PONK!
Despierto y me golpeo con la lámpara que me ve como si ella no tuviera la culpa.
PONK!
En mi cocina las tostadas francesas conspiran junto con los gaveteros y me golpeo nuevamente.
PONK!
Mientras me cepillo lo dientes la alfombra del baño se desliza y la puerta toma su parte acaricíandome en la cabeza con su perilla.
PONK!
Tras atarme las trenzas de los zapatos me pongo de pié y me estrello contra el tramo más bajo de la biblioteca mientras mis libros se ríen y deciden brincar sobre mi.
PONK!
Buscando dentro del bolsillo la llave de mi apartamento, una brisa cierra la puerta no sin antes hacer contacto con mi frente y empiezo a creer que no podré enfrentarme al mundo exterior sin casco el día de hoy.
PONK!
Me distraigo y cuando llega el ascensor tardo en subirme, la puerta me golpea cuando trato de entrar en el último instante posible y escucho una carcajada metálica.
Creo que la vida quiere decirme algo.
Creo que algo tengo que olvidar… pero no puedo recordar qué.
martes, 30 de agosto de 2011
martes, 23 de agosto de 2011
Despierto
Me desperté hoy
y aún no paro de soñar,
con nuevas aventuras, con el amor.
I woke up today
but still I won't stop dreaming,
about new adventures, about love.
20Ag2011
y aún no paro de soñar,
con nuevas aventuras, con el amor.
I woke up today
but still I won't stop dreaming,
about new adventures, about love.
20Ag2011
martes, 26 de julio de 2011
Otras Cosas
quería llorar de alegría cuando me dijeras que íbamos ser padres, quería respirar el mismo aire que tu ya habías respirado, quería adorarte como nadie te adoraría jamás, quería que cuando llegaras a nuestra casa te recibiera una sonrisa mía , quería enamorarme de ti todas las veces que me dejaras hacerlo, quería despertarme a mitad de la noche y asegurarme que estuvieras arropada, quería sorprenderte regalándote esas cosas que ni tu misma sabías que querías, quería tomarte todas las fotos que me dejaras tomarte, quería caminar contigo por la arena agarrados de la mano, quería escaparme a mitad del día e ir a tu oficina solo a decirte que te amo, quería que me contaras todas las cosas que quisieras contarme, quería conocer lugares nuevos contigo, quería abrazarte tanto y besarte dos tantos más, quería que te sintieras amada cada segundo, quería verte lograr tus sueños, quería apretarme contra ti para que no te diera frío, quería exprimir jugos frescos para tu desayuno, quería que te sintieras orgullosa de estar conmigo, quería decirte lo bella que te ven mis ojos, quería tropezarme con tu olor, quería ser viejito y sonreír por una vida llena de ti, quería contarle a quien quisiera escucharme sobre lo increíble que eres, quería verte sonreír por mi culpa, quería ayudarte a hacer la cama y enjabonarte la espalda, quería que fueras tan feliz, quería que me dieras una oportunidad,
pero tu querías otras cosas
pero tu querías otras cosas
viernes, 6 de mayo de 2011
It was too much
Finally I hugged her and said, so very softly in her ear and pressing her firmly to my body: “I’ll have 300 grams of Prague caramel ham please”.
I let her go, just brushing my lips to her cheek, caressing her back with my eager hands. She looked at me in disbelief with those beautiful eyes, her body trembled with excitement as she took a few steps back and slowly started slicing the ham. She wrapped it and gave it to me, and I just walked away, knowing that if I turned around she could not bear it, or maybe because I was too much for me.
I’ve seen her once or twice since then, but we had our moment, our true connection, an instant that would defy time and memory, and it was gone. I can’t blame her for running away every time I shop for groceries, what we shared was too deep, I myself get goose bumps just writing about it. That was the last time I had love in my life.
I let her go, just brushing my lips to her cheek, caressing her back with my eager hands. She looked at me in disbelief with those beautiful eyes, her body trembled with excitement as she took a few steps back and slowly started slicing the ham. She wrapped it and gave it to me, and I just walked away, knowing that if I turned around she could not bear it, or maybe because I was too much for me.
