Siempre ha entrado y salido gente en mi vida de forma estupida, habra quien considere eso como no buena senal, y tal vez tengan razon. Estoy seguro que me gustaria conservar a alguien mas alla del Verano o el primer cambio de piel, pero las neveras son costosas y no me atrevo a meter a nadie en el refrigerador... Tal vez suene exagerado, pero estoy seguro que mi roomie notaria inmediato un cuerpo amoratado y desnudo al lado de sus sobras Thai.
Por ello es que abro mi corazon de tajo, entra, hazlo despacio, que juro poder estirarlo y guardar lo que mi cerebro de coladera no ha sabido. Hay quien busco enredarse de eternidad a mis cuentos, pero sus graffitis en mi cortex habran de ser lavados y los nombres cincelados cubiertos por neuronas viejas, aburridas de insistir. Pero en mi corazon juro no hay olvido y juro sobran mimos y besos y mananas encantadas que al mundo hagan estremecer.
Un corazon nuevo que guarda pocos reales y un monton de imaginarios, repleto de estrellas, colores, tropiezos, una consola de sonido y todo cuanto hace falta para mudarme a un planeta mejor azulado. Todo... todo salvo tu olor! Por ello pido que entres, que busco intoxicarme con tu cabello, axilas y culo; que por el olor que en mis dedos ha quedado hace valer la pena herirlo.
...A cambio y sin defensa, el corazon.
Un corazon nuevo que guarda pocos reales y un monton de imaginarios, repleto de estrellas, colores, tropiezos, una consola de sonido y todo cuanto hace falta para mudarme a un planeta mejor azulado. Todo... todo salvo tu olor! Por ello pido que entres, que busco intoxicarme con tu cabello, axilas y culo; que por el olor que en mis dedos ha quedado hace valer la pena herirlo.
...A cambio y sin defensa, el corazon.
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Que bonito ser amado como lo haces tu. Ternura, cachondez... Wuaaa!
i decided to share with you some more stuff that reminds me of you, i should probably apologize at the commencement for not writing in spanish yet i fear for slaughtering of the language almost as strongly as i fear the hunt. we don't know each other but that doesn't matter, for all i know you could be a fish. man, there are all kinds of fishes out there. so here goes a story in hopes that you smile somewhere else with the same intensity i did reading yours.
i told chesika before my last stunt that if i died, i'd come back as a fish.
not thinking she'd remember i said that. she wasn't a good listener. never was. perhaps i underestimated her.
it's been 2 years since i departed this earth as kevin "chi chi" robidas, daredevil esquire.*
when people caled me crazy, chesika told them i was misunderstood. that comforted me like heck (like her damn good corn muffins). she didn't totally get me, but amen to the fact she tried.
some say my attempt to jump the atlantic ocean on my motorcycle was an epic failure, but to me, it was a success of the heart.
in the two years since my passing, she scouts the mainland for helpless fish, with hopes of setting them free, back into the sea, out of danger, away from hot kitchen grills and the hungry mouths of frisky cats.
at first she tried to get her scuba license to be closer to me, but failed (dreadful asthma attacks).**
i must admit chesika's a better woman without me. stronger, independent. quotes herman melvine books.*** keeps the tv off. and no more showers. only baths (with sea salt extract tablets).
there's not a moment goes by when fish aren't on her mind. if i could have realized that before my big jump, i would have made her my wife.
*i practice the law of gravity
**chesika's once used scuba gear now collects dust in her grandma's basement next to a mil-crate full of her dad's 1970 playboys.
***she doesn't quote from actual melville novel's, but rather from cliff notes she got a bj's superstore.
oh, i almost forget to tell you, that story isnt mine its from a guy called adam wade. but still, i hope you enjoy it.
...Olisquear la nevera... ésas son palabras viejas, olvidadas, leerlas de nuevo me hace erizar, reir, sonrojar. Escarbas en lo viejo y me haces de nuevo recoger tropiezos. Gracias!
Podría ser un fish? Uno tal vez en busca de un pond y un good listener al lado. Me gusta Wade, me gusta saberte somewhere. Eres quién?
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