It's nice to be real...

When he woke up that morning, never thought the way things were going to turn; the very first moment he walked out of the house, received a call from one of his friends. His face turn pale and tears began to flow as soon as he hung off. Walked a few steps back to his home and came out several minutes later carrying on a bag.

Two or three days later, he was leaving with a big bag. Did not take a taxi, but one of his friends brought the car. Leaving forever, maybe. Wearing a black T-shirt and jeans, looked so fine that anyone could just fall in love with him.

Had to move to another city. Called his friend by phone and exploded in tears. And remembered then, that love was hard to find. His mother just died and had nobody else in the world. His father was an unknown from another country to him.

His main job was at a well-known call center - which is one of those places that gringos usually come out with, slaving the rest of the world with jobs that they don’t usually like to do - ; his side projects were as a ballet dancer and underwear modeling, that probably were his real dreams. Imagine how hot his naked body was ‘cause he usually spent time at the gym. I found it out as while taking a shower the night we spent together.

We met one day at a mall, he was standing nearby the children’s playground, watching something in the distance, almost totally taken out of his mind. I was just walking with one of my friends, the “Negro”, having an exciting chat about the days I spent at the beach with my cousins. I was so totally unaware that I stumbled with him. “Sorry”, I said, and he just smiled and spitted out a spontaneous “no problem”. I took a quick look and more words came to my mouth.
“I’m really sorry”, said I, “we are just walking around looking for a place called ‘The Vintage’ but sadly we could not get to it… for this place has many stores and some of them look and sound better than that…” of course it was a lie, I was just gaining some time to keep on talking with this pretty boy until getting his phone number, his email address or whatever could make me see him again. “I know where it is”, he said; “really?” and at the exact moment he was about to point out and start giving addresses, I asked “so why don’t you show us…?” Negro got the look of “here he comes…” as I smiled very pleased when he answered a “sure”. But Negro was also pleased to be guided by this boy, no lie.

We walked down the hall, turned rite, turned left, kept straight few stores and during that ride, we got more information from him. He was studying at the university and lived nearby downtown, liked modeling and dancing – he was attending a dance school, as I said - , and also liked to write. His name was (believe it or not) Val-Athe Danzr. “My dad is from Turkey”, he said, “my mom is from this country…”
“Nice”, said I, “you know, my little brother wants to be a ballet dancer too… which school do you go to…?” I asked. And he answered very sincerely. Of course I did not have any little brother, but my question worked it out well to get more info. “You are such a bitch”, I remember Negro told me later as I laughed.
When we got to the right hall, he pointed out and whispered a “good bye”, but before that I got his phone number “to get the address to the ballet school”.
Negro started telling me that I was a real bitch, but the boy was “really cute and seemed to have a nice body under those tight pants”, he said.

A couple of days later, I called him to ask about the school, and he said he was gonna call me back because at the moment he was at his job. Hours later, he called me back and sounded really friendly. We agreed on meeting at a certain place to go to see the school.

I took a ride in one of those train-like buses that the new government had just bought in several millions of US dollars that just made life more expensive in our already poor country. Waited some minutes for him. Above my head, the skies were turning dark, seemingly the rain was coming. It was so dark, that I thought about leaving, but needed to call him first. At that moment, he appeared. “Right now, I’m just coming from the school which is behind the corner…” he said, “here’s the phone number and a brochure for you”. “Ok”, I said, “what are you up to now?” I asked. “I just got some minutes off, I need to rest a little while and going home…” A thunder brought the rain, and with the rain we had to get cover. “Why don’t we go home…?, it’s not far”, he said. And we started walking faster and faster.

By the time we were opening his front door, it was already pouring and we were really wet. Walked straight upstairs and got into his room.
It was a big room with its own bathroom; on one side, there was a big mirror facing his bed.
“Alright…” he said, “I gotta take a shower” and started taking his clothes off: first his shoes, then his shirt… a nice chest appeared; took his pants off and grabbed a towel. “This is for you…” he said, throwing it to me. Watching him undressing, turned me on when he disappeared behind the bathroom door. “Shite” I thought. “Hey, I gave you the towel so you could join me in the shower” he said after several minutes “it’s bad not to have a shower after such a walking in the rain… so they said”. And I jumped in the shower totally naked and with a hard on.

We enjoyed the rubbing and the tender caress on our bodies. He was taller than I, but could reach his lips to kiss him.

I really enjoyed watching him: white skin, black hair, a gym body and runner’s legs; tall and skinny, I finally could understand why he was an underwear model, his penis was big as well as his butt was hard and well-built.

