Back to Black

“It’s been a while that you don’t give interviews, I love to listen you filling their ears with bad words.” Camille finished the commentary laughing, despite of all my shits she didn’t talk much bad word. “Come on then, today I interview you, tell me about your adolescence.” What a question, my adolescence is nothing that is to be admired.

Her curiosity made me remember of old times when the black hair slid to the middle of the back, the earrings swayed on the ear and the tight jeans with the ripped band shirt accompanied me. I left home early to live in a small apartment in downtown with a warning on the door: “Danger, Heavy Metal!” and an Eddie drawn on the wall of inside beside the window, at that period with 18 years old, beside the bed some bottles of beer, a cabinet full of clothes and a close garbage with some packages of condoms that I had luck to remember of throwing them away. I spent my moments of resting playing some songs, I sat on a table and put the lampshade focused on me, I had an interesting audience of mosquitoes and cockroaches, sometimes I had luck when a rat – which I had baptized Vodka – that lived at the apartment beside came to visit me, there I performed my acoustic show, I believe that I even heard some applauses after a rock’n’roll music.

Laid on the bed was always the same compliment that I received after a Bossa Nova music “what a beautiful” was my cue for us to stay naked sweating on that small bed that hold me up in the nights. Some screamed loud while others gave a shy moan after the orgasm, each one with her own beauty and charm that conquered me even for one day or for one year.

Those were times when I meditated about my ideas… The remembrances tell our histories in a funny way… “How about we make remembrances today” she said…