The second participant in this small competition is: My little fantasy bet for You
SALT IN THE HEART
I opened the door and went, everything was dark but did not bother me, was too distressed by what happened hours earlier. I went to the room slowly, wondering if this could really be happening to me. Three years of my life betrayed, that was what was eating me inside, three bloody and wonderful years of my life thrown away for nothing.
I took off my jacket and threw it to the ground, in the middle of the narrow corridor of my flat, then loosen the tie, which was choking me to give a couple of hours and left me the couch. My head was on the verge of collapse, in my temples sensed heartbeat and pitaban my ears painfully. Wanted to disappear.
hated that silly, naive that I had betrayed and abandoned me shattering my dreams. My eyes, perched on the roof of the room, he turned to the bookcase full of books on my right, not what he wanted to keep longer. I sat and stood still, watching the small bottle placed in one of the shelves.
I was stupid, I should not believe it.
I got up and walked away from the library, pulled away the curtain that hid my window and I stayed a long time watching the street, where thousands of sparkling lights illuminates everything and turned off a dismal urban landscape into an incredible parade of thousands of sparks magical. Lights
magic that made me think and made me look back on the shelf, I guess the good thing is never forgotten for more time passes.
met her at the feast of San Juan night four years ago, a night that I have not ever forget and will achieve. I went to that party on the beach with my friends every year to give back as five, and although she had attended the previous year we had not crossed until then. In the first moment he saw my eyes fell in love with her, she was a girl with a beautiful smile and brown-green eyes that you isolated from the world.
Dazzled by that first impression and with the help of alcohol, which had already in my body, I plucked up courage and went to introduce myself, but with the misfortune to trip over a chair, mouth down into the sand. While people were busy with their own affairs, I had the great privilege of getting all made me a hole in their busy schedules, all present witnessed my fall and an orchestra of happy laughter the environment, but not mine exactly. All I got embarrassed and started to spit sand, while I laughed, because that was my way to downplay the issue. I guess I did not start well ... He?
A hand me a tissue to wipe offered and accepted it, that girl with long brown hair wavy, thin skin and clear and sweet, angelic voice asked me
- Are you okay?
- Yes, totally embarrassed I replied as I wiped the sand from the mouth with his handkerchief, do not worry.
guess she noticed my discomfort, as I grabbed her hand and dragged me to shore, far away from a crowd.
was nervous, the girl was nervous and besides I could not find a topic of conversation break the silence, that was not the best first impression that could have caused.
Suddenly she moved her shoes and sandals, stepping in the water, he stopped short and fixed his eyes on the night sky.
- What is the first thing that comes to mind when you talk about the sea? - I asked after a deep breath and smile.
- Well I guess I think of the sun, the beach and holidays.
- very typical, "she said while looking at the sky.
- And you, you think of when you talk about the sea? - I asked curious, having received this answer from you.
- in the background.
- How?
- I think in the seabed, in everything to be hiding there, he turned to face me. For centuries and centuries million ships have sailed, pirates, navy, naval vessels, ... Can you imagine? Hundreds of treasures, sunken ships and planes ... Who could empty the sea and find all those treasures.
His eyes, set far in the dark and mysterious ocean, traveling miles and miles inland, imagining the wonderful relics discovered submerged.
- Do you think I'm weird?
- No "I said as he watched how beautiful she was.
Then, moved by my response, she turned to dedicate an ironic followed by a melodic laugh.
- I think you are different.
- What is different? - I asked, still smiling.
- No, being different is good.
The truth is that we still do not understand why I did what I did when I introduced her hands in his pockets and I noticed I got the idea. I took the little bottle of perfume, which I had given away at the door of the hotel, and I uncovered, spilling its contents into the sand. I went into the water decided, while she was watching me, I crouched down and dipped the bottle.
- What are you doing?
- Helping you fulfill your dream, "she replied as she took in a bottle, now full, the water and hid.
- I do not think you get to empty the sea with the vial.
The two laughed and the sky lit fireworks magically. Its silhouette at that radiant sky was the most magical thing I had ever seen and I could not hold any longer.
- empty the sea for you, "he whispered.
She turned away from heaven and appeared surprised face only inches from mine. He had come so quickly bent over and had not had time to think of anything to say.
