A Love In Dark Times

-1 get tired of me doing all the talking, Mike, why don’t you tell me something.

“What do you want me to tell you? -Old Richard, my life without her is empty.

Then tell me about her.

She was beautiful, the most beautiful, her tenderness was immeasurable, she was a larva in a chrysalis state and I made her metamorphosis, I transformed her into a butterfly, we were boyfriend and girlfriend, at first she was very shy and the very feared, the truth is that I wanted things to happen slowly, only she told one of my friends:

“1 wanted things to happen slowly, but she said to one of my friends: “why a boyfriend who did nothing, can you imagine Don Richard? So I intercepted her on her way to school, took her to my house and made her mine, or she got what she wanted; From then on she looked for me, she called me to give free rein to our love, although she was younger than me, she already had things clear, she told me that she didn’t want anything eternal, that she didn't want to get a husband, sh wanted to be free to fly and I decided to take her wings away, to imprison her, I let myself be carried away by jealousy, my love became an obsession, that scared her and accelerated the break up, I suffered a lot, very much, when I thought I hac already overcome it, I dreamt that she had a baby that was mine, I looked for her everywhere, I found her friend, who tol me that she was pregnant by another, that I should calm down, my friends advised me that whether it was mine or not, I should leave things like that, that I shouldn't do it, I am very bad at taking advice, I am stubborn and self-absorbed, I looked for her until I found her, so beautiful, even pregnant, with her belly that seemed to explode, I filled her with the sweetest words and promises, receiving instead only insults and scratches, it was as if I took my heart out of my chest, I threw it on the ground where I reflected the ground with its pieces, I felt miserable as I do now, yes I am free like a bird, have wings, but I can't fly in the void, if there are those monsters you talk about I must be one of those zombies that wall around without a heart, since she destroyed it and never cared about it.

-If she’s gone off with someone else and won't talk to you, I don't see the point in looking for her, you should get on with your life.

wish I could, and I've tried, I just haven't been able to, suddenly, emptying liquor containers comforts me, I swear that the ravines are calling me, suicide is a very tempting option, only the hope of having her someday doesn't let me commit these crazy things,

~You have to keep going, it's better that you keep working on yourself, study, work, dress well, if its for you she'll come back and if not better will come, as long as you are better, you know what old Richard keep telling me, tell me how they rescued Luisa, tell me about the creatures, about the narco, if it's the same one that took my beloved from me, at this poi I don't know what to believe, maybe so much liquor that makes me see pink elephants makes me believe in dungeons an dragons, please tell me, I want to believe in your fantastic story just as I believe in my fantasy that she will join her skin with mine again, that her breasts will dilate in mine, that I will make her sound like a violin, that I will give a concert of moans with her body, I will pour myself into her again, to empty my heat, to give her my love that has already borne fruit and is about to be born, and that we will live happily ever after.

-1 don't know what to tell you, sometimes words and advice are superfluous, one can't give an opinion without being in that situation, although it's clear that you understand it.

-Of course, but it's difficult to make reason win out over what you feel, I know she doesn't love me and it doesn't suit me, that I'm idealising her, 1 just can't get rid of everything I feel for her, this emptiness when I don't have her and those butterflies that turn in my stomach when I see her, she's tearing me apart with her words, she's stabbing me with those looks, she glares at me with her contempt and 1 follow after her like a lapdog, I know I've been less than an animal, I've been a lamb leading me to the slaughter, a pimp hanging around her waste, a flea wanting to suck her blood, a crow after her waste, an amoeba, a louse or a crab, I've been servile and useless, I loved her, we loved each other, even the moon w: a faithful witness.

Life is short, we must not waste it in bad moments, we must not be pigeonholed in pain, our only duty is to strive to be happy, as long as we don't harm anyone.

It's easy to say, if it were that easy to execute, if I could open the heart and erase the feeling, if only this liquor was a mag eraser made of that magic stone under that neighbourhood that if they take it out the town is destroyed, but they need t make weapons that give them an advantage and now that more powerful creatures are appearing, as long as my sister-in law doesn't appear, she is the monster of the toilet, the crybaby with the mop, the one who can't sweep without shouting at my brother, she cleans with rudeness, she irons with her fists, the stains go away scared, when her soul dies she will come and instead of pulling our legs, she will come to do the cleaning, she will not make rusty chains rattle, she will mov the brooms and mops, I imagine that if she caught her husband with a lover in his bed, I imagine that if she caught her husband with a mistress in his bed, she would be very upset, but because the bed would be distended, if he, in a momen of desperation, blew his brains out, she would cry only because of the stained floor, she would surely be a sycophant cryi “I don't like the filth, it's time to clean up”.

You see that sometimes good turns bad, maybe your sister-in-law was once the princess of your brother's fairy tales and now she’s a witch who fights, that could have happened to you, now you'd be drinking here for other reasons.

How do you know what would happen without happening, and my sister-in-law is like a werewolf that transforms, her fu moon is to organize the house and what calms her is my brother's stake, she is well, she is still his princess now queen, maybe she has that curse, the curse of the broom, or she was bitten by a soap, plus she is like a prison that is located in volcano, she erupts if my little brother goes out drinking with his friends, she controls him and manipulates him like plasticine, she takes care of him like a highly dangerous prisoner, she must be a monster half woman half chameleon, on she has poisons that make my brother very happy, or maybe my little brother is more afraid of the monster of loneliness who takes hold of you in the cold nights of this town.