The first line said that a tear flowed from my eyes and began to mourn without knowing why or knowing it did not matter to know why and soon the bar was full of elbows and smoke and drink with my tears were grooves that drew a flashback in which I was talking to her in the alley and his smile and dialogue:
"When I think of you all full of love.
And the statement continued smiles and complicity, lunches and tours, desires and whys, boredom and farewells.
"Each does what he thinks you have to do.
And then there were more days and she chose that city to let go and I did not listen to his love, but he felt every second until once again the voices of the bar and the noise and a voice in third person told me what he had to say.
The waiter asked if I wanted another and I looked at him and understand his English and told him of course but what I wanted was to walk out, voice-overs, but the night was cold in Prague and wanted to take a little longer before they feel that even the cold was already completely mine.
A blue-eyed Slav licked me with his eyes and smiled, "English?, And I smiled," Erasmus?, And she laughed and drank my drink and licked my tongue and I said yes in Barcelona and I said, you speak very well, and I said, the nipple better, and the two laughed and laughed with voiceover and the waiter brought two glasses more or maybe three and we all lamimos and talked and laughed. Maybe it was a trio.
The bar closed and the three walked through the streets of Prague and arrived at the Hradcany and there between the two beat me up and took away all the money and I was huddled under a tree and wanted to die, but I just fell asleep and woke up in a hospital bed without remembering exactly what had past. With great effort I got up and found my clothes in the closet. I found that the sheet of paper with the poem was in the back pocket of my jeans and dressed as I could. After five minutes of travel corridors was on the street without anyone asking me anything.
In the fourth paragraph had been six months and the seventh nearly two years. I was living again in Barcelona and I made a living painting could street portraits in El Borne. One September afternoon those eyes turned to lick me and asked me, I do not remember, I smiled and licked her tongue, she stroked my cheek, "I did a lot of damage?, We sat in silence while drawing on the canvas the traces of their hours and the voice got a few clouds and a few drops and some umbrella opened. One of the drops fell on his cheek and I drew well.
- How do you wish to call? He had collected the hair to fuck and I liked to see her resting on every minute between my fingers caressing and rhythm of a clock that reminded us that time is an invention.
- Do you want to call Elba? "His face was that of a boy resting before the next prank, and I wanted to love it and the voice told me and I call it Elba Sara had wanted to call but I called and drew Elba Elba name on her thighs with my saliva .
- Why did you go to Prague? "I asked him as if he knew the answer perfectly, as if it were a finding that was not going to lie.
"I was looking for something, I lied.
- What?
"A dream with both hands grabbed my head and pulled his eyes to mine until it turned into four.
"You're lying. You wanted to stick you. Were you looking for death because you know she died of grief for you, "His voice was so sweet, so fingers caress her breath as my life, I thought for a moment that no line imprisoned us.
"I just did what the voice told me, licked my eyes with a smile, tickled with his tongue, pinched my lips with his teeth and he recited the poem in a whisper.
Then the voice began to narrate in his deep voice and unhurried, confident, and the walls became night and stars and Sara and I were walking down the alley of gold and we kissed and talked of a girl who had a birthday and I wrote a story that talked about a girl who had lost his name to read it someday when I grew up and his mother kissed me softly on the lips and asked me to close my eyes and look like when we met with her long brown hair, and to cogiera hand, to hug strong, very strong, because he was afraid of that voice-overs.
And the voice Sara went on talking off and Elba was gone and got her tongue in my ear and I laughed while crying and she said she was not afraid of death, you're just a character, and the voice said and put a final FIN.
Have we ever discussed Vetusta Morla ? We will.
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