A story by Iris Rivera
Mr. Medina was learning to mince words. He was proud because nobody taught him. Only learned of it was just smart.
's fine not learned quickly or easily. It cost a lot, years ... suffered mistakes cost him, made serious mistakes which led them to regret, but swallowed hard and said:
- Medina Attention! This time you measure wrong, the next do not have to happen.
And the next time was not spent. Mr. Medina
always carried in his pocket tape measure. The sponsor had given it as a kid, because everyone in the family had. The tape was a tradition in the family of Mr. Medina. Some used it better than others but all had it. The father had been a great lawyer, the mother a great teacher, employers had uncles, a cousin journalist and even a distant relative who held a high public office ... and everyone knew mince words. Surely
to see them have learned Mr. Medina, or rather hear them. Because see, what they say do not see anything, unless it was that, before they speak, their hand in the right pocket (where they kept the tape) and thought a while. Were measured.
seems that once they were satisfied with the dimensions of what they were to say, just said it.
At first Mr. Medina was sent their big clubs. Could not be measured without being seen, as did their relatives, so I took out the famous tape and put it
on the table. Then release the word quietly and measured.
For example: THIEF
"Let's see ... an inch and a half ... No, mu long.
And try another:
OFFENDERS "They are two inches and eight millimeters ... {m not as long yet.
seeing:
PILLO
-A-inch and two millimeters ... this could go. Then
said. But at that point had taken so that the person who was talking was boring, or was thinking about something else, or directory was gone. Over time the training given speed and no longer needed to put the words on the table, because he could estimate "by eye", or rather heard, the length they had. It was then when he was given the balancita. Poor Mr. Medina! Neither suspected that her family also use this instrument. The truth is that Medina would be improved. Now, in addition to measuring the words also weighed. And Mr. Medina had to learn. Let's see:
worthless!
-No ... weighs 800 grams, it will not.
Other: USELESS!
- How strange! ... Is less, but weighs the same. This is not going.
Other:
TORPE!
"This is lighter: 470 grams ... but it is still almost half a kilo. Let's find another
:
distracted!
- Ah! It barely weighs 100 grams. Not wrong.
Mr. Medina then used it ... and that was useless hereinafter was happy, thinking it was a hopelessly useless, but just a friendly "distracted."
And Mr. Medina also was happy because everyone thought well of him, held him by a sympathetic type who knew how to treat people with courtesy.
Many admired him for his calm, wisdom and kindness. Of course, nobody knew about the tape and the balance, one in the right pocket, the other on the left. And Mr. Medina, who did not need them out, talking to people with hands in pockets, always measuring and weighing, and earning respect and sympathy of all.
always taking into account the weight and measure, changed "lazy" and "groggy," he said "nasty" instead of "gross" and "carelessness" rather than "dirt." There were long and light words that were always preferable to others that although they were short, they were too heavy.
A day that had nothing to do, Mr. Medina was made very carefully and review your chosen vocabulary and noticed something that, until now, had not noticed: the color of words. He noted that all words used by him were gray. Light gray, dark gray, grayed, grayish. Words were all gray.
And he realized something else: the words were not input gray: it turned gray.
warned that Gray did not blow: they were turning gray.
And finally noticed that I was going gray as the measured, as the heavy.
For example, a red word was turning orange, then yellow and finally blue grisecita ... A word is put blue, pearl white, ash gray, gray.
As always had a problem with that thinking, Mr. Medina went for a walk around the neighborhood. As I was distracted by his thoughts, stepped into the street just as the lights changed to red and a truck driver shouted an expletive long, cumbersome and the same color as the traffic light. When Mr. Medina
rang him the word red in the brain. He had spoken. And he was speechless muttering "insolent" ... "bocasucia", "rude" ... all words livianitas and decidedly gray.
He walked and saw in front of him moving in the opposite direction, a girl with long hair and waving glittering in the sun. The girl was walking funny and fiery eyes beneath a thick eyelashes.
Al crossed with Mr. Medina, Miss narrowed eyelids. His heart jumped and even dared to say the words you chose: "linda", "beautiful." "Precious." Mr. Medina was
red. It seems that none of those words was enough gray.
But another gentleman, who also came down the sidewalk, he said to Miss a word of a blue so intense that she gave him a clear smile can melt a tile. But neither the tile nor Mr. Medina is melted because the smile was not for them. It was for the gentleman who said the word blue.
To make matters worse, a boy held in Place a discussion of all colors become a bad goal ... so they came to the cones and the other eye was left with violet.
top, a little girl running from her mother's hand, takes a fancy to buy the pochoclero and kicking. In the tears you were rainbow and there were so many and so large that it was clear that the baby not measured, nor weighed nothing. Just came out. As I came out just kisses and cuddles to couples who seemed to flourish, like the beds in full color.
Something was definitely wrong for Mr. Medina, and sat in the corner bar, a sidewalk table in the coffee. While waiting to boy began to listen carefully to people passing by. Some spoke in green, purple, yellow, others talked in orange, in French blue, pink.
The only ones talking in gray were those who walked with his hands in his pockets and then Mr. Medina suspected that was what kept them. The only ones talking in gray were measuring.
He took one sip of coffee. The right pocket pulled out the tape measure, pulled out the left pocket balancita, placed on the table and left the waiter a tip.
got up and deliberate pace, headed for the nearest point. He found, in the middle, the statue of who knows whom. He climbed the monument, as high as he could and began to scream with all my heart a lot of words of bright color. They were words long, medium and cortitos, heavy and light. Mr. Medina and had no means with which to measure them and weigh them. So the screaming no idea of \u200b\u200bits weight and length, so the words came out of all colors. Snake in the air with phosphorescent flashes, streamers in the manner of crazy, and some even had sparkles like fireworks. Of course, none was gray.
People began to gather to see and hear the show. People laughed, until WILL KNOW WHO (the the statue) was laughing ... and never stopped.
was not for less! That was an endless litany of excessive words.
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