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Harpo SpeaksMore Like This
Harpo Speaks
Carruthers had half a face. He actually had a whole face, but the bottom half was so magnificently beautiful – perfectly dimpled chin with just a hint of stubble, lean lips curling to reveal straight, white teeth, and skin so creamy you could dip strawberries in it – that everybody just forgot what the top half looked like. His forehead (probably quite charming too, if left to its own devices) faded from memory, his nose lost in the glow of that breathtaking zero-point-five of a visage. Not that it bothered Carruthers especially. He just enjoyed being admired.
And admired he was. He was the only man
Te quieroMore Like This
-Te quiero- él no responde.
-Te quiero- Repite ella subiendo el tono de su voz, esperando ser esta vez más clara. Ël sigue mirando hacia la nada.
-Te he dicho que te quiero!- dice ella y se lanza a darle un beso.
-Te he oído- responde él y con un movimiento lento esquiva el beso. Baja la mirada y se pone a observar la nada del suelo.
Ella le dice cosas, le pregunta cosas y organiza su blusa para que no se le vea el ancho abdomen. Él responde con esquivas, con gestos de desinterés, y comienza a encontrar la nada en lugares insospechados.
Ella lo quiere; pero, que es querer, si no desear lo que no se tiene? Ella lo desea pues no lo tiene.
Patchwork GirlCrazy-daisy quiltingMore Like This
Zig-zag stitches tilting
Scraps and dreams
Sewn into seams
This makes a patchwork girl
Crimson, shale-blue swatches
Fears leaking past the watches
Bright button eyes
Of truths and lies
This makes a patchwork girl
Full of cotton musing
Always fluff a-losing
Seams come undone
With pain and fun
This makes a patchwork girl
Fabric ends all fraying
No part ever staying
Becoming worn
And getting torn
This makes a patchwork girl
