"I think I did not I have the answer - I said hesitantly before the crucial question that decided the fate of this woman, who both looked lost in the intense red color of his hair long and incessant spillage of blood on the wooden floor.
-A Antonia always wore red, even in the moment of his death - said after a moment of silence.
At the moment of silence that preceded the judgmental words of Erasmus, I wondered if it was worth risking both angry and desperate friend who always disappointed women. She was the climax of the deception, the climax of a youth full of trouble loving.
He had already decided to walk with pain, Antonia saw the hope of leaving raw feeling that he was following in his footsteps, coming down from her bed and put his first foot on the ground which was of the fourth house.
Before deal a final blow decided not to make any claim, or to ask any questions. I wanted to remember his last moment with her as it had always been, with a small reading his poems after making love endlessly.
Antonia knew him while in the midst of the lyrics I listened in wonder and silence, knew what mood each carrying Erasmo night. These words, read from a notebook pasta old burgundy were the little that he revealed to the world, because talking was not his most precious gift, let alone when he was next to a woman like her.
Those who were sitting on the grass of the university with a pencil and notebook, thought he was an intellectual. But only she knew her introversion was not the result of a bright mind, but the outpouring of sentiments embodied on paper, with the painful inability to relate to others.
- What are you going to read today? - Antonia said teaching shamelessly naked, freckled body.
"I do not know, just thinking I did tonight.
Erasmus began reading a poem full of contrasts between love and misery. However, it was a text without tones, unchanged and without substance. Only the final loaded with all the emotion of the moment he was premeditated, and that seemed a request for surrender which Antonia was strange.
"Weep not my beautiful beloved, your karma becomes mine. Naked bodies are crying cold glass. "
Erasmo In that piece seemed to have predicted all Antonia's death, even in the spring of that single tear that he shed his right eye, and quickly disappeared into the blood and evaporated from his face.
He clearly knew that Antonia murder would cause an immense sadness, and it would be he who would mourn. But in the end, when she felt totally disappointed and knew the lie on which he built his dream, a question so mortified:
- why do you think that you cried? - Lashed out at me with clear eyes.
"Because it hurt-my foolish comments came as fast as a bullet.
"If obvious," said sobbing - but do not know how much it's killing me now wonder if she cried because she had a headache or because it hurt the heart.
What could I answer to a hopeless man, if your questions only increased my sense of what we know about life but especially so ignorant about it? I said nothing and he did not try to insist, because he knew that Antonia knew little.
- You know what? And it does not matter, man. You're lucky not to have known, because it was certain that you'll love it. And best of all is that the least known, most knew of Antonia, because all I knew was a lie.
say the total misery is known when for a short period of time you have something that is lost as easily, not when lifetime has been empty. When I saw that Erasmus fateful night, I knew the truth of a belief that simple, since he was a man who had something for a moment, but the disappointment was so great that he decided to see the misery ... Then the pain is double.
Meet Antonia was for him a real surprise, because a quiet man, not shabby friends and never expected that someone comes close to his ear. But she did it with a subtlety that not even managed to scare it simply broke the fresh sound of pencil scratching on paper and asked him a question he had always dreamed respond.
- What do you write?
"Nothing," said Erasmo poetry voice quavering
- Do I want to read a little?
"But I have not finished it,
" Well, I hope to finish it.
Antonia sat on the grass next to Erasmus, watching intently as he ended with a desire to be noticed in a fast pace last stanza. With nerves, but determined, he began to read that, that would be the last grim poem before which preceded the death of his girlfriend.
"Silence has taken on the eve of my dreams. Funeral
and lonely, suffer from hoarseness my pillows.
Today, God will never be witness of my grief and anguish, and my prayers do not suffer your karma.
How many prayers in vain had to put my blankets, many trapped in the sky promises?
already declined my requests to hell, never try to resurrect his body. It
mourn your sinful soul, then killed the recitation of the great Prophet, imploring Our Fathers
in my bed right now are in limbo because they never saw them.
and not profane my creed, not mad at my saints, do not blaspheme the ashes of my Christ bearer. Today my faith gave way to a chest, my god now lost the charm, I forget who broke the rosary with my tears. "
"It's beautiful, but very sad," said Antonia instantly, who with one hand on the cheek, looking tenderly at Erasmus.
him with the disuse of his mouth and intimidation that resulted in the presence of that woman at his side, knew no more than shrug his shoulders and wrinkled his forehead as a sign of resignation. However, she did not care if the words and not let time pass gave him a loving kiss, which he accepted tentatively.
"I always see you sitting here, and I resist the urge to tell you that I like very much," said Antonio flushed as soon ended the kiss.
The sudden emotion with which they began their relationship, was kept alive until this afternoon, the same that killed Antonia. And although there were many details that Erasmus gave me, just tell me the reason for his anger: he could not bear to see her, sitting on a park bench, with the same look and the same gesture on his face when he approached him. The only difference was in the disappointing box was the man she looked, who also held a book and read to her with the same affection that Erasmus would have.
If I knew that something so trivial for many made so much sense to him, would not have joined in a crime that, even today, I find it fair. What more can earn a woman looking at two different men with the same face?
revenge There was more necessary that they understand death and Erasmus, because for someone who had nothing in life, it was impossible to share the only woman who could listen, without leaving out a single mock gesture of admiration for his lyrics. On that night, seeing him stuck on the temple of Antonia, I knew that the pen was the only honest company of a desperate man.
Even I can be, even with such rage that I covered my mouth Antonia to drown the screams and breathing. I can not be faithful to your company because of Erasmus hide the terrible secret of knowing that both are the same person and I keep a piece of your mind is disturbed, the idea of \u200b\u200bnot being alone in the world.
Maybe when he tries to read me his latest poetry know that no one hears him and nailed his pencil in my temple, killing and leaving death and life so tarnished that even beside the lifeless body of Antonia seemed which old body and no blood flowed.
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