- My name is Elisha, Eli for friends.
- Eric-I have it so close to me worried, "Ric for friends?
The two bursts out laughing and we stretch in the wet sand to see the majestic fireworks decorating the night sky, immense and infinite.
In that special way I met Eli, the girl who would become my sun, my moon, my universe for three long and happy years.
After two years and a half of dating we decided to go live together and we bought an apartment, she was happy, like me and our new roommate "Soso" our fish. What was his name why? Eli put it, said that the name was perfect because he never laughed, saying it lacked salt in the veins to please. Occasionally I thought that she wanted to eat grilled.
Everything went really well, live happily and had no problems whatsoever, or so I thought. Eli
began to come every Friday to a book club. He said he was passionate about books, I wanted to meet new people that have their own tastes in order to exchange views with them, and I believed her.
One of those happy Friday has had to go an errand for the company, which worked, and saw her. Eli was crossing the road from the hand of another man, my heart was a painful sting that made me carry his hand to his chest, everything had to have a logical explanation, I was sure.
That night, when Eli came home, did not tell anything about what I had seen. I asked him how he had gone the day, she explained that he had enjoyed and had gone through the salon with a friend.
- You like it? - Asked me showing me her new haircut, now reaching to the shoulders. Do I look pretty?
It looked lovely, but out of jealousy and distrust I spent all week waiting to arrive on Friday to follow. I knew it was wrong, but I needed to discover the truth.
that Friday, like many others, she dismissed me with a sweet kiss on the lips and left. I followed her down the street, hiding in the corners, until she met it was the same man she had seen her last. This could not be true, I approached them slowly until they finally arrived and pronounced her name.
- Eli ...
- Eric, what are you doing here? - I asked surprised and yet very nervous.
- I followed you, "he confessed with his eyes fixed on his. Last week I saw you, but I could not believe. Who is it?
The man made as if to show, but she interrupted him.
- I'm sorry, lowering his gaze to the floor, I should have told you before. Send someone to collect my things this week.
- Since when?
- Sorry, grabbed the hand of the man and not answering my question turned around and left.
I was petrified in the middle of the street, my heart had gone through with some kind of sharp weapon, and I cried in pain for me. My dry eyes could not shed a single tear, but the pain was real.
Pass shattered the next six months, as the living dead, as a person who would have stolen the soul. Then one morning, he opened the envelope and find out what it contained, I deal the final blow. ELISEO GOMEZ
TAPIA, died: 17/04/2011. His grieving parents, brother, uncles, nephews, friends and other relatives. CALL ...
My body fell limp, sliding down the wall, the floor and I sat there for hours and hours thinking about it.
This morning I attended his funeral and I have finally met his brother Raul, to my surprise, he was the man who was Eli on Friday.
- She told me not tell you anything, do not want to see you suffer for your fault, "he confessed. But he wrote this for you, so you know I wanted to apologize before leaving.
handed me a sheet of folded paper and I put it in my pocket.
- Eight months ago he was diagnosed with cancer, so that every Friday the accompanying a support group for people with the disease. The first day we went with her dress to the salon for a haircut, and would soon begin chemotherapy. But when you come there, and thought you discover an infidelity, he gave the perfect reason to stay away from her and not hurt.
- But I would have helped ... because he loved her, because I always love you.
- And you, "she admitted. Ended his life because he could not endure the pain of treatment, but cried every night because of not having you around and damage you caused. Because for her, you were all her life, sun, moon, his whole universe ...
Even now, in the darkness of my room and the bottle between my fingers did not shed a tear. My eyes are dry and my heart feels nothing, and that has become stone.
I went to the aquarium Soso and looked at him with pity, it is true that he never smiled, "would lack salt in the veins as she said? I uncapped the bottle and poured a drop in the tank.
- I think now I can smile.
But I could keep smiling?
I looked at the bottle and I remembered that day at the beach. I approached him slowly to his lips, and drank its contents so salty that came to my wounded heart began to chafe. Is it happy now? He reached into pocket and pulled out this paper, unfolded it and read a perfect love you. Suddenly something wet ran down my cheeks and went to the corners of my lips were salty. The tears had finally appeared, then I realized, now I could smile again and that Eli would always be in my heart along with that salt would be happy to my life.