I’ve seen her once or twice since then, but we had our moment, our true connection, an instant that would defy time and memory, and it was gone. I can’t blame her for running away every time I shop for groceries, what we shared was too deep, I myself get goose bumps just writing about it. That was the last time I had love in my life.
The Corner
We got to the corner and I grabbed his arm. In a whisper I told him: "Grab your stuff! You're being followed". He looked at me with puzzlement and shock in his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak and I interrupted him by saying: "Shut up! There's no time to explain, we've got to move, we have to go to a safe place".
He finally took his briefcase and stared walking with me. We walked at a brisk pace for a couple of blocks and I instructed him not to look back, they where close, I could feel their eyes on our backs. Finally we took a right turn and went into a bar, we sat at an empty booth, the farthest from the door we could find. He started to talk again and I told him to shut up, that I was the one who was going to ask all the questions, that it wasn't my fault that they were following him, that he must have done something that caught their attention, that now we where in the open and now it was up to me to fix things up. We ordered two beers and I took his briefcase, opened it and started looking for something, a tracking device, a chip, some kind of bug. All I could find was a half eaten sandwich, an old daily planner, two bic pens and a pepsi. I closed the briefcase, took a sip form my beer and ordered him to empty his pockets. He had nothing, just some change, a few business cards, keys and an antique cellphone.
I was starting to lose my patience and feeling really paranoid. A bunch of college kids entered the bar and with them two men in raincoats talking on a phone. I signaled them and he asked me what was going on. I told him that we where about to die like dogs and we had to act quickly, his eyes went huge and his jaw almost hit the table. I grabbed his arm and told him that everything was going to be alright but he had to do exactly as I said. He just nodded and downed the last third of his beer in one gulp.
I explained to him that the men that were looking for him worked for very shady people and they where instructed to take care of him. I told him that I was going to try to help him and that I had a plan. I was going to the bathroom to climb out of the window, he should wait five minutes, take his stuff and walk away, take the bus and act as if he was going home, I needed to make some calls and would meet with him in the bus. I told him that if I failed to meet him in the bus it would mean that it was too late for me and he would be on his own. I could smell the adrenaline oozing out of him. I got up, shook his hand and smiled. He just managed a sad frown while sweat poured down his forehead. I went to the bathroom, climbed out of the window and disappeared, just took my bike and rode home, I was kinda hungry but it had been a fun afternoon.
Last week I saw him again while crossing the street, I know he saw me, he recognized me. He just stood there in the sidewalk not knowing what to do. Not knowing if anything that happened the previous week was real and wondering if the men in the raincoats were close. He hugged his briefcase, looked around and with his head down started walking home.
He finally took his briefcase and stared walking with me. We walked at a brisk pace for a couple of blocks and I instructed him not to look back, they where close, I could feel their eyes on our backs. Finally we took a right turn and went into a bar, we sat at an empty booth, the farthest from the door we could find. He started to talk again and I told him to shut up, that I was the one who was going to ask all the questions, that it wasn't my fault that they were following him, that he must have done something that caught their attention, that now we where in the open and now it was up to me to fix things up. We ordered two beers and I took his briefcase, opened it and started looking for something, a tracking device, a chip, some kind of bug. All I could find was a half eaten sandwich, an old daily planner, two bic pens and a pepsi. I closed the briefcase, took a sip form my beer and ordered him to empty his pockets. He had nothing, just some change, a few business cards, keys and an antique cellphone.
I was starting to lose my patience and feeling really paranoid. A bunch of college kids entered the bar and with them two men in raincoats talking on a phone. I signaled them and he asked me what was going on. I told him that we where about to die like dogs and we had to act quickly, his eyes went huge and his jaw almost hit the table. I grabbed his arm and told him that everything was going to be alright but he had to do exactly as I said. He just nodded and downed the last third of his beer in one gulp.
