Story In the middle of the road, suddenly, you see a giant poppy, emphasizing on el campo de margaritas que apenas han abierto la flor. Se ven perfectamente sus flexibles tallos peludos, el remate más grueso con forma de campana, y luego, la explosión de color, rojo fuego con un poco de negro, picado el fulgor por unos bichos minúsculos, mariquitas o tal vez gusanos. Es un trozo de sendero, por el que va caminando un tal Gustavo, con todos sus arreos a cuestas. Cuando ya no puede más se echa a la sombra de una extraña palmera, donde debiera haber un pino lleno de agujas formando la hojarasca.
Tal vez es un pino, pero él ve "palmera", la cosa es que se recuesta contra el saco que sobresale de la amplia mochila, y enseguida se duerme, tras quitarse las botas de color camel. Tiene un sueño heavy, which seems to ooze over your nostacho Nietzsche. You see a white horse, scarcely a black hair on his body, and under a grove of mushrooms or wild mushrooms, and below, a creature that looks like a gnome, approaches him and whispers something in his ear, but he's not the language comprennde forest and decides to follow his lead. Pisses against the high wheat field, the green is a perfect screen, then rises a fresh wind at the end of the long summer evening. Not long, his shadow, faced with a hollow trunk of oak, the hole measured at least eighty centimeters in diameter. Almost puts his head inside, but here you hear a hoarse voice, which tells you something that does not understand, captures only single words and terms like "arg" or "Llull". Leave the dead trunk and moves on, under a flight of birds that never stop squawking, as if they were hungry and wait for the bait. On the horizon without obstacles, suddenly, it gets dark, with no gradation of light. Gustavo stops again, this time to a block of granite on which are painted lemon yellow: Do not throw anything (but the first word, denial, is half-cleared). After listening to a kind of mobile, but I swear his, an old Motorola equipment, it has long without charge and to doubt its performance. A number that does not know (but do know some number of memory?), but it serves the fourth ring. Sounds from the other side, but as if here, a female voice, singing clearly, which asks where you are, answer "childhood" and asks him to go right away, which has a waiting taxi. The latter does not quite understand, and even smiled when he saw the display cuts her real name "Liszt", and has said that mobile phone call from his father, and is the repanocha. But then
was firmly believe everything, she is his mistress, the beautiful and elegant woman of the city, and that it is looking like the fire.
not know what to do. Is faced with a ditch Mataje filled, thistles, willow, sedges, and more vegetables whose names are not known. He remembers another girl from another time, when stopped at the farmhouse of the Pastor, who was fond of hard pastels, and she always said she was asking the world, with prying questions. Sold her necklaces, bracelets and that kind of souvenirs to tourists. Sale of dreaming when you feel the icy water on the feet, tickle moss, frogfish channel bottom. Before it has a woman in her thirties, wearing all white (shirt very thin long neck and slightly waisted, wide linen trousers and summer sandals, and a little shawl around his neck), Massimo Style Dutti woman. Without opening his mouth, he knows what he is saying. "So this is the child who told me," he begins, almost stammering.
"I was looking everywhere until I was left without coverage."
"I do not know where you come from, I do not, you're very pretty."
"I fell in love for classical music. Do you remember when we met just listened to Scotland and Ketama Mojinos?"
"Well, also to Javier Ruibal, that night I put the tape and I said I'd heard him in concert recently."
"True." And laughs nervously, while exhaling cigarette smoke. Remains faithful to L & M.
"In contrast with the Goldberg Variations could not."
"No, it's true, I told you to remove them, which was a lead."
"as I like to hear what's
nice."
"Bonito", and says he likes it. And it seems like yesterday when he stood on tiptoe to kiss him, kiss almost clandestine, a cultural center aisle, from the library where I used to go to school. And remember, you knew all your meals, loved to smell, and when her hair was freshly washed, and these sandals stepping on the accelerator of the old car that had left her father before he could buy one of your choice. And smell it again, among the reeds of the river, and knew it was something delicious.
After a blink, she was gone, was gone like the wind, like a glove with smoke from the chimney. The wind blew near the sea. Thought to run away to the shore, get your feet wet exhausted from walking, throw salt in the face to wake up at all. He saw the stone with the inscription phosphorescent smelled grilled sardines, wind, haze.