I opened the door and went, everything was dark but did not bother me, was too distressed by what happened hours earlier. I went to the room slowly, wondering if this could really be happening to me. Three years of my life betrayed, that was what was eating me inside, three bloody and wonderful years of my life thrown away for nothing.
I took off my jacket and threw it to the ground, in the middle of the narrow corridor of my flat, then loosen the tie, which was choking me to give a couple of hours and left me the couch. My head was on the verge of collapse, in my temples sensed heartbeat and pitaban my ears painfully. Wanted to disappear.
hated that silly, naive that I had betrayed and abandoned me shattering my dreams. My eyes, perched on the roof of the room, he turned to the bookcase full of books on my right, not what he wanted to keep longer. I sat and stood still, watching the small bottle placed in one of the shelves.
I was stupid, I should not believe it.
I got up and walked away from the library, pulled away the curtain that hid my window and I stayed a long time watching the street, where thousands of sparkling lights illuminates everything and turned off a dismal urban landscape into an incredible parade of thousands of sparks magical. Lights
magic that made me think and made me look back on the shelf, I guess the good thing is never forgotten for more time passes.
met her at the feast of San Juan night four years ago, a night that I have not ever forget and will achieve. I went to that party on the beach with my friends every year to give back as five, and although she had attended the previous year we had not crossed until then. In the first moment he saw my eyes fell in love with her, she was a girl with a beautiful smile and brown-green eyes that you isolated from the world.
Dazzled by that first impression and with the help of alcohol, which had already in my body, I plucked up courage and went to introduce myself, but with the misfortune to trip over a chair, mouth down into the sand. While people were busy with their own affairs, I had the great privilege of getting all made me a hole in their busy schedules, all present witnessed my fall and an orchestra of happy laughter the environment, but not mine exactly. All I got embarrassed and started to spit sand, while I laughed, because that was my way to downplay the issue. I guess I did not start well ... He?
A hand me a tissue to wipe offered and accepted it, that girl with long brown hair wavy, thin skin and clear and sweet, angelic voice asked me
- Are you okay?
- Yes, totally embarrassed I replied as I wiped the sand from the mouth with his handkerchief, do not worry.
guess she noticed my discomfort, as I grabbed her hand and dragged me to shore, far away from a crowd.
was nervous, the girl was nervous and besides I could not find a topic of conversation break the silence, that was not the best first impression that could have caused.
Suddenly she moved her shoes and sandals, stepping in the water, he stopped short and fixed his eyes on the night sky.
- What is the first thing that comes to mind when you talk about the sea? - I asked after a deep breath and smile.
- Well I guess I think of the sun, the beach and holidays.
- very typical, "she said while looking at the sky.
- And you, you think of when you talk about the sea? - I asked curious, having received this answer from you.
- in the background.
- How?
- I think in the seabed, in everything to be hiding there, he turned to face me. For centuries and centuries million ships have sailed, pirates, navy, naval vessels, ... Can you imagine? Hundreds of treasures, sunken ships and planes ... Who could empty the sea and find all those treasures.
His eyes, set far in the dark and mysterious ocean, traveling miles and miles inland, imagining the wonderful relics discovered submerged.
- Do you think I'm weird?
- No "I said as he watched how beautiful she was.
Then, moved by my response, she turned to dedicate an ironic followed by a melodic laugh.
- I think you are different.
- What is different? - I asked, still smiling.
- No, being different is good.
The truth is that we still do not understand why I did what I did when I introduced her hands in his pockets and I noticed I got the idea. I took the little bottle of perfume, which I had given away at the door of the hotel, and I uncovered, spilling its contents into the sand. I went into the water decided, while she was watching me, I crouched down and dipped the bottle.
- What are you doing?
- Helping you fulfill your dream, "she replied as she took in a bottle, now full, the water and hid.
- I do not think you get to empty the sea with the vial.
The two laughed and the sky lit fireworks magically. Its silhouette at that radiant sky was the most magical thing I had ever seen and I could not hold any longer.
- empty the sea for you, "he whispered.
She turned away from heaven and appeared surprised face only inches from mine. He had come so quickly bent over and had not had time to think of anything to say.
- My name is Elisha, Eli for friends.
