I never sat on the front seat of cabs. I've never known a cab driver, nor I was interested in their theories of the just how sneaky women are. Even when they would go on talking, I'd simply put back the earphones in my ears and went on enjoying the music...
On that day, when I was wondering mindlessly in the town by the lake, I got a call. I was suppose to go somewhere and it was urgent. I don't actually remember where, but I know it was impossible to go on foot and get there on time. Before I could do anything, a cab pulled up next to me, and on top of everything, the driver opened the front door for me and said - come in, sir.
I closed the door that he oppened and in acordance with my habit, I sat on the back seat. I told him my destination, and started staring at the flat surface of the lake. He started telling a tale, but I didn't listen.
- I know your trouble - he said, raising the tone of his voice, after noticing I don't care what he does.
I didn't say anything, but he got my atention.
- It's a woman, isn't it? - he asked, very carefuly.
- Isn't it always a woman? - I replied with bitternes in my voice.
- There are women and women, my friend. It seems to me like you have lost one that was more than just a woman... - he said and then started to whistle the tune of “The Man Who Can’t Be Moved”.
It was too much. I couldn't hold it any longer, I remembered an old and bad habit of mine and told him everything that was on my mind. I threw some curses at him, telling him to leave me alone and to drive, cause that was his job!
He frowned, but didn't get mad. He told me he was going to tell a story and all I had to do was listen. He said he knew I would because I'd surely be interested. He knew well:
"I do what I do for more than thirty years now. The hears on your skin would stand up if you only knew what I have seen. But, if you only knew the beauties I've witnessed, you'd know why it's worth living.
One day, many years ago, just as my shift ended, I went to the market, to buy some fruit before going home. It was then that I saw the strangest thing in my life. On a bench there was a pregnant woman, just siting. Out of nowhere, a young girl appeared, dressed in a white dress, it couldn't have been older than 2 years. It came up to the woman and said - hurry up, give birth to the baby.
The woman asked with a huge smile - why?
The cute little girl smiled that much more and said - because I am suppose to be hugging him."
- What's so strange about that story? Kids say stuff like that all the time... - I said, pissed off.
The taxi stopped, somewhere by the lake, but far from the destination I had specified.
- What now? - I asked.
- That's why it was strange, lad! - he said and pointed towards the water. - That's the girl that wanted to hug you before you were even born...
I wasn't listening to him any more. It was her. My Beauty. I found her once more.
- How did you get here? - she asked, smiling, just before she grabed me and pulled me into her self.
I don't write for anybody. Least for my self. I write because the words are heavy. I won't ever scrible a few verses and I won't keep them in my shue box only when "the wise" will decide that that is the day of pointles writing... Everyday is pointles. Everyday that you aren't a part of...