La frente, la espalda y, sobre todo, las axilas sudaban a mares cuando desperté. Gina perdida para siempre y yo peleando contra los molinos quietos, molinos sin viento. Bajé de mi habitación a la heladera, me serví un vodka y lo corté con Tropicana.
Me senté en el sofá. Las dos de la mañana. Tenía que hacer tantas cosas y un cordel transparente y rígido me ataba. La inacción. La más puta de las sensaciones. Agarré la computadora. Salió lo siguiente,
Theatrical way of life
When we were just three lonely kids,
And dear mom used to live into
Her pathetic theatrical plays.
Nights and nights came,
My friends were sleeping so well,
But mom chose to be free.
And my brother and I,
Had lived a rare kind of dream.
Home was an eternal cough
I still remember it,
Into my bones and my thin skin
And brother was fucking ill,
But, don’t worry poor boy
Theatre promised her,
A white big limousine……
Gustavo Bonino
When we were just three lonely kids,
And dear mom used to live into
Her pathetic theatrical plays.
Nights and nights came,
My friends were sleeping so well,
But mom chose to be free.
And my brother and I,
Had lived a rare kind of dream.
Home was an eternal cough
I still remember it,
Into my bones and my thin skin
And brother was fucking ill,
But, don’t worry poor boy
Theatre promised her,
A white big limousine……
Gustavo Bonino
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Inner feelings and emotions are coming up!! I am sure that all you do with emotion and feelings touch many hearts and therefore it may make them smile.....Someday it will be definitely appreciated....
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