Falling in love is not allowed

I met her at the bar one rainy night some years I do not remember. Later and alcohol was sailing through my veins would not let me stay sane. Your name, I asked. With a voice hazy with smoke from his cigarette he said that would accomplish nothing to know his name. I have a different every night, he said, and he let life come to me. Maybe tonight will guess your name, I said with bravado, maybe tonight achieve get a new name, the more I like me, the one you feel. Are you sure you want to go where she asked and not left to answer. You have to have art to invite me, he said. And what if I am an artist who goes incognito and pursues women thieves of dreams, I said, it may be the man I want. I do not seek men, she said, and hesitated to be in the right place. I returned to my beer and I did not comment, it was then that I felt his warm voice in my ear. Looking for something more than a man, a lover who has the audacity to disrespect, I tried, she asked mockingly as I drank my beer.

I live on the twelfth floor, just around the corner. I have no good memory, so do not remember if someone waits for me. If you show me your art the champagne is on me, he concluded.

I paid my bill (and it) more quickly than with cash. We left the bar and crossed behind sites like two cats in heat, avoiding the rain. A bar a few blocks from the ruined elevator doors opened to the anteroom of heaven. For the glass window you could see the tears and faded town dozing in pools. It was a small, dark apartment smelling loves of others. He opened the casement, just a little, to let the air that cooled the room immediately. I sank into an overstuffed sofa with a striped cushions. The champagne is cold, she said handing me the bottle to open it. It was my shoes and tall, her hair loose dismissed a female scent and his skin crawled beneath my fingers explorers.

You're beautiful, beautiful, I love you, I said and she put a finger on my lips. Something you should know he said, in my world nothing is forbidden but do not you ever fall in love, before dawn have to leave forever and forget you ever knew me and you were in my bed, there are some quirks that a lady can not have.

I returned to my hole in the couch and drank from the cup to me. I crossed one leg over the knee of the other and I took the safest position I found in my anxiety. I think you learn better, I said, I came back of your skirt and what is beneath it, the heart does not interest me, I do not usually invest in chimeras. I also lit a cigarette and took another sip of the liqueur ice cream. And now we do what we came to do or let die the night, I asked.

It reached the sofa, or bed, barely reached the carpet. The champagne was multiplied, laughter, kisses and hugs filled the little room of the apartment of twelve. It was a night of romance with a woman like her in my arms. We kisses fell one over the other, we spent the night with excesses and passions until it broke the dark veil of the dawn sky and appeared to give me cruelly out of his world as an object unusable and undesirable.

Taciturn and thoughtful returned to the bar the next night. In one corner of the bar I drank my beer always calm appeared to be the same as the previous night. The bartender looked at me with pity and sorrow of others while people ignored me and I almost ignored me also myself.

It was then something unusual happened and I can not say whether I was ever with my dark desires, my cravings and my nostalgia or was his ardent voice that burned my ear and said:

"I could not wait to see you again"



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2010