Written by @loretosocorro
I opened the box and began to cough from the accumulated dust. The pennants were completely wrinkled and the color faded.
My first impulse was to throw them away and go buy some new ones, but three of the triangles of fabric tangled around my right hand, pinning me down.
Then I remembered the day I packed them: I cried while folding them because the holidays were over until next year. If I had known that they were going to be unused for much longer, I would have taken them home and hung them from my roof to the one in front, to celebrate the time of applause.
While I was thinking this, the pieces of the fabric were placed in single file to form a dragon's tail. I heard them whisper happily when I placed a brass basin of surf detergent in front of them.
I confess that the show had nothing to envy to the best Olympic swimming competitions. Some pennants did acrobatics, others just swam and marbling. They finished clean as the jets of gold.
– Can you lay us down under the moonlight? - they yelled at the same time.
The party ended but I didn't pick them up.
My pennants will spend the whole year greeting the people who live and walk the streets.
Every night I open my window to fall asleep with its heartbeat.
The music that a pennant makes with the tarosada is as if thousands of feathers kissed the ground.
