met Albert the fall of 2002. When I saw on the street offered me peanuts. I do not eat peanuts, it is too dry, but he could not say no. Honestly, I think we started badly. I refused to peanuts and that led to the inability to say no to Alberto. For whatever. Going out to shoot at half past three, simply because he liked the sound of rain on the roof of slaty. I insisted it was a bad idea, but I looked and I changed shoes and slippers, took an umbrella and followed him. The next day down his mouth with a damp cloth and aspirin, and he laughed swearing that never again should we, because we were sick and I believed him. The next rain, was the slowest he had heard. And we went to record. Alberto slept smoothly, except on rainy days. I listened on the roof and opened my eyes as I do with the tremors. I touched his shoulder and told me to wake up since the rain was audible outside, sweet, sad, tired. I wiped my face with his hand, gave him a kiss, I swore never to follow or rather refuse to get out of bed, but it was out behind him, without fulfilling my oath. After sleeping too many winters with it, I quit. I left because he loved too much rain and cold and I'd walk and recording and wet my hair and face and gave me kisses while to dry, never understood that I wake up in the middle of the night to go out to record images I always ended up stacked on your computer. We spent the memory, but he did not care. I said, while eating peanuts, the best thing was not captured and one night, I discover. I told him it was never enough and that made me quit too. I was content to see the drops falling gutters, to hear how they fall on the empty pool, but he liked the colors drops on the white roofs in the morning. I told him the day he found his life's rain was not going to find a tape for your camera or the water would end up botching, or the rain will be in Paris or in Puerto Montt and the camera would not take us. And he ate pistachios, which I do not like, and I said it did not matter, at least the rain would hold. Go to Buenos Aires, I suggested, horizontal rain there, maybe that's what you're looking for. Lavalle walk, buy an umbrella on the corner of Florida and walk one block and not have to be all wet umbrella. He said that was not illusory. I suggested to Rio from Janeiro, for us to warm rain and I said that was not rain. Rain that hurts when you drop it freezes you. There was no case with Alberto. Smoking on the bed and looked at me when the rain had stopped and thanked me for joining us. One day I will not accompany more, Alberto, I said. Looked at me and said that was not absurd. And he offered me nuts. Not as nuts, Alberto. I will also leave for not knowing that not as nuts. Do not be like I said, I love you even forget that you do not eat ... do not you eat? Then I looked and I said do not be naive, Alberto, not only insists on providing hazelnuts or, worse, buying bags of salted peanuts in shell, but you forget that I hate winter and I hate waking up at half past three and my favorite season is spring and I have allergies, as you think, so that the flowers I like and make me happy, Alberto. Really?. Seriously, Alberto. I have no allergy to pollen or the oriental plane, Alberto. I have no allergy to the sun or mites or the freshly cut grass or dirty sheets or clothing to half board, as you think, Alberto. He looked at me and told me do not be like me, if I love you but do not know these things. I'm leaving you, Alberto. You can not, he said. Who am I going to go out and burn the winter?. Do not you realize that makes me happy, Alberto? What I prefer spring candied fruits, water when ice melted, when I remember you and when you touch me, not the winter? I leave you, Alberto, I'm leaving. Burn it, lest you forget, Alberto.
