When Will Hemotoma Go Away

have a tab on the cheek. Fabrico

a bitter smile at her. Remember that game? That intimacy to go up and ask you to close your eyes and you stay still. That order is now a plea macabre. Closer and hear your breathing, the slight trembling of your eyelids and your skin to feel my touch. Catch carefully between the clamp fingers to avoid pinching. Look glued on the tip of the index and tell you open your eyes. Show it as the secret ingredient of a magical antidote. The master key of a spell. And then say, with smiling children's story, you ask for a wish and then blew very strong, with all your strength. If the tab is taking off the desire be fulfilled.

Remember?

Then I asked you what you asked, and you, following the game, you said you could not, that desires to fulfill, can not say. And I pretended that I was angry and you hugged me and said he had asked you hit the lottery, and I said you were an idiot because that already have not come true, and you told me that I had touched me and the prize Pot, and I smiled and I called a liar, and you kissed me and I ...

Do you remember, right?

was child's play and we did it and we always though forty. An innocent game impossible to ask the future wishes to avert the adverse fate, forgetting cheating hand lines, islands, cuts and fractures. A game when there were still wells, springs and coins, candles and birthday cakes. And we always played just in case it were possible, because we had nothing to lose and perhaps a desire to achieve.

Do you remember, right?

course I remember.

have a tab on the cheek. I go to leave the warmth of my breath burning your eyelids. The clip caught between my fingers without noticing the mechanical movements of your breath or the shaking of your skin to my contact. The gaze glued to the tip of the index and your lips look pale, your absolute immobility. Master key to a spell, magical antidote. Quietly ask one simple wish, a prayer, an impossible, a lie: the reverse rotation of the earth, life back twenty-four hours ago.

breath and closing his eyes with all my strength.

Jorge del Frago Text

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