A visit to the zoo, by Leonor Henríquez

Every morning I take a walk in the zoo.

It is very close to me and each of the living creatures that I meet in my path make me smile.

Some, I even know by name.

William the blue hippo.

Amarula, the African elephant with a broken tusk.

Dana, the Peruvian llama.

I also greet the jaguar, the bald eagle, a camel.

I say hello to a little Mexican turtle called Oswaldito.

In a special place lives a mythological animal, it is called Lambanana, it is kind of a yellow sheep with an elongated tail.

I return from my daily promenade, with a very full soul.

Oh, and by the way, I also say hi to Don Quixote and Sancho every day.

It is time to confess that this visit to this, my private zoo, occurs in the living room of my house.

A visual walk, a safari of memories, there on my table, on the shelves of the library.

I always say that in my next life, if there is one, I will be a minimalist and will own only a chair, a bed, a painting, and a vase.

But not in this life.

In this one now I take refuge in my junk.

It is my way to renew my love story, every day.

Sometimes I think that, in my crowded spaces there is no room for anything else.

Then I remember a phrase by Antonio Porchia.

In a full soul everything fits, in an empty soul nothing…

I’m lucky, in mine there is even room for elephants.

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