As Bad was growing, it was necessary to find new types of meat so that he wouldn’t suffer from heartburn or malnutrition, and it was enough that he had never left his cage and had never seen a crocodile. He ate all kinds of meat: beef, whole chickens dead dogs…
Leandro was a bit like Bad. The coincided in that both had had a kind of parallel carnivorous evolution. Clearly, in the case of the boy it was a metaphor for his love live. It all started the day Leandro realized that women had minds of their own and not always so as he pleased. It all started the day Leandro met Yipsi. This girl had an attitude that got the boy to imagining that he could do the craziest things with her in her bed, only when Yipsi got to his bed she turned out to be a prude who refused to satisfy Leo’s sexual needs, so what happened is that she satisfied the nutritional needs of Bad.
And so a very strong link was created between master and pet. After the spectacle of Yipsi Leandro started to to really spoil his crocodile friend, and did whatever he could to bring him a new piece of meat every day. But one day the inevitable came to pass, Leo met a girl who didn’t want to share him with he beloved Bud. This girl was named Ali. Continue reading
That night for the first time in seven years the girls heard footsteps that weren’t those of their mother. The darkness had already become eternal. They couldn’t even remember their faces. But they knew what time Mamá brushed her teeth, that Mondays were the day to go to the market, that every Thursday she cried like that at nine at night because at that time it was one more week that their father had abandoned them, seven years now, Mamá and the three of them. But more the three of them, because if he hadn’t gone Mamá wouldn’t have gone crazy.
The steps seemed like a man’s, because they were longer and heavier, a little after hearing them on the porch they could hear the masculine voice announcing, “Police! Anyone home?” Then they heard Mamá run quickly to the door. “Good evening, officer, can I help you with something?” “Yes, madam, you can help me if you let me inspect your home, two of your neighbors have called in emergencies today, to complain about the bad smell coming from your house.”
The girls knew that Mamá hadn’t thrown out the trash nor cleaned for several weeks, it seemed that their crisis intensified recently. But this wasn’t what most frightened them, rather that this cop might decide by some chance to search the basement and find them there. Poor Mamá, she would have to go to jail and they didn’t want that even though she’d left them locked up for so many years. Continue reading
When we went to kiss, it was super funny, like high school, you do not know where to stick your tongue, your teeth collide and then you wonder why so many people do this. Perhaps one day two Neanderthals’ mouths inadvertently collided and poof, monkey see monkey do. We stopped. We moved away a little. We laugh. We don’t have to kiss if you don’t want to. Only now she laughed. I want to, but I think I forgot how.
We got in the starting position again. Again, only she laughed. On your mark, get set, go. Lest there be mistakes and everything would flow, I threw myself on her lower lip, which is the nicer one. I bit. She bit too. Now that we were not in high school.
We then went back casual conversation, the typical chess game. I like singing in the shower. Oh yeah, I like insects. Well, I throw myself off the fifth floor whenever I have time. Me tooooooo. I can not believe I found someone who does that. Also sometimes I breathe through my nose. Ha ha. I think we have a future, we seem so much alike. So I was devouring some of her pawns, until suddenly I was giving away a bishop. Come here … and you… what team do you play for? Do you have a boyfriend or what? No, nothing serious. Now I just laughed, I didn’t pay attention and she took two pawns.
Welcome to a new blogger, Diana Karen Tur Garma, and her blog “The Importance of Doing Nothing.” This first translated post develops the theme.
I spent much of my life hearing that creative people are usually lazy with no money, and they spend their lives wasting time and living on air. This image of living on air was always very powerful for me. Very young I read the novel of Peter Pan, where the lost children, when they have no food, imagine they are eating. They play at asking each other what dish they would order in the world’s most expensive restaurant, which undoubtedly turns out to be imagination. Then it stuck in my mind that this is people doing what they want. You already know, if you want to be truly free, eat air.
This blog is dedicated to all the air-eating slackers who are proud of it, because after all, at least for me, it has been shown that we are the hardest workers, that no one listens to us and very few believe in us.
Here I will be talking about anything that goes through my head. I’ll post some of my writings, my photos and my videos. I will also talk about movies, books and other things I like.
Welcome to any friend who wants to publish something of yours here, in whatever manifestation.
17 April 2013