- Damn, Lisa!
He sat in the chair, her hands to her temples.
Liliana was behind the kitchen counter, sitting on a bench, legs crossed, with shorts that barely covered above the thigh, light blouse tops, the mole on his left knee, shaking his sandals hanging, sustained his toes. He smoked in silence, expressionless, looking at the clock in the room.
"I talked to death, remember? To hurt the least.
Liliana finally returned to itself.
"I was going to say.
- Tell me what?! , Raised the tone, but half of the sentence Her voice broke, what are you taking with the other?
"No, I feel it gives us no more. As we talked, "he said in tones soft, almost tender. Seemed to have no remorse.
"But you did not. Had to be this way. I realized that I was seeing the face. How long, Liliana?
"Six months.
-Puta mother began to breathe deeply to the keep from crying. Not because they would mourn, but because he knew that to do so, Liliana not fail to be moved at all. I had the need to make her feel bad, but looked in defeat even before trying anything.
rubbed his eyes with the cuffs of his sweatshirt and continued until he could speak with questions.
- What do you suggest?
Liliana exhaled the smoke through the nose, while smeared jam in the middle of a roll.
- Me? Nothing. I'm not in a position to do so. It was I who failed, I who have to accept the consequences. Who will decide in this case is you.
hated that Liliana was right and speak with that parsimony and chair. He could easily forgive, forget everything, propose to begin again. Impossible. Just to hear him say that he was dead. That had talked many times. Not anymore.
"Well, tomorrow I will come for my things," and left the department.
-Fernanda, wait-Liliana wanted to react. The door was already closed.
He stood up, tucked her hair behind her ear and put out his cigarette on the bread with jam.
Gibran Dominguez
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