We're In A Dream In The Happy House

Still remember the way you kissed that stranger. 
He told you that he had found you pretty and he asked you if he could kiss you.
You agreed. 

I wanted so bad to be him, but your friend was so obsessed with me. 
She thought I was a weak guy with mental issues. 
I found her sort of cozy. 
I couldn't tell her that I wanted to be with you.
I was so lonely and confused. 

It started by accident. 

At 13 o'clock or so, I was walking thru the alleys of your school and then I unexpectedly found your friend. She was so happy to see me. She thought I was looking for her. 
It was awkward. I wanted to find you. 

You appeared half an hour later. 
You were sort of angst and bored and proposed us to drink a bear. 

Dunno why I accepted. 
I really needed to save money. 
I was supposed to buy tickets for a Sonic Youth show. 

It was almost 15 o'clock but we were already drunk. 
Still remember what you said about that stranger when you came back to our table.
I felt dizzy and jealous. 

Then, we moved to another bar and we never stopped drinking. 

Later, we moved to a really cheap and sordid place. 
At noon, we moved to a tavern full of elderly men. 

We kissed at the end of the journey. 

The entire day I had been thinking about kissing you.
I told you that I desired to kiss you. 

We were really wasted. 
I barely could stand up.

You saw me and you held my hand.

We kissed. 

My first feeling was that your warm lips were like an open vibrating sore. 

Then you murmured: "I didn't kiss you just because she's my friend..."
(Or so I remember.)

For days I was thinking how precise were my memories about this affair. 

Now, it seems another life. 
It happened almost 15 years ago. 

We are completely different.

You're divorced, you have a child genius and you're sort of a freelance writer.
I'm married, devoted to neurosciences (or so it should be) and happy. 

Sometimes I wake up from a crazy dream about that kiss. 

I still feel your warm lips like an open vibrating sore. 

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The Same Post, But In Spanish (Details Included)

I Want To Hold Your Hand

We walk across an empty street.
It's dark, but, as we walk, the sun rises.

You are on my left. 

The ground is made of stone and it looks like the ground of a Pueblo Mágico.
You stop close to a crack on the ground. 
Looking at it, I realize it is a cracked drain strainer. 

You say something funny about it. 

You say it is a breathing hole to travel to the future. 

We cross the street.
I know we still have our own businesses, but I take your hand.
Immediately I think you will freak out, but you don't. 

I remember you telling me, a long time ago, that you don't like to shake hands with nobody. 

You look at me and you say something funny. 

I just desire to tell you how much I would like to travel to the past for meeting you. 

I am so astonished.

I feel your bare hand and I try to remember how many times I wanted to hold it and how many times I thought of the characteristics of your hands. 

I look at your hand, while I hold it. 

It's so small and it has a few little hairs on it. 

Your fingers are sort of fatty. 

Your nails are not painted with any kind of chemical.

Definitely, it's not the same hand I remember, though it has some characteristics of the one I remember.

I adore to touch it.

It's sort of a priceless treasure to me. 

I sigh and you smile.
I want to say something smart, but I feel so impressed by you.
I feel like a teenager having his first date.

Suddenly, as I look at you and I see your almond-shaped eyes looking at me, I know we're walking to your apartment. 

Also, I know why we're goin' to your place. 

We're goin' to get laid.

I sense the excitement of being about to have sex with you for the first time. 

It seems we just ran away from our jobs to do so. 

This excitement is not sexual and violent. It's not romantic neither.

It seems we're just goin' to satisfy a biological need. 

A few steps in front of us, close to a newspaper stand, another couple walks. 

We see the girl from behind.

It's about to dawn and we see her so clear.

The girl wears a small skirt, like those that professional tennis players wear.

The skirt is transparent, so we can see her underwear.
She wores a white thong.
It's so obvious that we can't ignore her.

You say something funny about it, like "it's so hot", and you smile. 

I think your so smart and funny.
You could have referred to the weather or to the woman.

I can't believe it.
We have a close relationship.

I'm still holding your hand. 

I feel so shy.

We're about to have sex.
And you agree with that.

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