How Do You Know If Its Implantation

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.