LA DEL PIRATA COJO

LA DEL PIRATA COJO

LA DEL PIRATA COJO

Maria Victoria Crespo.

... if I remember correctly, it was Andy Warhol who assured us that in the future we would all enjoy our fifteen minutes of fame. I think so, we all live that moment, they may be just seconds, maybe hours, who knows if years, but mine if, were about fifteen minutes. Nine hundred seconds apotheosic, indescribable. A quarter of an hour was what lasted for my participation in a theatrical performance, which in the end would be memorable, it was never more symbiosis of the actor with the character, that unconditional delivery on the stage, that commitment to the public, that domination of the space, what interpretation so sublime. I never knew what the work was about. I was a tree, I was five years old.

Do not worry, you clench your heels, raise your arms and smile. These were all instructions that Marivi, a teacher of children, whispered behind the scenes to the five children who, disguised as trees, conformed what should be the forest where the structure of the work was developed. As is mandatory on these occasions, when the mothers are in charge of the wardrobe, the uniformity of the same was not such, so while I looked rather like common fir, another of my colleagues, from which hung several strips of rope with a sin the end of leaves glued, resembled a Willow, a third, more by its forceful physique than by its disguise, could be an oak, the quintet complemented what looked like an elm and, finally, a kind of Encina. The rest of the extras were a set of four or five children disguised as different animals, who had to fiddle crawling among the trees. Finishing with the cast, four children protagonists, these if, with text, they developed the history.

At three minutes, a girl with pigtails recited its text to no avail, because by that time, the wailing of the Willow had become sounding mourning. Oak and Spruce kept our positions obedient. In one of the corners, the Encina, had lowered one of its branches to prick the nose. The weeping Sauce was abruptly deforested by an impossible bunny lady, who burst into the middle of the forest to the surprise of all but the deer, who immutably continued to practice the crane in the middle of the stage. I began to be aware of the weight of my own arms suspended in the air. Two minutes later, two children sang a song in the middle of the stage, Oak and Fir tree were obedient to our original posture. The elm had definitely lowered his arms and no longer smiled. The Encina continued to recognize every inch of her nose minutely with her finger. The fox, somehow, had convinced the deer that his world was among the vertebrates, and began to scamper with the rest of the animals. My branches lost height by seconds.

LA DEL PIRATA COJO
LA DEL PIRATA COJO

I do not know exactly when, but the public understood it too. It was no use for the girl of the queens to wiggle about the Marisol of the provinces in the center of the scene. No one cared that the elm, already lying on the ground, began to bite his arm against a species of squirrel, trying desperately to escape the sudden attack. No one attended the Encina, which at this point had caused a nosebleed, which was trying to contain a sheet of cardboard by the nose. All eyes were on me, and I could see in them a mixture of respect and admiration. Among the audience, the Sauce was also staring at me, her melted ice cream invading the bag of the mad bunny lady, who did not take her eyes off my branches.

It was about fifteen minutes, when the girl of the pigtails pronounced its last phrase and the silence seized of the auditorium. The girl, astonished, looked at the teacher, who was astonished at the audience, who absorbed me and looked at me, not realizing that the work was finished. I knew what I had to do, slowly lower my arms, leaning against my trunk, at this signal the audience began to applaud. El Olmo got up and went ahead, along with the Encina that no longer bleed and along with the rest of the children who, holding hands, greeted the audience at the end of the stage. I stood behind, heels tight and hands clinging to the trunk, smiling. I no longer interpreted, I smiled really, because they applauded me, they all applauded me.

Fifteen minutes. I was a tree, I was five years old and the rest of my life is a mere process.

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