Two months after Marisa was a lesson to give me the house was full of flies and the right questions to solve the problem was where they were going and not where they came from, but I did not lucid mind and not my head. My personal hygiene has always been teetering on the line passing through the depths of filth, if you understand what I mean, if you do not understand I will say that my concept of cleaning was before I met Marisa avoid, extent possible, the smell through the clothing and externalizing 2 meters of me, then, through their influence angelic, I decided that the armpits and genitals neat every two days and buy another pair of underwear was inevitable in a relationship of affection and mutual respect, but now he was gone and my personal hygiene had slipped a tightrope in which it balances on the depths of filth. Resented my social life and my living space filled with these flies lonely, fat and green and these tiny they are grouped to form clouds around your head. My hemiplegia regresses and seizes my arm attached to the chest with her fist and deformed internal rotation, if you understand what I mean. I started to walk by foot scythe and feeding of exaggerate on his cane. Went out to buy wine, snuff and cookies and remained locked up at home watching TV. When I tried to change channels that I realized my fingers were fat and clumsy and I missed my Marisa, fingers nimble and thin, who ran the remote control at a speed possessed. You might think I'm a pervert, but I get hot like a dog to see her use the remote because it was a little asubnormalaba expression, almost always intelligent and alive, and was showing a little tongue. I remember at the beginning of our relationship I asked a couple of times to put face it got delayed while the ass in front of full-length mirror the aisle, to avoid inappropriate Gatillazo. She said that what happened was that I had problems with self-esteem and could not bear to fuck with a woman who surpassed him in intelligence and beauty. "In health, heaven, I do not know where do you get so many panties for the whole week." And he laughed.
But now she was gone to give me a lesson and the day I found a porn magazine of urine and feces in the freezer I realized I was losing the north and well never recover.
I showered and shaved and then to get me a bottle of red wine to the doublet Valdepeñas to give me courage, I decided to call it.
jumped the answering machine and left my message after the beep:
- Marisa ...
- Marisa ... I swear ...
coughed. He had slurred drunken old.
- Marisa ... I swear ... you have to go home because someone has entered and has put a magazine of urine and feces in the freezer and the flies are ugly ...
- Jesus, Marisa, green and ugly ...
I thought I heard her laugh, but I thought that one of those flies looked me straight in the eye.
I thought that I'd showered all.
In the picture, first page of 3, not much to do. O yes.
I thought that I'd showered all.
In the picture, first page of 3, not much to do. O yes.
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