We ran into meet. At the bus stop. It was because I was late, and he was yonder there... He gets to ignore me so many times. It's natural. Around eight o'clock, the morning started to sparkle. With the wind dragging that navarrese stink of storm and drips falling. And they fell again, and... we just said "hi" for fun.

That afternoon was desire ... A pleasant good with every goodbye that the farewell supposes. A soft mattress in a cuddle. The pillow enclosed in caress. There's annoy, geting tired of love. Loving is always the same, a lush desire with or away from bed. Tenderness is kind of a liquor store, so numberless of them! My feels get dizzy. I can endure them or him...hers, hers. 

 -There's nothing I can do. The blue to see you, to hear you; awakes that nightmare.- The sugar licks the moisture ice. And drags that dream, when I cross your voice. The heart goes numb. The rosebuds growing fatter... Padlock that hides, padlock that closes. A kiss. We played in the garden, there were walls. It was evening and nothing remained but the grass, the blueing of the day, and our confusions. My lashes trembled as he climbed. As if staggering between confusing curves in an amusement park. Until in light and present fatigue fait on void. The depths of the blond grove and dry leaves gave way door to pleasure. Smooth as a drip-drop, until melted in white sweet rain. And she blushed. The night turned puff pastry, and we bite into it.

The big old watch fell, smashing into large plasticized pieces -...Just kidding, just kidding. - You said while you made a knot with a tie and placed it around my neck. And we pretended that it was nothing more than a tie. But the watch itself and its glass shell did not break. Its clock stills, but nobody listens. I wanted to reach that branch, but I couldn't and asked you to raise me. I don't know how that stool got to us. That little chair without back, who put it under the tree?   -It's fun, what could ever happen? I'll just be a little taller -But he still hugged me, kissing me without allowing me to go up. And the cloth, that snare-tie passed through the branch. So with that blue around my neck. Gray-blue, powder blue...

-She's your girlfriend. - I blurted out once, in another time, wrapped in resentments.

-Why you said it?-  His eyes returned as before, a light between brown and dark.

-Cos I like you ... No, not that ... I don't know what I'm saying. Since we met there, everything has become confusing, I just wanted to. And then, and I ...

-You like me? - No, no... I dont know. 

-No, don't. Stay. - I shouldn't have come, it was wrong. Let me go.

-Its not like the end of the world.

-Then what is Victor? It hurts.- Feelings are stirred, like a shake of emotions with bright berry shines.  The laughter would vanish -You're sure? She could be pregnant. I mean, who knows what goes on on your kitchen table?- You didn't take the ...-Why would I have to take them? I wonder why you didn't have a silver bunny squeezed in your denim pocket- ...I look at him, the line of his glasses falling. That shadow slipping, getting stuck between buttons...Wrapped in my dress I knew love, every afternoon after snack time he accompanies me, teaching me to bake cookies in the shape of bows and arrows. 

 At first it was a ladder, a wobbly step, but it saddened her. Along with his life was also a gloom, the final whip sound. Pernow here, soon in the grass fainting my breathe. Leaving him, moving up, softly a final goodbye. He imagined: Her little shoe would bend small and plump, the fabric and the end of her lace. Would slip her, they would tire her ... perhaps later she would get tired of dying. A short, short chair, like a small step. Who placed it? It looked so inviting ...-Then you will push it away, right? but, maybe, .. no. Now I just have to fall. It's like a play, when it's over. You just have to leave. -There were three of them and still on top of that, life or death would soon appear. I was gazing distractedly at the blue lace. The trembling end, disdainfully leaves. Friendships that tightened distances. Papers tangled between crayons and walnut hearts.

-You hear? I feel like this, my heels hitting the bench. It's like hanging up. But I love you and you're still here, isn't it wonderful? Look, take my hands. We will not talk anymore, you will tell and the flowers down me will have to grow to give you an answer. Can't you see it? We are three of you ...