We all have a second star to the right.

This is a really old one.


-Are you coming with me?

Interrupting her thoughts and thinking she had heard wrong, she looked at him surprised. How dared he break the silence? Strangely enough, she couldn’t find a single shadow in his eyes, as he smiled expectantly reaching out with his hand towards her. It was an absurd move, were she to say no, he would be left in ridicule. He must have been plotting something, perhaps he´d take away his hand in the last moment and laugh at her naivety. She was still trying to decipher his strategy when the mechanical and rusty music began to rise in the air. At the same time, hundreds of colored light bulbs turned on to bright up the night following the rhythm of the engines coming to life around them. Only then she realized where were they standing, took him by the hand without hesitating and got on that ferris wheel which they only remembered from old photographs.

-How easier it was when we didn´t turn everything into a chess game… wasn´t it? –He said looking over the rail, wondering where could he find two red balloons, if not ninety nine.

-I forgot when we ended at different sides of the board –She said, knowing there was nothing to pretend.

-We don´t have much time, do we? –Though he didn´t feel the rush to spend it with words either.

-We have all the time in the world, we just can´t realize it –And she laughed with a wide grin, like the times in which her gestures didn´t hide an attempt of seduction.

-A shooting star! -He exclaimed with an effusiveness any adult would have been ashamed of- Shall we wish for something?

-It´s weird how if you don’t pay attention it just goes by without you even noticing… and you wish you could just go back in time -She spoke as if not expecting a response, while leaning her head over his shoulder

-What, the star?

She lifted her head to look at him and found his accomplice smile in the dark. Somehow, she could not remember the times in which she believed in shooting stars. When had she started to blame them? When to ignore them? She regretted the years lost with what she had taken for maturity as she realized how the important things seemed more like empty concepts when you looked at them from the top of a ferris wheel, and how things like shooting stars appeared worth chasing.

-Of course, the star –She said, displaying the same smile all across her face

-Then…

-Yes, come on. Let´s make a wish. But don´t tell me what it is, or it won’t come true…