it be?
you left and you took my hands?
She was a beautiful black woman, shiny and wavy. She was sitting at the table, along with the other two: a girl very white, opaque and no curves, but very sweet. And a man, silent, secret, soft black dress with a long strap bag at his side, leaning against the dark parquet. The three were absorbed in their work, possibly a legal issue, those who have lawyers who sit at the tables to rack your brains to find a return to the exception in Article such paragraph which, of Law No. X.
Suddenly the black angry about something and got fat, like a bloated fish. It became a ball of anger and cursing, got up and left the other two.
The girl sweetness and smooth white opacity looked at me with innocent eyes and left.
I lay down and asked the man secret, just as he was lifting the strap of his briefcase to leave, with my hand signal to come over and rested on me. I looked at his mouth and kissed him deeply, as if it were not able to stop that kiss, as if to make love. I do not remember what happened.
I was alone. I went to the refrigerator. The door was loose, and out a thread of light that drew a yellow triangle in the dark parquet. Detachment carefully packing tape that was holding the wrong door and I saw many delicacies of colors and intoxicating scents. I decided on a thread coated with powdered sugar.
I went to bed in the dark, for some reason had a bed for her there. At the head saw the symbol of his anger, his clothes perfectly ordered on the pillow. A white blouse with straight sleeves, a black silk vest, small, as in the middle of the shirt neatly pressed, or when the women prepare their clothes to go for a walk-a huge tablet medication and decorated like a child a cake, a black pill on the white tablet. It was like a chessboard, or checkers, but done with clothes and pills.
The next morning the girl blanquita was sitting at the table, happy, bright and wavy, her eyes smiled at me, man had kissed her secret. Like me.
