Visualize a door...

Written 06-06-2014. Visualize a door, who what where...do you see...enter it... Javi and I are in the back room of the house on the Callejon Amargura in Sancti, Spiritus. We stand at the back window of our room. It is a full length window. We grip the metal baars and stick our faces almost through them, watching the pouring rain. We can barely see the Escambray mountains in the distance, where I imagine Joseph with his coat of many colors lives. I believe the mountains are heaven, the place where the stories put up on the felt easel every Sunday in church happen and I long to go into those mountains and see Joseph's coat with my own eyes.

The girl and her brother love the rain. It is always a surprise and they race to the windows when they hear the downpour, smell the wet earth.
The house is too big for them. Some of the rooms are empty. Their bedroom has only their two beds where they must lie very still. The stillness is broken by the rain.
They stand and grip the bars. The boy is the good one, but the girl opens the gate and runs out into the rain. She runs and she twirls.
How many times has she imagined doing this?
She knows there will be a terrible price. She doesn't care. She will deal with the screams and the blows with the heel of Mami's slippers later.
Now, she runs and twirls until her yellow dress is drenched and stuck to her skin and her short bangs, the ones she cut herself and called pelo de lluvia, are really that, rain hair.
Her brother calls after her again and again.
"Mami te va a coger. Mami nos va a coger."
It's when she hears him switch from Mami will get you to Mami will get us both that she runs back inside.
It's one thing to put herself in danger but nothing must happen to him.