I woke up with an infernal
headache, I sat on the bed and took a bottle of whiskey by its half on the
headboard then taking a painkiller, on the pillow there was a red spot. I went
to the bathroom to splash some water on my face and when I looked at the mirror
I saw the coagulated blood that had drained. The bottle broke on the floor…
After grabbing a beer and light a
cigarette of weed, I stayed watching the sea leaning against the railing of the
balcony of my room, it was a dark and confused night, for many times I lowered
my head and ran the same hand, which was holding the smoke, on the still wet
hairs, my mind seemed to have deleted something bad. Fuck, my motorcycle!!! – I
hadn’t realized yet, but from up there I saw it close to the sea. I ran to get
it, the things were just getting worse, it was scratched and with some dents on
the right side -- Fuck, what I’ve been doing? – from distance I heard a voice
screaming my name, suddenly, I remembered everything!
“What happened to you, what have
you done?!” She asked me while she was hugging me and throwing my beer away,
her heart was racing and the tear wet my shirt. “It’s alright” I replied even
though I knew she wouldn’t accept that simple answer, “What are the odds?” I
asked, “What do you mean?” she replied without understanding, “What are the
odds for me to find a perfect woman like you and somehow, even without guilty
or unintentionally end up hurting you”
The centuries pass and karma
doesn’t burn… The bottle was going and coming with the weak wave… Perhaps I
don’t deserve forgiveness…
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