A lifetime bouncing.
Looking straight ahead at the Sun.
Hiding from the spell of the Moon
And unloading the desire in my hands.
Without praying to God to ask for something
Defending the rights of long-haired men.
Following the route of the stars
Looking for a better destination to the story of my life
Cutting from the flowers the most beautiful
Leaving a trail of petals
In the trajectory of my flight.
Dream stowaway
Carrying no luggage
More for apathy
That for not paying passage.
Complementing ideologies
Making them unbreakable laws of my life
Always attentive to what my heart said
When a little stronger
In my chest it was heard.
I traveled from North to South.
Looking for the love of my life
Beautiful, quiet and intelligent.
That appeared suddenly
As Hansel and Gretel
Following the trail of petals that I lost.
And one afternoon she caught up with me in the west.
Hidden among the rising shadows
Of that agonizing day
She took me with her irreverent lips.
Making me her own at that very moment.
And I'm not talking about love.
Imagined in exciting poetry
Describing bitter ideologies
Of inert hearts
Written by Forgotten Souls
Of those dead poets.
I'm talking about runaway hearts
In a concert of muffled murmurs
And refrains of thousands of I love you restrained.
That early morning taught me.
That when 2 perverse lovers
They love each other so intensely.
It's not just the heart beating
And they feel it too.
The Mirror Without Soul.
- So every time we make love as intensely as last night you will write me such a suggestive poem? —Natalia asks, stopping falling asleep.
-We always do it intensely, heart, each and every one of the times you have made me yours, And I've made you mine You deserve a poem, so I already owe you like 30 or 40.
- So many times! But if you don't even have a week since we met. –says Natalia losing count with her fingers. - It even gave me a chill! We have always done it intensely but last night; Brrr, it was mind-blowing!
-If you are right, now I know that you are very yummy everywhere; Turn again. —Martin tells her, thinking that she was not going to accept.
- Let me name my new poem! It will be called that.
It's not just the heart beating.
-You like it?
-Yes, of course, but I like what I asked you more; Do you dare?
-I gladly, but I prefer to leave that as a prize for our bets, you also hurt me a little, but as a prize I have something for you.
Says the beautiful lady sailing between fresh downpours to the south of his waist, carrying him for just over 5 minutes to the sky of her devouring kisses, while he held on tightly with the fingers of from the air, from the clouds, or from any star he could grasp, so as not to fall from that sky in which he was transported to a paradise that he did not even know if he deserved it, but he did enjoy it.
"We have to leave, love, the children enter school this week and I will no longer be able to sleep with you during the week, well nothing else tonight, but not tomorrow night," —says Natalia while brushing her teeth.
-Well, according to the company's human resources, Once hired they give me the courses, the certifications that I need, food and lodging, so it will no longer be necessary for me to stay alone until here, and we can see each other at the hotel assigned to me, in case they give me a room alone, and already the weekend because we come here.
-Ah, yes! In the car I bring your letter of no criminal record with federal stamps, you remember to give it to you.
-This time I will not take my suitcase, better tomorrow, You say you can still spend tonight with me. –says Martín.
And already on the road with her driving and he as a co-pilot while they talked, Natalia told him.
-We can stay here for the weekend, but during the week I can not go to visit you at the hotel, remember that I am a married woman, and well known on Isla de Tris to be seen entering a hotel every night.
-Well, in that you are right, but I do not answer if you plan to abstain me from your kisses and your caresses All week, I would tear you apart on Friday night. —Martin says, smiling.
- Well, you download the desire in your hands as you say in your poem last night!
- That was in prison and before I met you! Now I have someone with whom and I don't need my hands. –he says, pressing on her leg.
-You are right, love, you do not have to unload in your hands because for that of taking away the desire you have me; And don't think I'm going to leave you alone to get the one who wanted to give you a ride last night! I'll have to go in disguise or see how I do to take away your desire.
-No need Natalia, I love you and I assure you that I can wait for you until the weekend, you can trust me.
Natalia looked at him smiling as she refrained from kissing him already parked in the lobby of the Gaiatt hotel.