Esto es una de las primeras cosas que escribí (por gusto) y la neta ya no me gusta, a pesar de que en su momento me enorgullecía (esto hace como 5 años) supongo que porque estaba descubriendo lo disfrutable que es escribir, así que por esa simple sensación que tuve merece ser desempolvado y publicado.
Réquiem
Luna llena y pasión corren por mi cuerpo, el frenesí del roce entre piel desnuda escurre por mi herida.
Dos cuerpos yacen inertes en un suave lecho de amor y locura, tras profesarse sentimientos con la intensidad del mar embravecido rugiendo a sus espaldas y el filo del acero dejándose seducir por los corazones que atraviesa. Llenando de espectros color escarlata la arena blanda, descansa por fin un amor, ya sin pena ni sufrimiento; como un tributo al pecado que cometieron.
La voz de una pareja de amantes termina con el más sutil de los suspiros y la brisa se lleva el murmullo de sus sollozos, dejando un altar en homenaje. Un réquiem de la carne joven e inocente que no puede vivir sin un amor obsesivo y apasionado. Se sostienen por puro equilibrio los cuerpos que no podrán ser olvidados, pues representan el amor concebido por dos almas que se amarán eternamente.
martes, 30 de septiembre de 2008
miércoles, 3 de septiembre de 2008
Brief inspiration
Fear of the duck
I hear better with my eyes closed
Raid
Just one bullet. That’s what it always comes down to, nothing more, and nothing less.
I hear steps, light’s dwindling and the crackling noise of electricity and broken glass.
Just one bullet, just one shot, and all chances point towards me fucking it up and Janice falling from my cold fingers. My lungs ache, someone’s blowing a balloon inside them, and my legs are toothpicks.
That’s what life is all about, an almost empty chamber going around and only one shot for the price, never the same opportunity again, always the bullet and Janice.
Shut your eyes old man, stop taking in your surroundings, stop thinking of your situation, stop fighting the pressure and take your mind elsewhere. Remember the steak you had for dinner, remember the sweet whisper in your ear before the phone rang, remember the soft strokes on your face and the face of that beautiful woman… no shithead, no use getting a hard-on right now, keep your blood in your brain.
Breath deep, remember, did you park well the patrol? Is your badge on?
Did you give her back the keys to the terrace? No, they’re in my pocket, shit.
Think clearly, the clock is ticking and the steps are getting closer, breathe, listen, one bullet and nothing more. What’s that? A trip, now’s your chance, take it, it’s the shot.
(loud bang)
That motherfucker was waiting for me, he’s looking at me in the eye and aiming at my head, bastard. My shot’s gone. Now why the fuck did I not get a second serving of that steak?
(loud bang)
I hear steps, light’s dwindling and the crackling noise of electricity and broken glass.
Just one bullet, just one shot, and all chances point towards me fucking it up and Janice falling from my cold fingers. My lungs ache, someone’s blowing a balloon inside them, and my legs are toothpicks.
That’s what life is all about, an almost empty chamber going around and only one shot for the price, never the same opportunity again, always the bullet and Janice.
Shut your eyes old man, stop taking in your surroundings, stop thinking of your situation, stop fighting the pressure and take your mind elsewhere. Remember the steak you had for dinner, remember the sweet whisper in your ear before the phone rang, remember the soft strokes on your face and the face of that beautiful woman… no shithead, no use getting a hard-on right now, keep your blood in your brain.
Breath deep, remember, did you park well the patrol? Is your badge on?
Did you give her back the keys to the terrace? No, they’re in my pocket, shit.
Think clearly, the clock is ticking and the steps are getting closer, breathe, listen, one bullet and nothing more. What’s that? A trip, now’s your chance, take it, it’s the shot.
(loud bang)
That motherfucker was waiting for me, he’s looking at me in the eye and aiming at my head, bastard. My shot’s gone. Now why the fuck did I not get a second serving of that steak?
(loud bang)
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