outside the jaime roos concert

i once met jaime roos. i was, for some reason, invited to the pre-concert rehearsal before a show. i wonder who else was there? he came to the group and i said something stupid to him. about liking his songs. or about how one of his songs made me feel nostalgia for uruguay, even before i left for good. a previous knowledge of how i'd feel. a constructed memory. he was ok, let me gab a little about london and then moved on.

after the concert, i left the place with my friends. outside, a mess of people, cars, hazy light. a car ran over one of the drunken boys. as he was hit, his body flew up, describing a perfect arc across the pavement, falling limply like a leaf a few meters away.

silence fell on the scene for a brief moment. and then the boy got up, dusted himself off, and walked away.

i often wonder about this memory. is it real? did this happen? dream world takes me over. perhaps the boy was me? perhaps i never left? perhaps one of us is still suspended, mid-air, drawing a slow motion sky bound curve, never quite falling. fulfilling some ancient prophesy of ascent.