| INNER SPACE - NIGHT Music by Sex Pistols I'm me. I have brown eyes and should wear glasses. I'm not able to dance and sing but if those that are able could make this thing like me, they will be the best. My friends call me "Topsy", my enemies "Anto." Both labels are on the beam, even though you can imagine which I prefer. I'm female and intelligent. I have had many scars. My heart is barbed like an explosion's splinters. I don't like coffee, but I'm in love with the "Tiramisu." I know there is a boy who will love me; I just haven't found him yet. I have a VCR, some books, a ventilator, a bed, a PC, and an ashtray for my guests. My room is painted in white. On walls there are posters of several cities, drawings, and Morrison. There are photos with Laura, Eros, and me. Shutters are covered with tiny stripes of dust where sometimes I write names and telephone numbers because I have fun watching how dust deletes it. If they survive 3 days, it isn't good, so I delete them with my fingers. I belong to an ashtray race that moves itself in a rush, those kinds of people that when they go away they leave a wake of melancholy. I stop lying because I've lost my imagination, but there is nothing reliable in my truths. I open my eyes and watch my ceiling. This makes me think. I lie down for hours and hours. It has not always been like this. I tried to arrive in time for dinner, but placards and traffic signals have damaged my time. From Efraim Medina Reyes' Book. Edited by Me. |














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