- Eric-I have it so close to me worried, "Ric for friends?
The two bursts out laughing and we stretch in the wet sand to see the majestic fireworks decorating the night sky, immense and infinite.
In that special way I met Eli, the girl who would become my sun, my moon, my universe for three long and happy years.
After two years and a half of dating we decided to go live together and we bought an apartment, she was happy, like me and our new roommate "Soso" our fish. What was his name why? Eli put it, said that the name was perfect because he never laughed, saying it lacked salt in the veins to please. Occasionally I thought that she wanted to eat grilled.
Everything went really well, live happily and had no problems whatsoever, or so I thought. Eli
began to come every Friday to a book club. He said he was passionate about books, I wanted to meet new people that have their own tastes in order to exchange views with them, and I believed her.
One of those happy Friday has had to go an errand for the company, which worked, and saw her. Eli was crossing the road from the hand of another man, my heart was a painful sting that made me carry his hand to his chest, everything had to have a logical explanation, I was sure.
That night, when Eli came home, did not tell anything about what I had seen. I asked him how he had gone the day, she explained that he had enjoyed and had gone through the salon with a friend.
- You like it? - Asked me showing me her new haircut, now reaching to the shoulders. Do I look pretty?
It looked lovely, but out of jealousy and distrust I spent all week waiting to arrive on Friday to follow. I knew it was wrong, but I needed to discover the truth.
that Friday, like many others, she dismissed me with a sweet kiss on the lips and left. I followed her down the street, hiding in the corners, until she met it was the same man she had seen her last. This could not be true, I approached them slowly until they finally arrived and pronounced her name.
- Eli ...
- Eric, what are you doing here? - I asked surprised and yet very nervous.
- I followed you, "he confessed with his eyes fixed on his. Last week I saw you, but I could not believe. Who is it?
The man made as if to show, but she interrupted him.
- I'm sorry, lowering his gaze to the floor, I should have told you before. Send someone to collect my things this week.
- Since when?
- Sorry, grabbed the hand of the man and not answering my question turned around and left.
I was petrified in the middle of the street, my heart had gone through with some kind of sharp weapon, and I cried in pain for me. My dry eyes could not shed a single tear, but the pain was real.
Pass shattered the next six months, as the living dead, as a person who would have stolen the soul. Then one morning, he opened the envelope and find out what it contained, I deal the final blow. ELISEO GOMEZ
TAPIA, died: 17/04/2011. His grieving parents, brother, uncles, nephews, friends and other relatives. CALL ...
My body fell limp, sliding down the wall, the floor and I sat there for hours and hours thinking about it.
This morning I attended his funeral and I have finally met his brother Raul, to my surprise, he was the man who was Eli on Friday.
- She told me not tell you anything, do not want to see you suffer for your fault, "he confessed. But he wrote this for you, so you know I wanted to apologize before leaving.
handed me a sheet of folded paper and I put it in my pocket.
- Eight months ago he was diagnosed with cancer, so that every Friday the accompanying a support group for people with the disease. The first day we went with her dress to the salon for a haircut, and would soon begin chemotherapy. But when you come there, and thought you discover an infidelity, he gave the perfect reason to stay away from her and not hurt.
- But I would have helped ... because he loved her, because I always love you.
- And you, "she admitted. Ended his life because he could not endure the pain of treatment, but cried every night because of not having you around and damage you caused. Because for her, you were all her life, sun, moon, his whole universe ...
Even now, in the darkness of my room and the bottle between my fingers did not shed a tear. My eyes are dry and my heart feels nothing, and that has become stone.
I went to the aquarium Soso and looked at him with pity, it is true that he never smiled, "would lack salt in the veins as she said? I uncapped the bottle and poured a drop in the tank.
- I think now I can smile.
But I could keep smiling?
I looked at the bottle and I remembered that day at the beach. I approached him slowly to his lips, and drank its contents so salty that came to my wounded heart began to chafe. Is it happy now? He reached into pocket and pulled out this paper, unfolded it and read a perfect love you. Suddenly something wet ran down my cheeks and went to the corners of my lips were salty. The tears had finally appeared, then I realized, now I could smile again and that Eli would always be in my heart along with that salt would be happy to my life.
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