That was a rainy night in downtown, I guess everybody was locked in their homes and preparing dinner, we were preparing something equally tasty.

He stood in front of me when getting out of the bath wearing just a towel in which he fitted perfectly. “You are beautiful”, said I, and he smiled. The lights were dim when he lied on his back under the covers, took a little notebook from his leather bag and tried to write something, I rushed in star-naked but didn’t touch his skin though I still had the hard-on. Softly and trying not to look so willing, he moved his legs slowly so he could touch mine as well and feel my hot tender parts. I got closer and started caressing his chest. Soon my hand was going down his belly, and when the moment arrived, I started touching him while he tried to focus on the writing. What wonderful things was he writing? What took him out of his mind and made him the most quiet person I'd ever met? His thoughts were hard when my hand grabbed them, big thoughts that made me go downwards under the covers and, in the shade, I found again the nice words that grew even bigger in my mouth.

His body was so well shaved that anybody could lead a pen over his skin and write sex poems. I wanted to try it out so I pulled the covers and made him reveal his whole humanity in front of me. He did nothing but enjoy what was coming soon: my tongue wrote some stories on his back - which was well-built for the time he used to spend at the gymnasium - held his legs up to the air so the wind could take the scent of the words. My fingers went around as a dancing doll as he closed his eyes and moaned softly. He didn’t need to see, but feel.

“I like your hair”, said I in a strange moment of weakness, because I didn't like to say things like that. We kissed long and deep and my tongue imitated the moves of his pen over the little notebook.

We watched the mirror that was looking at us, I could guess an envy in its eyes. "It's nice to be real..." he mumbled as we fell upon the bed that rainy night when I tried to caress his hair, but couldn't 'cause did not want to look so warm. I just did not want him to fall in love with me... but what happened was something completely different.

... And was just passing by in front of the puterío when Belinda came out to wait for clients. She was standing rite at the edge of the sidewalk, she was wearing a mini-skirt and high boots made of flannel and cotton, linen, leather, velvet and polyester with rubber; a very sexy top as well as a "Four-non-blondes" style hat from where the hair was coming out like an uneven but well-built waterfall... Skinny and tall, young though, had a pretty nice body and a linda smile.

The guy just passed on the car, but by his friend request, they went back to talk to her, she came closer with little caution and said hi. The boy asked her for her name and "Belinda" she said. Nice to meet you, Belinda. Even though he knew that deep inside she was not really her, but another person.

"We'll be back" said the other guy. And they continued their way. But deep inside, he had the strong wish to see her again and even stay overnight together maybe. The money was not enough and the debts where growing. Not convenient. The goddamn recession is shiting upon us... "Damn Government!" he thought. Beware if saying it again. But Belinda was linda and sexy, and he won't stop thinking about her for long times. Even he thought about a photo session, but this time he did not have his cam, "damn camera" he thought.

Soon and as he was sinking into the depths of the cannabis, he kept on thinking 'bout Belinda and from time to time and nite to nite. How was it possible for him to think about such a kinda girl? "If I had money rite now, I'd go for her... " used to say.
Damn cannabis, everytime it takes me to places I don't want to go... but it helps to open the Brotherhood doors.

"Girl... you really got me now..." I don't know which version I like the most: Van Halen or The Kinks? I think both are really good.

(From "A book of music")

...And Martita.

Martita built her own spaceship and wanted to travel to the center of that beautiful world. She built it with flowers, leaves and pieces of wood, she also could freeze some water with the help of Alooks of Gahrindoor, and also put some dirt, roots, blossoms, warm air and fire; that was the way she built it and was colorful. The powerful machine looked like a big bug like those flying around her, those that had become her friends.
Alooks was surprised on what she could do, and did nothing but wonder and feel admiration for her, she was convinced to go to that bright center that lighted the world.
I would like to go with you – he said – but I suppose I will die because none of us has gone there before, or even got close to it… It seems near, but I can tell you that it is very far away and… I would not go.
Oh… come on, let’s go and see. – she replied.
I’m afraid… - he said.
You afraid? I can not believe it… you are afraid of nothing… You are this place hero.
But even heroes get afraid of something once or twice in their lives.
Maybe I have to ask my friends to come with me… look at the ship’s control room… there are too many buttons to push, too many poles to pull and screens to see… I need a navigator…
An alligator!!?? – he interrupted.
No! A navigator… the one who tells the captain about the obstacles and free passages in a journey… and you know this place very well, you’ve been through all caves, trees, leaves, waters and fires; you know every living being here. So help me, please.
I’m afraid I will die if I get close to it. – and pointed up the brilliant sphere.
Let’s get our friends first… - she said, and they both walked through a path that led where they thought they could find Juanito, Hazel and Maria.
Juanito, Hazel and Maria were split around, each of them playing with a creature from that marvelous place. They had spent some time there, but it was as if they had just arrived.

