Short History - The Guitar

Por :Lais, Rafael e Patrícia

Mary was cleaning all her husband´s guitars in his studio, when she looked his favorite on the chair.
“He’ll never hold me as he holds that guitar. Hasn’t touched me that way in years”.
At that moment, she started to compare her shape and the guitar’s. And looked to herself:
“I’ll get inside the guitar, to be in his arms again”.
After cleaning she started to dress and make her up, and chose her best dress with the same color that her favorite husband’s guitar.

She spent all day sacrificing shape, voice, everything but desire to be held. Finally, in the studio, mute, invisible, she stayed next to the other guitars and waited.

She heard her husband’s steps coming to studio’s direction, and his screaming:

“Honey, I’m home! I bought a new guitar! Honey…?”

At that moment, the husband got surprised to see his wife and then he said:

“Look! A new guitar!”

“I can’t believe you! I spent the whole day trying to look like your old guitar and now, you come up with this and that means that I spent so long to look like your new guitar too!”

“What, honey? Did you try what? What are you saying?”
“Let it go, you wouldn’t understand, never!”
“Well, I can’t understand what you’re saying, but I also spent too long buying this new guitar to make a surprise for you: play a special song.”
“What? Special song?”
“Yes, listen: ‘You are so beautiful, to me…’”
Mary smiled relieved and kissed her husband.