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A woman on the other Carnival

"Oh, Donato, Donato ...
I shrug. "I know.
The Devil gives him a puff on his pipe. "The prelude to the disappointment is even etymologically, illusion.
I take a sip of tea. I put the cup on the saucer porcelain. The accommodation. "I suppose you would not get my hopes economic emotionally .- I agree, running the tips of my fingers on the edge of the cup.
"No doubt it would.
My fingers stop and feel the smoke area stretching in the palm of my hand. "But there is nothing economic in that woman.
He nods. A smile on his face, behind the tired ballet that comes from his pipe. "If not, you had not come twice to Hell for it. Moreover
-being atheist .- added.
The Devil smiles.
"I thought the bar that has pictures of strawberries was the bar where she would confess," I said .- that every time he came to see me leave me clues. Strawberry always asked pills. So ...
"But no.
.- "But I repeat, grabbing a cup of tea.
The Devil gives him a puff on his pipe. Lazy through me with his eyes half closed. "I guess you did not come here just to tell this failure.
"True .- I say, and took a sip.
"Not for a social visit.
I shake my head. "I'm an atheist .- repeat.
, who is forced to attend a scenario that does not believe, lies in the ease of stereotypes.
- which would mean ...?
"You come to a deal.
nod. I put the cup on the saucer porcelain. The accommodation. "I want to see it again. She. A Cecilia.
- And in return?
"I am a soul. "Your soul .-
corrected.
"No, no. A soul. The .- say it, and pointed to Nadia-Me has been following for a while and I quite frankly annoying. Nadia
stop taking pictures to Hell with his cell phone and turns to me. - How?
The Devil agrees. Stretch your hand through the smoke of his pipe.
-moment, time slows .- Nadia-Only I can decide on me.
He smiles. "Please, do not be naive .- retorted, shaking his hand with mine.
Nadia looks at us, without understanding what happened.
"Thanks for the tea.
The Devil accommodates his gallery, nodding.
I get up and look between the rocks, the first rung of the ladder E subway line leading to the city. Nadia, back, scream. Cecilia, in front, waiting.

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The time is squeezed, lingering, as in the surreal series Carnivàle which takes ten hours to make something happen.
I see.
I can see in his eyes.
In the eyes of Nadia.
Cecilia wants to seduce. Want to go with her to a table and sit back and interlace your fingers. Want to flirt with her while I watch. Want to caress not gouge my eyes off her. Wants to leave the little bar next to him. And he wants to return, after having kissed, touched, licked, bitten and devoured. Wants to return and show off their lips, those lips just proven what I always wanted. And so we want to be kissed. Feel to the taste and scent of Cecilia in it. That kiss, the caress, the scratch, seeking to find Cecilia under your skin. And when the desire to possess me completely no trace of the other. Only there is Nadia. Haughty. Sensual. Superior. Imposed on my impossible love, which demolishes with every kiss you give. Feeling that I belong. The oceans that Cecilia woke up in my chest are just a puddle compared to what Nadia awakens in me. Nadia
begins, slowly, to seduce her in front of me. A little man on my right shoulder pajero applauds. A dwarf in love on my shoulder left are regrets.
I see.
I can see in his eyes.
In the eyes of Nadia.
I will.
But even in the very slow rate of Carnivàle unforeseen happen.
I do not know where you think that we know .- says Cecilia "But I come to buy pills strawberry. Nadia
smiles. "Me too, I love pills-
She shakes her head, interrupting. "I do not want to sound rude but I give a damn.
a damn I said. I love it.
soak But I'm tired of her chest. I soak her lips. Shift to my left. I see the piece of paper he had written. A carnival ignored is not a carnival, leo. "I found the bar spit .-, confused, looking into her eyes. Cecilia
caresses me with his eyes. "I know. Nadia
feels left out. In an instant went from being the tamer of the oceans to a puddle. And his vanity will not allow it. "I know which bar-
" I do know he replied .- Cecilia.
"If you told me what ... - please.
My impossible love shakes his head. "Every time I come give you a clue and still you did not notice .- confesses to retire. Walk slowly toward the door. Still slower than a chapter Carnivàle.
Carnival.
A carnival of ideas, moments and possibilities giddy run to my throat. "I know what the bar .- whisper. Nadia
smiles. "Perfect, because I follow you there.
In life, as any carnival, one is chasing horizons and being chased by shadows.

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Hell There is no greater than two coexisting Heaven.
"I'm the fun of reading you. I do not want that. I want to be your muse .- calls and insists the beautiful Nadia. A
-icing pads, please .- ask for it, my lost love. It does so softly, shyly getting into the conversation.
I look like someone who sees a toy for children, petting eye to that bit of plastic that hides oceans. Then twist to it. To another. By Nadia. She also is looking.
Basta.
I want to stop time and raise a cry of Chinese walls and towers of Babel between the two women. Cecilia
-slides .- Nadia.
The other looks at her, confused. - Yes? - Says.
Cecilia. Her name is Cecilia.
Basta.
I want to take the path of endless yellow Wizard of Oz and Nadia cover her mouth with it. Round and round and round about his head would the trail. Until that neither word nor cry of his can be heard.
-Cecilia .- Nadia insists, smiling. Turn to me and stared at the mine, like Poe's raven sank his beak into the heart of the hurt lover.
know.
Nobody knows.
know that my happiness or misery depends on my goodness or wickedness.
That there is no way to stop it.
That I am yours.
I belong.
- Have we met? - Cecilia risks, sweet, naive, unaware of this circus of evil. Nadia
sighs deeply. - If we know? - Repeat, to gain time, that I feel his beak sunk to unimagined depths of my heart.

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The old covers her face, about thirty years younger, with the tip of your index. Draw a circle on his forehead down between his eyebrows, nose down, sliding down her cheek, caressing her lips, then his chin to drop by your neck, slowly, fall off and fall to the suggestion of her breasts and then stop at the precise moment in which he knows nothing stops him. She breathes deeply and smiles, his eyes closed. He does not smile. You can not. Would reveal his metaphysics.
He is the last vampire.
Right. The last vampire lives here in Buenos Aires. Perhaps
came to rest in Buenos Aires for these oversights edilicias that one can easily confuse them with a melancholy city. It is the last and feel nostalgic.
is an old skinny, gray, not much hair but the one you have long hair. Gray mustache, eyes black as night and look sad and tired.
is the end of his lineage.
And, if so, not because he has not bitten. Because such talk is nonsense that one can get something as metaphysical as the vampire with just a bite. Today we have developed antibodies to such sensitivities.
is alone.
As many of us. Virus
infertile, unable to drench the world with our presence.
He, however, continues to seduce girls and lingering on every kiss you give them in the neck. Feel their perfumes and stretches its fangs, patting his fur smooth and ignorant de la noche que se despliega ante ellas.
Apenas las muerde.
Apenas.
Si las muerde es apenas. Sus colmillos tan sólo se posan sobre sus cuellos. Es el pecho de él el que se desgarra con estos mordiscos. Se desgarra con lo que fue, con lo que no es y con lo que no será.
Con la soledad del que no trasciende sus propias fronteras.
Al menos eso me imagino mientras le besa el cuello.
Prefiero pensar que es el último de los vampiros en vez de ser un viejo que le pagó a una mina cualquiera. Que ella se presta a ser penetrada por una noche que jamás la podrá habitar en vez de haber cobrado unos pesitos. Prefiero pensar que vi mal y que Nadia no está entrando.