I went downstairs...

This story belongs to "A book of music".

"Friday, 6th May.

I went downstairs at the screech of my own voice, as if a desperation scream have been drowning in A flat sustained seventh diminished fifth, I did not hesitate, not for a moment nor an instant; I pulled out the bitter blade and with a single hit I stabbed it in her heart. Her terror moans almost hurt my senses with a pestilential stink that caused me nausea... I held her against the wall while beating her neck, waiting for her collapse. I couldn't stop from hitting until she fell off. Her blood stained my white shirt that now looked like a slashed bull's fur.

I left her on the floor with the care and tenderness that deserved while alive, I couldn't do any thing else. I cried madly over the corpse that was slowly evaporating, I wanted to go by the door; but I did not know what was on the other side, I was afraid that that spirit would try to subdue me again as when I took a part of it and it took a part of me, the most sensitive part of me.

What I had become now? In a horrible hybrid that I myself hated in a damned hybrid earth full of dreadful foes. I used to keep my anger sometimes; but other, I let it flow as the one I was now completely. Nevertheless, I felt growing and expanding myself. How many beings like me were there in the world? A lot, no doubt, but I did not know any and did not know where to look for. I felt alone... and alone I walked through the darkness of these doors..."

Kephalites.

(This story belongs to "Mad Aunt and the Libertines")

"...As Ah here, almost doin' nothin' for these ugly bugs, Ah observe their behavior. These kephalites are always talkin' 'bout work, work and more work; for sure they want us - the humans - to work for nothin', but they are gettin' the best part of all. They control the Board of Directors, so they control the Statements of it all inside here. But they won't control me, they will not! Ah feel alone in this place, nobody seems to be alike me, not even humans, they also worship the goddess that sits on a diamond throne. But Ah keep on singin' inside me, Ah keep ma voice for maself, for nothin' else but ma friends!!

As Ah leave, my head spins 'round a melody with violins and an orchestra along it all... Ah can see the score leadin' me home and Ah can see my partners followin' me directly to Heaven, from where that song came at first... 'We can be worst' they wrote on the wall with red paint... but we are keepin' the same... we remain as we were born.

- Que vamos a tocar hoy? - said someone. As if I speak Spanish... what a wanker! I speak different languages including the Kephalitean, but not Spanish!
They saw my quavers and semi-quavers in ma head... so they played along with me...
So cool for me at the end of the day..."

A one-night fight.

The present story belongs to the unpublished "A book of music".


My friends and I were meeting right behind the corner to have a couple of beers, those of one litre of pure oil and gasoline to burn out or veins and heart. The little place was at an alley and almost every night we were meeting to talk and spend time together.

One of them appeared with a bottle of rum, that Captain Morgan! And we drank it almost all, but we were already very drunk. Another told me to fight with him as a game... but we all know that what starts like a game ends in disaster.

- You are a boxer. - he said.
- But I'm a girl. - I answered.
- You are older than me...
- You are a man...

We started, though I did not want to do it, and we kept on boxing for a little while having fun..., but suddenly, he punched me right behind my left ear and I got a bleeding wound.

For sure I got angry at him, we were just playing and he hit me strongly. I started looking for him and the rest of the "crew" realized that I was serious and I was goin' to beat him real bad. So they jump over me to stop me and everyone had a punch. I was mad! We kept that way for a long while and I beated most of them, I really looked like a crazy beast looking for its prey, but that's the way I am...

My girlfriend was just looking at me, standing apart and feeling bad. She knew that I was training for boxing and that I was not going to feel "girly" in front of a macho boy who thought he was better just because he was a man. She could understand that. I even bit someone, threw another, punch on the abdomen to any other and screamed like crazy with anger in my eyes.

The police appeared after few minutes, but didn't say anything but "all of you go home". We obeyed, we were not going to argue with the damn police! Apparently, somebody from the neighborhood called them to say that there was a riot in the alley.

After everyone had gone, my girlfriend was upset. She took the rum and threw it away... and as she saw I was still stubborn, she left, barefeet, walking out the alley where my house was. I run after her to stop her, that emo chick! How I love her!

At the end, we fell asleep after a little chat.

That was gonna be my own fight club and they took it from me...