Genaro from DESERTO ROSSO by Phalioo - Antonella Eye Porcelluzzi

2. Genaro

They brought me to a cascade
Which was 200 meters high
It was magnificent
The boys where with us
Don Juan found places for each of us
We were there and we watched
Don Genaro started to climb
He put his feet very carefully
His body was so incredibly
Atlethic
You would have said he was
A man of 20
Graciously climbing the cascade wall
But then he started
Some strange impossible
Movements
Like if he could keep
His equilibrium
In the void
He was suspended
Like a dancer
In an unreal movement
His body kept the position
And I watched without believing
My eyes
Genaro mounted slowly
Carefully placing his feet
On the wet stones
And the green musk
And then stopping again
Giving his body a weird tension
A spin
To reach the next stone higher
And then replacing himself
Light as a dancer
Unreal as a supernatural force were
Leading him
Sustaining him
Till he got
The top of the wall
And laughed at us
We were his public
The ones
Who had the privilege
To watch at his show
The boys were silent
Or they laughed embarrassed
Face to the wonder
But going back
To Don Juan’s house
They started to talk
Like if nothing had happened
Genaro came down
And left with us
Some days afterwards
Don Juan asked me
What did you see?
I told him
That I had seen
Genaro climbing
And that his movements had surprised me
Because he was so incredibly
Agile
Don Juan laughed at me
As he always did with me
He told me
So you understood nothing
You never understand anything you
He laughed
Then he paciently explained
That Genaro was using his intention to climb
That the intention created thin
threads like a spider's web
Which were guided by
His mind and knowledge
And that I
Might have seen this
If my second attention
Had been better developed

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