el pueblo de los balcones
Every morning I pull up my shades and wave Buenos Dias to my neighbors across the way. They sit amongst their flowers on their balconies, shirtless or in their robes, taking breakfast and reading the newspaper. We have never spoken, but we share a friendly co-existence, me on my balcony, they on theirs. There are families, old couples, young (muscular) couples, one girl who always tans in the nude (much to the delight of the construction workers in the next building), one student who always sits with back to their window on the computer, one who watches The Simpsons on projector against his wall, a mother who serves the family dinner in the sunroom. What a lovely existence. To them, I am the girl who has three deck chairs: one for the orange cat, one for me, and one that always remains empty....waiting for my media naranja.