Qu� Casualidad
� Rosalia Morciglio�
Este trabajo esta dedicado a mi mam�, Elsa Chamizo, mi segunda mam� Charito Viera y mi compa�ero Louis Curbelo
Arena bajo los pies, caracoles bajo los pies. Agua tibia, limpia, cubriendo los pies. Aire c�lido, olor a mar, salgazo navegando por entre los dedos de los pies. Pies delgados, pies de mujer.
Mujer peque�a, de pelo largo, unos 35 a�os, tostada por el sol. Por m�s que camine, el agua no le sube mas arriba de las rodillas. Rodillas enrojecidas por las veces que se ha arrodillado frente a una cama vacia para orar... Al sentir un olor a tabaco se voltea.
"Espero no haberte asustado", le habla un hombre con el pecho al aire orgulloso de sus tatuajes y su musculatura. Tambi�n �l tiene arena bajo los pies, caracoles bajo los pies.
"No sab�a que te gustaba esta playa Solim".
"Yo tampoco...te ves igual, no has cambiado Marisol"." Es eso un cumplido o una ofensa ?"
"T�malo como quieras" responde Solim. Marisol se va subiendo la falda moviendo un pie en el agua. Solim le mira fijamente los muslos.
"Puedes tomarlo como un cumplido". Marisol bajando la falda le contesta.
"Despu�s de 10 a�os no deber�as de dudar tanto. Yo no tengo verg�enza en decirte que aun te ves muy guapo".
"Bueno ya; ni que fueramos noviecitos". Solim toma un caracol y lo tira lo m�s lejos posible.
"No; tan solo estamos casados. Aunque ya no seamos marido y mujer".
"Fue un placer haberte visto otra vez". Solim comienza a caminar a la orilla. Marisol lo detiene.
"Me gustaria verte otra vez".
"Me puedes llamar". El continua su caminata. Se detiene en la orilla.
"Mi n�mero est� en la guia telef�nica".
Rosalia Morciglio. Naci� en Nueva York y se cri� en Puerto Rico. Tiene un bachillerato en Ciencias Sociales (Antropologia) de laUniversidad de Puerto Rico y una maestria en Administraciony Servicios Humanos de Audrey Cohen College en Nueva York. Curso estudios de actuaci�n con la unidad de entrenamiento de el Teatro Rodante Puertorriqueno (N.Y.). Sus trabajos se presentaron comolecturas actuadas en Repertorio Espa�ol y el Public Theatre (N.Y.)
What a Coincidence�
by Rosalia Morciglio 10/00
Sand under the feet, shells under the feet. Warm water, clean, covering the feet. Hot air, smell of the ocean, seaweed traveling between�the fingers of the feet. Slender feet, a woman's feet.
A small woman, with long hair, about 35 years old, tanned by the sun. It�doesn't matter how much she walks, the water will not go over her knees.her knees are red for the many times she have kneel in front of an empty bed, praying... She turns when she smells a cigar.
"I hope I did not scare you", a man talks to her with his chest naked, proud�of his tattoos and muscles. He also have sand under the feet, shells under�the feet.
"I did not know that you like this beach, Solim"
"Me either..you look the same, you have not change Marisol".
"Is that a compliment or an offense ?".
"Take it as you like it".
Marisol starts raising her skirt, moving one foot in the water. Solim
stared at her legs.
"You can take it as a compliment".
Lowering her skirt she spoke.
"After 10 years you should not have any doubts. I'm not ashame in telling�
you that you look very handsome".
"Please stop; we are not sweethearts anymore". Solim took a shell and threw it as far as possible.
"No; we are just married. Even if we are not husband and wife".
"It was a pleasure seen you again". Solim starts walking to the shore.�
Marisol stops him.
"I would like to see you again".
"You can call me'. He continues his walking, stoping in the shore.
"My phone number is in the telephone book".
This work is dedicated to my mother, Elsa Chamizo, my second mother Charito Viera and my partner Louis Curbelo.
Rosalia Morciglio. Born in new York and raised in Puerto Rico. Have a�bachelor's degree in Social Science (Anthropology) from the University of�Puerto Rico and a master's degree in Administration and Human Services at Audrey Cohen College in New York. She study acting at the training unit of the Puerto Rican Traveling Theatre (N.Y.). Her work was presented as readings at Repertorio Espanol and the Public Theatre (N.Y.)
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