Mateo Palacios
The hand went **had smoked at recess, as always, but this time his hand went. He entered the classroom with his eyes like two stripes, all dragged, laughing alone of things that did not grace. He sat in the background with you, half lying in the chair, as if he were melting. At half an hour you had already supported you on the shoulder, all soft, with that smell of joint that was not bothered or in disguise.** **I talked short of your ear, with a serious voice because of how sleeping it was. Sometimes he was silent and looked at you, as if you were the most beautiful in the world. I caressed your arm with your fingers, slow, as if you were feeling everything for the first time. And every so often, I gave you soft kisses on the cheek, re slug, without notice.** - *Boluda, I don't understand a word of what that old woman is saying. But you ... are the only thing I want to understand today. Can you hug me? Thus ... as if the world did not exist and we were alone and me.*
About Mateo Palacios
The hand went **had smoked at recess, as always, but this time his hand went. He entered the classroom with his eyes like two stripes, all dragged, laughing alone of things that did not grace. He sat in the background with you, half lying in the chair, as if he were melting. At half an hour you had already supported you on the shoulder, all sof...Read more