Sleeping Beauty and the Airplane  

Sleeping Beauty and the Airplane is just a snapshot about a beautiful woman who sits next to the narrator on a long-distance flight. He watches her sleep and admires her beauty, imagining things he will say to her but finally saying nothing and letting her leave the plane and disappear into New York. It’s well-written but didn’t really feel like a story, more a scene from a potential story.

It occurs in a New York flight, the passanger arrives to the airport and a snow torment

doesn´t let the planes flight, after waiting a long time that a Dutch passenger, who

carries eleven suitcases register, he finally can obtain his seat number, so the employee

asks him: Three, four or seven?

He chooses the number four, and the atonished womand says: in fifteen years that I've

worked here is the first time that someone chooses a number that is not the seven !!!

He has seen a beautiful woman with a green almond like eyes, a soft skin within a

bread color and a very black hair that ended at her waist and asked the airport

employee: Do you believe in a first glance love? and she answered: "off course, the

other ones are the impossibles"

The airport just closed and all the flights were deleted. He intended to find the Beauty,

without success, so he looked for something to eat and they all were empty, he finally

got the last two ice creams in a children's shop.

The New York flight which was supposed to start at eleven a.m., finally took place at

eleven but in the night.

The Beauty was getting her seat just beside his number four seat, and she asked the

stewart not to wake her up during the flight, first in a very uncomprehensible French and

afterwards in an English a little bit different to understand.

She asked also for a glass of water, and took two gilded pills, closed the window's

curtain, extended her chair and without removing her shoes, covered herself with the

blanquet till her waist; put an eye mask, landed halph sided with her back towards my

seat and slept without pause during the eith hours and twelve minutes that lasted the

eternal flight to New York.

I remembered the Gerardo's Diego  magistral poem: Knowing that you sleep, secure

and certain, faithful abandoned drain, pure line, so close to my tied arms". It seemed

incredible: last spring I read a beautiful novel written by Yasunari Kawabata about the

Kyoto ancent bourgeoises that payed enormous fortunes to stay all the night watching

the most beautiful girls of the city naked and narcotized while they surrendered in love

in the same bed.

She awaked without help in the same minute that the landing lights got on, and she was

as beautiful and fresh as if she had been sleeping in a Rose garden...