Kashmir

She’s gone letting me to see her backs – and her pretty butt – leaving through the door now broken, I stayed sit at the living room and without shirt like in the past, with a practically empty bottle of old whiskey, my head still hurt and the guitar consoled my loneness. I played some songs of when I was young, of when dating on the street made me have an erection and sex was my acme – the house was empty now.

My voice was aggressive with the sound of distortion, when I realized it was morning already – did I fall asleep or faint? – I saw that face of before, the clear brown skin with your black and long hair, the mouth that early I got drunk was talking but I wasn’t able to listen.  I woke up on the kitchen’s floor with the phone ringing loud “hello?” still sleepy I got the invitation of an old friend while I turned and looked the white roof, the laziness of that day consumed me, I wore my boot and when I left home I thought that I needed a car - maybe.

Arriving at his house, we ate something and chatted, introducing me his new wife right after the lunch with a queue of bottles of beer that now we were drying in the middle of the afternoon. We exchanged ideas, we remembered the girls and all the guzzle we had. At the beginning of the night we went to a near cabaret, we didn’t take so long, the willing to be with his girl was bigger and that was what he did.

I went back home walking, on the way I lighted a cigarette and stopped right ahead at a street where few cars were passing, it was possible to have a sight of the illuminated city like the veil of a bride with her brilliant eyes or Shangri-la.

The phone rang and a feminine and known voice I heard “May I know what are you doing on the roadside alone?” I laughed and putting out the cigarette, I answered “just admiring the sight”, she had passed by my side, made an invitation for us to go out. I went to her house and we moved ahead until a party with one of her friends, we soon found out that the party was totally gay – a detail that her friend just came to comment when we arrived in – I didn’t mind, I had a pretty and great companion by my side despite of not having courage to go to the bathroom having to pass by a track full of shirtless transvestites and with colossal muscles.

We were drying a bottle of vodka and chatting a lot, at each cup it was getting more difficult to resist her pretty mouth – as if God had taken his brush and painted a pink heart. What an idea she had of making confessions, in one of those I had to be sincere and confess my desire at that moment – what a tasty sin. The sun was showing itself amid that rainy dawn, we were at my house playing like adults on the bed now messy, she fell asleep and I got up to look her beautiful face – I drank too much, which sickened – I ran to the bathroom and threw part of the alcohol on the toilet.

To evolve in joy… Half of a vodka… I forgot to drop by at the house of other friend…