O Rembrandt

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A red car parked in the middle of the road. Two men. Doors that should be closed after being opened. They don’t. Sunshine. A breeze. Still, the scent of some distant sea coming from the backseat of that big fat wheeler. All about a dream. Everything to be decided now.


– I asked you twice I will not ask you again. Will you do it?

Before we go any further we have to explain that there are two men in the scene. They are in the middle of a road. A red car with the doors wide open. Some trees outlying and a blue sky above. The Sunshine on a strolling breeze. All summertime. Still, the scent of some distant sea coming from the backseat of that fat wheeler. The men are almost the same size. Even if one seems stronger, the other, the one that is about to reply, doesn’t really care. He doesn’t want to know.

– No! – He tells without looking straightways.
– As you wish. Then don’t ask me why!
– I will not! I’m not asking anything.
– I will do it then. And you will see. I will steal it on my own!

The first man enters the car. He forgets to close the other door and rides away. At the curve afar the door closes by itself. The other man starts to walks in the opposite direction. Hands in his pockets. Jiggling about his made up happiness on the best decision. He’s on the loose. He will see nothing at all and he will only dream about the sea. The one he owns.