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Homenaje al hombre que hizo

de mi mundo un lugar mas entretenido..

Revenge
by Edilberto Aldan

I thought of you all afternoon, from this chair, my hand on the phone, I review every one of the insults that I am going to recive from your call.
Yes, I know, I know, I repeat it to my self every time I cross my legs (one and the other, one after the other) I could been doing something different during the wait, perhaps going after the memory of different times to this, when the idea of happiness was around the corner and not running this endless rice that today has undertaken, now every attempt of thinking of us has become this saliva that paints the corners of my mouth lime, and immediately there, jumps to the cutting idea of hurting you.
I play with these ideas, the joy makes me forget any rule, every promise of kindness and I don’t worry about another thing that to be teasting feverish the adjetive recently found, that to it you will not have more option than desire to kill, the sharp sarcasm with wich your image will colapse forever, your absence covered by ashes.
I have them, it has been a while since I cherish the word with wich I am goin to humiliate you, the letters may fall on you in the same form in wich the dead approach. The phone rings.
-Is that you? I ask more for something else than for surprise, more with another intention. This is the oportunity I have longed for, in my face draws the sing of revenge- Honey, I miss you…

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