I scroll through the programs without paying attention, I hear voices in the next room, it comes to my mind that my brother once told me that the windows of the hotels didn't even open anymore because people used them to commit suicide, Violeta, from the guardian devil, comes to my mind, telling a machine about her life. I already have several beers on me and it is impossible for me not to get touchy at the idea that SHE IS SO BEAUTIFUL, SO WEIRD AND SO COOL, that she is lying down, sleeping -probably she is pretending to sleep-, but I am not going to check it out. I plan to let her sleep and if at some point in the night she wakes up, look for me between the sheets. I still have four beers and the deli pack almost full. I decide to crack open a beer and light a cigarette on fire. I sit on the edge of the bed, only to pick up the phone and type in a keyword or two. I get up, roll over and watch her sleep, I'd like to lie down next to her and hug her, but I offer her NO HUG, ONLY MY BORING HONESTY. I open the window - the little it opens - and stick my hand out, only for the smoke to dissipate outside the room.<\/p>\n
-You've already regretted it, I know. -He says. I don't really know what he means, so I ask him, but he ignores me, wraps himself in the sheet and turns his back to me. Maybe the fact that he saw me standing in front of the window gave him to understand that I was regretting being there, but it's not like that. It's just the nostalgia caused by the fact that I don't know when I'll see her again. But she doesn't get it, she has a complicated temper, BUT I STAND IT FOR WANTING TO KNOW HOW MANY KISSES CAN FIT ON HER HONEY COLORED BODY.
\nWe are on the edge of reaching the time limit, I just uncorked another beer, I take a long, stuck sip and head to the reception to pay for more time. I am served by a lady and a bald man, very friendly, but they still look at me funny, maybe I'm starting to get high. I don't care, I don't really give it that much importance and I go back to the room right away. I light another cigarette and go back to the window. She wakes up and looks at me there, staring into nothingness. She tells me to go to bed, but I still have beers and I don't want to stop until I'm done with them. I tell her to sleep. NO ONE KNOWS WHAT WILL HAPPEN IN THE END. I take another long sip of my beer, sit back down on the edge of the bed, she hangs onto my neck and tells me to go to bed with her. She hugs me tight, like she's putting a lock on my neck. The feeling is thrilling, she has that magic of doing everything so willingly that she wraps you in a blanket you would never want to take off. Her kisses are quick, full of desire to kiss, without that sort of emptiness I had felt before. And even though I know that NOTHING IS FOREVER, I plan to bathe in the pleasure of being between her legs, kissing her breast and caressing her face, moving in sync, with the perfect rhythm, slow, but full of the desire for the moment to never end.
\nIn the wee hours of the morning, we only wake up to cuddle and continue sleeping like this. Out there, the world could be on fire, but we don't care. That moment is ours and we won't let anything take it away from us.
\nI'm determined to GET OUT OF THE WAY, TO LET YOU FIND A TALKING VAST, A VERY FORMAL FUCKER WHO WILL ENJOY YOU WITH HIS VERB. But then he wakes me up with a kiss, hugs me tighter and all those ideas vanish. IT'S NOT THAT SHE'S PERFECT, NOR I'M THAT COOL, it's the fact that she's too good for me, or maybe I'm too bad for her.
\nI don't know, time is about to run out and we decide to get up and get dressed. That's right, time, that time I waited so long for it to come, that blessed time to be together is about to end, I can't help but be saddened, but I don't show it, I keep smiling and opening space in my heart to tell her stories of yesteryear and listen to her stories, attentive, as if bewitched, while we are on our way to leave her where it will be a long time until I see her again.
\nI am on the verge of tears, for THE END HAS COME. It has arrived, irremediably, to make me put my feet on the ground and realize that it was all a kind of dream, a dream that maybe and only maybe I will see running before my eyes again, these eyes that are already more hers than mine. I HAVE NEVER KNOWN TOO MUCH, BUT TODAY I KNOW: I WANT HER TO COME WITH ME TO ELOPE FROM THIS CITY. WE'LL WALK WITHOUT A FIXED DIRECTION, BECAUSE WE KNOW IT'S THE IDEAL.
\nAND IF YOU SUSTAIN ALL THAT I CAN TELL YOU: THAT I BORROW FIVE DAYS TO SURVIVE, then believe me that in spite of being AN AUSTEROUS GUY, you will have THE STORY THAT PROMISES GLORY.<\/p>\n