My plan that nothing I care a damn and let things happen with extreme fluidity was absurd and had nothing to do with me. But I had played many roles that did not fit, then one more did not seem so serious. At least for testing.
Leo I met a friend. I was fascinated from the start. In fact he had only aesthetically beard hiding half his face and good wool clothing hippie, but he painted very cute and a lot and I won. He saw in each picture a side of me or played a role, but it caught my attention because I was white, waiting to be written, absent and his paintings were an explosion of color. But did not know what he was doing while I was fascinated watching coffee that child from the window of a toy.
Our relationship pointed to something specific: to have sex. Of course I did not understand that it is difficult to have sex and nothing else. There are always things that come into contact, even in those fifteen minutes it took to take a cup of coffee and the last sips were cold, but were a reflection of my desire to prolong the conversation. I knew that once left the empty cup somewhere in the floor where we sat, we would begin to communicate without words.
I never saw him many times but I scored. Whenever I went to see it raining. No matter if we had arranged a week before the meeting or arose spontaneously in a message I got when I was in class or in a bowling alley. Whenever it rained. Finite or pitchers, cloudy or sunny. Whenever it rained.
And when the rain passes'm missing something, they passed our meetings felt empty inexplicable.
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