I explained to him that the men that were looking for him worked for very shady people and they where instructed to take care of him. I told him that I was going to try to help him and that I had a plan. I was going to the bathroom to climb out of the window, he should wait five minutes, take his stuff and walk away, take the bus and act as if he was going home, I needed to make some calls and would meet with him in the bus. I told him that if I failed to meet him in the bus it would mean that it was too late for me and he would be on his own. I could smell the adrenaline oozing out of him. I got up, shook his hand and smiled. He just managed a sad frown while sweat poured down his forehead. I went to the bathroom, climbed out of the window and disappeared, just took my bike and rode home, I was kinda hungry but it had been a fun afternoon.
Last week I saw him again while crossing the street, I know he saw me, he recognized me. He just stood there in the sidewalk not knowing what to do. Not knowing if anything that happened the previous week was real and wondering if the men in the raincoats were close. He hugged his briefcase, looked around and with his head down started walking home.
jueves, 3 de febrero de 2011
martes, 14 de diciembre de 2010
Anoche
Anoche estaba en un bar, o tal vez una casa donde había mucha gente tomando. Una casa oscura, todas las paredes de ladrillos, no de esas a media luz sino medio oscura.
Una chica se paró frente a mi y pude ver que sonreía. Sonreí yo también. Me tomó de la mano y me llevó a través de pasillos donde el ruido era ensordecedor y la luz apenas nos dejaba ver donde pisar. Llegamos a un corredor muy largo con una estrecha ventana que iba desde el piso al techo y por la que solo se veía oscuridad afuera.
Sonrió y yo sonreí de nuevo. Era natural. Era como si fuera lo más normal. Como si la casa fuera nuestra, como si el que estuviéramos tan pegados era algo que sucediera todos los días, y a pesar de eso sentía nervios.
Tomó mi cara con sus manos y sin dejar de sonreír me besó.
Sabía a vainilla y a galletas tostadas. Olía solo un poquito a jasmín y a tabaco. Se sentía como si fuera nuevo y tranquilo. Como algo que has visto en tu cabeza millones de veces, y que al suceder es mejor de lo que esperabas, algo que sabías sería divino.
Nos mordimos y nos probamos, nos lamimos y nos reimos, nos tocamos y nos apretamos. Queríamos complacer y hacer sufrir al mismo tiempo.
Las respiraciones se aceleraron y un rocío de sudor empezó a cubrir nuestra piel. Un poco más cerca, los dos; un poco más duro, yo; un poquito más fuerte, nos mordemos; un poco más caliente, todo.
Se rió y con una carcajada, pasó su lengua por mis labios y se separó de mi.
Se hundió en la penumbra, apenas a medio metro de donde estábamos, sacó un cigarrillo y al encenderlo vi...
que eras tú.
Una chica se paró frente a mi y pude ver que sonreía. Sonreí yo también. Me tomó de la mano y me llevó a través de pasillos donde el ruido era ensordecedor y la luz apenas nos dejaba ver donde pisar. Llegamos a un corredor muy largo con una estrecha ventana que iba desde el piso al techo y por la que solo se veía oscuridad afuera.
Sonrió y yo sonreí de nuevo. Era natural. Era como si fuera lo más normal. Como si la casa fuera nuestra, como si el que estuviéramos tan pegados era algo que sucediera todos los días, y a pesar de eso sentía nervios.
Tomó mi cara con sus manos y sin dejar de sonreír me besó.
Sabía a vainilla y a galletas tostadas. Olía solo un poquito a jasmín y a tabaco. Se sentía como si fuera nuevo y tranquilo. Como algo que has visto en tu cabeza millones de veces, y que al suceder es mejor de lo que esperabas, algo que sabías sería divino.
Nos mordimos y nos probamos, nos lamimos y nos reimos, nos tocamos y nos apretamos. Queríamos complacer y hacer sufrir al mismo tiempo.
Las respiraciones se aceleraron y un rocío de sudor empezó a cubrir nuestra piel. Un poco más cerca, los dos; un poco más duro, yo; un poquito más fuerte, nos mordemos; un poco más caliente, todo.
Se rió y con una carcajada, pasó su lengua por mis labios y se separó de mi.
Se hundió en la penumbra, apenas a medio metro de donde estábamos, sacó un cigarrillo y al encenderlo vi...
que eras tú.
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