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I became [[alert,->alert]]

The man did not notice me. All his attention was on his objects and on executing his movement. He looked safe and unhurried. [[His serenity was contagious->serenity]]

Quise decirle “Hey, explícamelo”, pero me contuve para no distraerlo. No quería estropear el momento: el cielo empapado de estrellas, el hombre que jugaba golf con las cosas, el césped húmedo por el rocío. Hasta el café en la taza era menos amargo. Reí suavemente para no desconcertar a mi golfista y me abracé las piernas para que no se escapara la alegría que me bajaba de la sonrisa por todo el cuerpo.

I felt as if in the distance someone [[cut the air->cut the air]] with a whip. I made my first coffee of the day. It was [[four in the morning.->4]]

Twenty years getting up at that time to change my father's catheter. That way my day began. It had been six months since he had [[died->cut the air]] but I was still tied to the probe.

I could hear the noice again. One ... two ... [[three times.->sound]]

I finished pouring my coffee. I opened the door and went out to the porch. The moon and the stars illuminated the man standing in my [[garden.->garden]] One of the floorboards creaked. The [[young man->young]] looked at me and touched the cap's visor. "Madam," he greeted me with respect.

There was a [[golfer->golfer]] in my garden, and it was the most amazing thing that had ever happened to me. I sat on a step in the entrance with the warm cup of coffee in my hands.

He was tall, skinny and with a sharp face. He inspired confidence. I liked his poised and kind attitude. He was dressed in light golf pants, beige rhombus vest and a visor cap. The gloves and shoes matched: a combination of white and brown leather.

To the right of the man was a pile of objects. He took [[one->object1]] and placed it on the //tee//. With his right hand he put the golf club on his left shoulder and with an impeccable swing he sent it away. The rattling sound was lost in the dark. He bent down and took another [[other->object2]] object. "Come on, let's see how you deal with this," I thought. The blow broke it apart as if it were made of powder. His expression did not change. He remained calm. He took a book from the stack and managed to keep it on the //tee//. The swing was perfect but the book fell a few meters away. With each hit the driver left [[a silver wake.->wake]]

A small ball with a rattle inside, like those with which dogs or children play.

The head of a porcelain doll with glassy blue eyes with round and pink cheeks.

Scattered on the grass, at different [[distances,->dist]] were crumpled paper balls. I thought they might be [[love letters.->love]]

It occurred to me to invent a story for every little crumpled up paper. One in which the man would have been protagonist. It was a peculiar way to meet but I liked it. A women's bracelet, a jar of Tabasco sauce, a rattle, a box of colors were easy to think. Even the Japanese parasol. The tied up of carrots [[puzzled me.->serenity]]

I wanted to shout "Hey, explain it to me," but I restrained myself so as not to distract him. I didn't want to spoil the moment: the sky soaked with stars, the man who played golf with things, the grass wet with dew. Even the coffee in the cup was [[less bitter.->less bitter]]

I laughed softly so as not to baffle my golfer and hugged my legs so that the joy was not able to escape my body.