Last week my nephew turned twenty, and when I look back I have no choice to admit that for me is as if no time had passed. It happens with almost anything. I look back and I remember things nearly four decades ago, and it's weird because I still think that even I have the same age when my nephew was born, about the same as it is now, the day he took his grandmother My mother, to the hospital because her mother, my sister had gone into labor. It seems like yesterday when he was born, but my nephew is now a guitar virtuoso, has an earring, and reluctantly asked me permission to smoke when I'm ahead, out of respect or custom. How strange it all is, I said the other day, my nephew, because for me it is as if no time had passed, and sometimes I have to pinch to remind me that I'm not a kid, that I'll never be. And I'm not sure I learned many things or what they call having reached maturity, which is supposed to have, or should have, and adults. 
Perhaps the passage of time all it means is that every time we have more responsibilities, life is complicated but do not want, because you have to take over. Or maybe a birthday desprendiéndote go is also what you do not care or bother you, remove the accessory, focus only on a few things that give you pleasure and avoid, as far as possible the things you do not like and people that makes you uncomfortable.
But when they get older to coming back one ends up being aware of the passage of time, implacable. Twenty years is nothing, said the tango, I think to close the gap between two people who love were born two decades apart. I also believe that twenty years is nothing, but not for the same reason the tango, but because life passes away without realizing it, and a sufficient Flashes for another twenty years pass and my nephew has the same age that I have now.
© Andrés Pérez Domínguez, March 2011
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