PARIS (nothing is true and all lies they say) dried Beef
"Come, come closer.
Come and hold me.
smile again
to remember Paris ,
to be my trouble.
Let me spend an afternoon more ... "
song "Paris", La Oreja de Van Gogh
observe and learn before printing pondered over the years I discovered many of their strengths and weaknesses in how much I felt and wanted, odious than it was when I really wanted to hurt, I looked askance and then, I avoided talking. I did not say, nor did it further comment, it was implied that when we meet, that way and in these circumstances, the basic rule would test any friendship between a man and a woman: that there is no friendship.
Avenue hardened my walk, the branches of trees moved in waves, producing the effect of a Van Gogh Impressionist who laughed at my folly. We looked at the rest, agreeing this time, accused of everything we wanted, we were about to enter Paris, with its green walls and garish signs, the cabinet gave the price of a constant schedule, there were four coins and functions. A few steps from the ticket booth decided to pretend that we were curious as a couple, a strategy that would save us the embarrassment of showing newcomers, or poorly named cucufato meddling, the intention was not out of tune, especially when the audience was mostly male. Pulled newly purchased books and I last looked at the street with their secrets, artificial light threshold as we announced that the city sordid was not just outside, the misery of a senile solitude reigned in the muddy seat of a passion not delivered.
- I have already entries
"What a shame, we will look at all. We were ten minutes and we
"No problem, anytime we go. But natural Behave, do not get nervous as well be distracted by the movie.
- Or maybe touching all aggg! if we left we see nonsense.
- Silence, let's go.
stale colors of a roll a thousand times above the shade gave the old sixties crowded movie theater. I walked next to him, following his doubts to locate the right place, looking for empty seats and adjacent right or left, far or near ecran, without taking into account that for this type of film would not have any angle so that deprived us of most unbelievable detail. Once off trying to decipher the plot, wrongly assuming it was, we arrived at the last minute when everything exploded in a happy ending and not for her faithful lover.
- Geez that black and strapped to the chair, hahaha is earned with the orgy.
- If, then, poor guy, the skinny abusive with four kids.
- How boring, and every time they do that?, This is false, one would not be skinny like that, especially since you get paid to film, fake!
- But look, then think.
Despite the squalor in the dialogues, three words at most, I thought I could control everything. Always rationalizing the time. Hey, tell the truth, do something so wrong can incite people?, Look at that old forward, is to hide his hands, ag!. Him, incredulous, said quietly: Bah, but what you tell me you do not feel anything?
"No, nothing.
- It is impossible not to feel anything, there would be someone who does not feel anything with such scenes.
smiled maliciously: "And you feel?", "Doing time" answer.
Overflow obscene pleasure, sensual, corrupt, incited anyone libido deserved more than him that night. Now the screen focuses on the face of an oriental woman caressing the contours of a splendid body, the shape of your mouth I crawled back and desires, I could not watch it again, the temptation was inches from other lips that brushed between words my ears, I decided to look her brown eyes, and kissed him. We tangled suffocated by the heat source at the base of our thighs, and so we set out, or proposed and that he had no access, end the night with the taste of wine on the tongue, our languages, in a room with a house set for lodging.
badly painted in the hallways was recalling May that first hello in person. Began the afternoon in the small apartment, the summer away and I had a ridiculous green sweater, always prevented climate of those times, as treacherous as my last relationship. The host had played a few tunes of Led Zeppelin, a little room preparing cultures come when everyone arrived, I knew I did not deserve to be there was not minimally for coping with intellectual and literary themes on that long table and bright. The image disappears, and I am sitting at his side, many minutes before had greeted him as promised, with our sound way to call two inseparable friends, confidants, irreplaceable together to make fun of the world.
"I can not believe it! "I do not
" What happens next?
- mmm, well, I do not think we can be friends again after this is over I think it's fake and imposed, "but cherish the friendship that is a lie! ...
- Do not say that, yes you can, if at first you can clearly existed.
- No, once you finish this could not keep you as a friend, would be a lie.
"I do not want to lose a friend, do not say!.
conceived the idea of \u200b\u200bsurprising poor ever being better than him, assured him he would outgrow it, I read all the books he I had read in addition to that played at least. The time I found that not only surpass in wisdom, but achieved much more than that, it took my body and my senses to the category of a language that does not exist, making it known to me transferred, beating myself through its unusual way of making you fly to infinity. His imagination was still a wonderful coincidence that any book could ever write, I'd be intrigued if special just as we were when we were the best informants on earth. "Hey, do you think that after this we can return to being the soul mates of all time?" "It's what more desire, "he answered, and I understood, after pondering his words, he could not take that, if so desired, then be back to being friends." Thank you, was what I needed for the end of my story. "
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