I'm leaving without you.
jueves, 23 de abril de 2009
Mi amiga pálida y pelirroja escupe ahora sangre por la boca. Sus ojos se vuelven venosos y quemantes.
Salta hacia mi vientre con intento de mordeme, o de morderla, a Sofía.
Humano hecho de humano - me dice -, eso es lo que como.
Traspasa el agujero en la pared y desaparece.
jueves, 16 de abril de 2009
According to magnetic laws it makes sense. I'm a shaft of light, you're a photograph . Cheese ! In the picture you kiss my lips, and I kiss yours. Then you kiss my chest, my back, my legs and slip your hands so gently through my damp skin from shoulder to fingers. Stop. Image, image, image. And Recording. Trembling you touched my hands with your fingertips, softly at the beginning. I wish I knew was done next, but I didn't care at all. In the midtime I suppose that I fell asleep while seeing the full moon reflecting everywhere. You saw me and realized that my upper and lower eyelashes where both glued to each other. But it seemed it didn't stop anything. What's that smell? Something is burning. Your hands, that were so nicely touching mine, were now killingly hot and holding my arms so tightly that they reached my humerus, burning them too. Stop spitting needles out at me, if only I knew they were not mean to hurt me, but to sew me on. The idea felt so powerful, so attractive, so healing, so sweet that I could chew it for an eternity. I've fallen down the deep hole.