Suddenly, it is again surrounded by people inside a crowded elevator, but it is as big as the hall of a five star hotel, and downtown there are seats, and it's like in the game, all face to catch one and not be left out. From his position, looking forward to where she hides behind a huge sunglasses. She winks behind a jacket and other glasses are another distinct pattern. Sennsación no movement, and the roof is not visible, but occasionally some red numbers are pointing to the floor where they go. In one of the openings of the doors are faced with a platform that is surrounded by apartment towers. In light up the names of the two companies accused of swindling millions. Then, think about the unknown, and runs down the stairs, trying to find. Finally gives her at the bottom, where the electric blue booths Book Fair Old and Used. She wears a green gauze, transparent medium, which comes up ankles, but in the feet, anything, goes barefoot. Her face is very similar to that of the woman who sold bijoux, but the way he moves is just her, Gwendoline
. She makes a gesture appropriate to the blue key chain, that raises enough for him to see. It is seen walking down a narrow hallway, bright blue carpet, walls Some yellow, cherry red doors. Reach the 404, it opens with the color card taxis in Barcelona. He pushes the door five minutes later, after seeing a red light at the other end of the corridor. She is on the bed next to the Siemens that always accompanies it. Is practically naked, except for a flesh-colored panties, that is left out of coquetry, and a necklace that he gave
in dreams. She's back to the door.
"Come on, nothing will happen."
steps on the parquet. Outside, it pours. Intensely smells her perfume, scent masking other older, as worn wet plaster, 212 Carolina Herrera.
"Where have you been all this time?"
"The Son's Room."
"Do you have a son?"
Her laughter fill the air again, it sounds like the sea at night, when there is only darkness dense and there are no limits, and that same cool breeze makes hair stand on end. Then
se acuerda: en todos los sueños anteriores, se ve con un niño cerca, de unos dos o tres años. En la primera escena, está en lña casa de su abuela, en un piso muy alto de Carretera de Cádiz, ve desde el ventanal del salón los coches como hormigas atómicas. En la segunda escena (la que más le gusta), él mismo lleva al niño en brazos, cuando él se lo pide con su vocecita de soprano, lo sube a hombros para que pueda ver todo perfectamente. El momento más curioso es cuando pasan por delante de una iglesia en ruinas, el crío comenta algo sobre la hiedra que trepa por los muros, pero él sólo huele a pistacho y a gofre, a caramelo caliente. En la última escena, el niño está on the floor while the mother, with the mobile attached to the right ear, talking and talking, but nothing is heard, in a perfect vacuum.
"I think before I have understood," she continues, now without the panties, which have been at the foot of the bed made a heap. He feels the urge to bend down to smell them, but something tied to the same point, between the door and the bed.
"What?" - Like a little cry hysterically.
"I said in my childhood
."
"Ah."
"Come, do not stand there like a pasmarote."
"I'm tired, I think I'll go to my house."
"Your house is in here."
Now both lie close together, and tomorrow is below and through the lattice comes a glimmer of early September. On the street you hear a flurry of big city, cars, cries of vendors, ambulances and police. She is there, without the sheet that he caught as a prisoner, with legs straight, open to influence, with its dull color, with freckles on his face and chest, especially at the top. Has just two bumps, and then the nipples, a little dark, a little erect. Then his navel as vertical, which he never tired of worship. Below, his blond fur, and then the abyss of the legs, the world's silence. No songs, just a whisper of old pipes, floor workers next door and at slaughter.
"Your sister had that spot on one thigh, which made it imperfect. You, however, are without blemish."
"What do you think you that, nice."
He began to tremble. Now his heart skips a beat, and is back with chills, fired red cab, with its open paper bag, clothing falling to the sidewalk and one on the cracked asphalt, a black woman sitting on a seat of iron, Homelessness in the street, making the street. Poor food smells, there is a pedestrian crossing signal drop, a fence yellow, one red, to prevent the passage. He runs into a cab to call, a nine-digit number known memory but only heard "the number dialed is off or out of coverage - if you receive a message when you run and run for ...", then familiar streets, now barren, saying that never again, nevermore, like the famous raven , and his shoulder hurts, and all their hearts begin to harden, and his knees are not very flexible. When you reach the Plaza de Benavente, the poster of the musical front, about a rock star, then the perfect movie, and further down, and down Calle Atocha, which runs as they take it all the demons, runs and falls as if you pursue an angry dog.
Flashes, and again a blinding red light. A cloud that smells like strawberries, a hand search hand, the name "Gustavo" said the voice only loved, but now all that is useless, waiting to give you change, PHONE NO RETURN THIS CHANGE. In the background you hear a creek, then a curtain drawn back, and she appears with a red dress that is slowly falling at her feet.
