El Guapo in DC

I am El Guapo. The most Guapo man in all of DC. Mucho Amor

Friday, February 23, 2007

Wind Dancing

I was walking down the street today and tears were streaming down my face. Not because I was sad, but because the cold wind was fighting with my tear ducts, forcing them to fight back with salt.

The people walking down the street were not being friendly and most stared towards the sidewalk in the hopes that the wind would forget about them due to their averted gaze.

Then, randomly, I saw a piece of paper fluttering in front of me. At first I didn’t pay much attention, but it was dancing in such a way that it grabbed my attention.

My walk and my destination were put on hold as I followed the piece of paper that seemed to be enjoying its last moments of life.

I stopped its dancing as it flew past my chest to see what it was. It was a handwritten note torn out of a lined notebook paper:

I am going to order pizzza and listen to music and dance and try to remember what it felt like to be happy

I read and re-read then read the piece of paper again. It was beautifully sad and I wondered about the author. Had they indeed danced? Did it make them feel happy? What song did they choose? Was the author a he or a she?

I stood motionless with this piece of paper in my hand not noticing the wind induced tears.

Then I looked up towards the God who is always conveniently above my head, closed my eyes, and said a prayer for the anonymous writer.

The happiness will indeed return someday and know that your words began their journey towards joy by beginning the dance in the cold wind.

Mucho Amor,

El Guapo


At 11:27 AM, Blogger casey said...

The happiness will indeed return someday and know that your words began their journey towards joy by beginning the dance in the cold wind...
...and by falling into your hands.

At 11:48 AM, Blogger A Margarita said...

Amen to that.

At 12:10 PM, Anonymous girl and dog said...

Moving. Gracias.

At 3:58 PM, Blogger BellaDonna said...

So caught up in a moment of synchronicity, you the Universe and one person's plea for happiness. How blessed were these words to be carried by the winds into the path of a man such as yourself. How blessed were these words that connected you to another sad and lonely person in this world. In that simple moment the Universe brought you and a stranger together and it was beautiful.

Thank you for your words and your prayers, reminding all of us that we are connected, reminding all of us that we are never alone.

At 6:38 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Um I feel like that note's especially directed at you... try to be happy. Say a prayer for yourself.

At 2:17 AM, Anonymous Canadian Queen said...

That is a most amazing find! When you are done with it, you could share it through Found!


At 11:16 AM, Blogger Facinacion said...

Reminds me of the book The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho and the omens he talks about. Great book for anyone of you who is looking for new metro-reading.

At 12:28 PM, Blogger Crankster said...

I love it when someone else's misery pulls you out of your own. There's something about sadness that is so much more universal than happiness.

At 1:37 PM, Blogger Namaste said...


At 9:21 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Another message from God, and yet again it did not come in flan or a pupusa...

At 4:54 AM, Blogger Kim Ayres said...

Very Post Secret

At 6:15 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Beautifully written~


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