When I was few months old I was blond and I looked like an angel. To be modest, it seemed as if I had been stolen from a picture of Michelangelo. Do you remember the Sistine Chapel? I was even more lovely than these angels that are playing around, in a cloudy sky, while the two muscular men are stretching their rude arms to touch their fingertips, in a notorious effeminate way. My hair was curly and blond as theirs. My skin was smooth like theirs. I was a chubby boy, like them and like Cupid. And I had a big rounded face and two big and bright eyes. Women used to gaze at me in a combination of tenderness and envy -because their children didn’t look so lovely. However, I lost my charm very fast. When I was four my hair had already turned out pretty mousy. When I was five it couldn’t be said that I was the tallest boy of the class. Nevertheless, I imagined my self as an actor. Yes, I was convinced that I had the appearance of Gregory Peck. Do you remember how slim and tall this actor was? Do you remember his dark hair, so straight and well combed? You’ve probably got in your mind his meticulous manners and how well-groomed good looking was him, don’t you? I was convinced that I looked like him! Mister Peck is my mother’s favourite actor and I suppose this is the reason why I was so wrong. Finally, one day I collided with the truth. It happened while I was visiting a museum with the school. The museum is dedicated to the history of science and situated at the top of Tibidabo, the mountain that draws the northern limit of Barcelona. Inside de museum, near to the entrance hall, there was an attraction called the mirror room. The room was full of mirrors of all widths, lengths, and surfaces. I remember perfectly the instant when I became conscious that I didn’t look like Gregory Peck. I saw a boy with a mousy, wavy, scruffy hair reflected in the mirror. I thought that maybe he had been playing football until few minutes before. “Maybe he’s lost”, I thought-, because he didn’t look like anybody of my class. His nose looked like a potato and he seemed shorter than a boy of his age must to be. It is not necessary to explain how disappointed I was, when I realized that this boy was me.
Nota pel Joan: Ep, moltes gràcies per la correcció. Però aquest és l’anglès que sé i el joc també consistia en això. Els lectors que vulguin veure la correcció la tenen als comentaris.