Raúl García spent most of the days in the elevator. I was in love.
Evil tongues say that love must be mutual and if it is not so; It is not.
But he felt he truly loved someone who had just crossed a few words: "Hello, good climate...".
Women are always wore a beautiful black suit with pink shoes and the collected hairs.
Friends doubted his love: "that's cold sore".
And, of course, was a mixture of tenderness and sex, but sex uneaten.
A day were encouraged:
—Hi, how are you? —And you?
—Well... someday these could go for a coffee.
I know a coffee with a vast library where you can read.
—Do not like reading...
—Do not like reading?
To whom may not you like reading? —To me...
—Raul decided to not continue to speak with her.
I didn't want to harm the relationship.
Although he already felt a certain apathy in the girl.
He came home and turned off the stove.
You set the water heater and bathed.
Meanwhile thought of how to impact his Platonic girlfriend.
Suddenly, she recalled that she always wore headphones in his ears and listened to music.
He recorded with his voice a Neruda poem. Poem 20.
All the beauty, love and melancholy were embodied in it.
He left the cassette pulled into the elevator.
He hoped that that would fall in love.
He registered his name, and he dedicated it.
The next day, he went to the elevator, but she wasn't: had a cassette with your name.
At home heard the recording: was the poem of the heartbreak of María Mercedes Carranza.
August 2015
Rösta nu! 