La luna y el anacoreta

Un anacoreta le preguntó a la luna por los caminos que le quedaban por recorrer en su vida. La luna no se sorprendió porque no era la primera vez que un humano hablaba con ella y nunca les había contestado. Sin embargo, aquel viejo escuálido, que solo contaba con una taparrabos sucio, un cayado y una calabaza seca, le pareció digno de su respuesta. Así que le contestó:

-Yo no sé de los caminos de la vida de los humanos. Yo solo entiendo de crecer y menguar, de salir y ocultarme, del subir y el bajar de las mareas y algo de eclipses. De eso me ocupo y preocupo. Pero si te sirve de algo, oí una vez a un sabio humano, hace ya muchísimos años, que los caminos que recorres eran como los libros; de ellos siempre terminas aprendiendo algo. 

El anacoreta se quedó satisfecho con la respuesta. Comprendió lo que había dicho aquel sabio. Él había aprendido mucho de los veinte años que había estado en aquella cueva solitaria. Así que se levantó, cogió su cayado y su calabaza seca y salió a intentar aprender algo de los caminos que le quedaban por recorrer.

El horizonte tiene su atardecer

Los horizontes también tiene sus atardeceres y siempre los tienen distintos; nunca tienen uno igual.

He retired without saying goodbye

I found him in the supermarket, after almost two months of his retirement. I watched him from afar, as he put some of the products he took from the shelf into the shopping cart. I remembered he had left without saying goodbye. He retired. Goodbye and see you soon. He always had a tough temper. Withdrawn and lonely. He had some problems with most of the companions, even with me, that I am an angel from heaven.

I decided to approach him and say hello. 

"Casimiro!," I yelled at him from across the hall.

He didn't seem to have heard me. I thought for a moment about whether to keep insisting or go on my way. But I called him again, raising my voice as I did in my lost tenor times.

"Casimiro!"

Then he turned his head. He took off some glasses to see closely and put on others to see from afar. He raised his arm and greeted me. I took advantage of the moment. I approached to him, fighting with the front wheels shopping cart, which were headed towards the shelves, attracted by inscrutable forces.

"How are you doing after retirement?," I asked him with a smile and reached out to greet him.

"Ahh, very good. I Relax. Sorry, what was your name?."

I was baffled for a few seconds. He didn't remember my name! And my name isn't exactly the kind of people who forget easily.

"Tancredo," I replied with a pout of anger.

"Ohhh, sorry, yeah, I remember now. So how's it going at work?."

"Same. You know that in the company everything goes well, money is always needed even to die."

"Yes, yes, that's true," he said to me as if he wanted to escape from that situation.

"I was surprised that you left without saying goodbye. I don't know, we could have done something, a little party."

"Ah... Yes?," he asked incredulously, "It didn't occur to me. Maybe one day I'll come and bring you a box of bonbons. I'm no friend of social events. I'm very anti-social."

"As you wish. I see you're very busy with your shopping. Well, nothing. Let everything go well after your retirement.

"There are always things to do. Maybe I'll see you another day down some of these corridors."

"Perhaps."

I saw him walk away and he got lost in the dairy corridor.

The following Monday, a messenger brought a box of chocolate chocolates, with a card signed by Casimiro. I smiled. I thought he had a good heart at heart. That he had thought it over and sent them out to apologize for not saying goodbye.

We all ate the sweet gift. There were none left. 

It wasn't more than thirty minutes passed in which we all, without exception, had to run off to the restrooms, shitting ourselves hopelessly.

Sitting in the toilet, with cramps in my stomach, I cursed myself for greeting him at the supermarket. I thought that, in the end, the goats always runs towards the mountain.

 Photo source:   Pixabay 

Gato al atardecer

A los gatos les gusta el atardecer, permanecer inactivos, esperando la noche que es lo que les gusta.

Yesterday I woke up in your body

Yesterday I woke up in your body

with the taste of your kisses on the commissure of my lips

and with the perfume of your ebony complexion on my thirsty hands.

I smelled every inch of your skin like a dog in heat. 

while you were sleeping, exhausted,

after devouring me to bites,

the last remnants of my lust.

I woke you up, 

dipping myself into the sacred chalice of your sex

with my thirsty tongue,

the hidden nectar of your lust,

while my hands wanted to be your coffee nipples.

I crawled like a snake, 

in your convulsed body, 

following the path of your sobbing,

towards your butterfly mouth,

to play with your tongue, 

and drown myself with the passion of your kissing.

I went into all your burning caves

while your fingernails made furrows of lust in my skin,

until I was myself  ecstatic, alone, 

with the pleasure ephemeral of my egocentrism.

Yesterday I woke up in your body ,

searching the white roof

the blades of your dream

that got lost in the bitch consciousness.  

Photo source:   Pixabay - Efes Kitap 

Don Quijote y el contraluz

Flores únicas

Hay flores que son una maravilla de la naturaleza y esta es un claro ejemplo de lo que digo.

There are flowers that are a wonder of nature and this is a clear example of what I say.