Nov 5, 2008


The well- ordered world had thrown them out, for their adventure had no place in it. She had heard him talk about systems but yet could not make a word out of what he was saying since she was too busy looking at his wrist and then at his hair that was always so messed up in a not well-ordered way that she loved. But yet, today he seemed real to her and that scared her away. He talked about his past and what he liked and disliked and she could see him in that small town being very disciplined and religious before becoming doubtful and agnostic. She could also imagine him in the larger city, teaching rich yet obedient children and being surprised one day when they wrote him a farewell card. It was there, she seemed to understand, that he must have begun to be what he was today. She thought she was not ready to see him as real and human and that all she wanted to do was prevent him from talking so that she could kiss him and be held and be conflicted with that feeling of freshness and desire. She wanted to kiss his shoulder and snuggle into the hollow of that shoulder. Today they had laughed a bit stiffly. She toyed with something on the ground; at some point he almost had a sad smile. Today she once more felt the emotion he always conveyed her, of not belonging to anyone in particular. Go away, she said. Impossible to leave you, he said.


flacazul said...

Tiene musicalidad, tiene ritmo.
Me gusta.

Tiene ese feeling, ese... je ne sais quoi.

Si, definitivamente me ha gustado.

Un abrazo.

pirotecnia said...

gracias, flacazul. Si alguien sabe de música eres tú, así que hago caso a tu consejo :)

otro abrazo