Today, whoever falls, is the day of the rose, which is born in America, crosses the Atlantic and makes Catalonia happy, and the day of my friend Artemio, who fishes them all and orders kilo, kilo and a half of roses, for attend to their commitments.
For a few years now, giving a rose has become a window of opportunity and where there is opportunity there is Artemio, with the fishing rod, the folding chair, the flashlight, the fishing line and a bucket of roses in water
– What? Do they itch?
– You have to be patient!
Apparently, you no longer need to be in love to give a rose to someone, it is enough to profess noble feelings, like the footballer Cancelo with his rivals, who treats him as friends even if they never reciprocate.
Artemio paints, when he thinks, he doesn’t think a good one, and when Saint George’s Day arrives he becomes a danger to humanity and a patron of floriculture because, as he says, he likes women, he admires them , he loves them, he appreciates them, he respects them, and so he can and leaves them, he empathizes and gives them a rose, starting, of course, with his wife, who forgives him everything and says that there are no shameless people like Artemio there is none
Despite the confusing times, he claims that things have changed less than they seem and he doesn’t care if they have because he’s doing his own thing and not hurting anyone. He distributes roses without waiting for books because he has a library and his tastes never match, as happens to the aforementioned Cancelo, another misunderstood.
If it were up to Artemio, there wouldn’t be a woman in the world today without a red rose, a white flower and a green wink with no ulterior motive, unless someone thinks wrong and gets it right (I, for example, I also hate that the Sunday cyclists on the route are hiding something and no one messes with them).
Double life? And triple somersault. Thanks to life, which has given him so much – it has given him flowers, laughter, crying and a lot of nose – today he will remove his belly of sorrow by presenting roses, with a very formal card.
– Artemio Llopis. Subscriber to La Vanguardia. Husband and serf At your feet, ladies.
