“The wonderful joke about Roberto´s crime”

Mediocre air. Weird music and people talking unruly. She was standing up at the doorframe alone. They were gossiping about her eyelashes being fake. Something she had drunk before alienated her, she couldn´t control her mows. The hygiene of not waiting for him convinced her that she had to leave immediately.

Two girls wearing high heel shoes were looking down on her. Her phone started to ring and I noticed it. She said: “What time did you say it was?” (I thought those kind of words should be silent) Then she kept on saying : “I shouldn´t have been drinking until 5 o´clock. I think I shouldn´t be telling you this, I know,I know, but I can avoid seeing your beauty is continuously consumed by another woman´s essence. Yesterday I fell asleep as you didn´t come. I belived, maybe, at some other time you would come to another party with me because I am not such an ordinary left over, not a lonely star. I can’t believe in your magic, life is so automatic…” She hanged up the phone feeling hell in her feet and walk towards a table full of liqueurs and glasses. The call was so confusing that she hadn’t realized she was raving until she saw Robert behind a lamp.

Precisely, at that time, she couldn´t define the boundaries between right and wrong, but when she saw him behind that lamp she felt a hundred scorpions pricking her nape. A fake laughter and a strange heat shaped subtly all along her body. The yellow light coming from the lamp pampered Roberto´s eyes with small sparks which contemplated the party and the sofa´s stamp.

I think I saw everything.

The vertigo and their eyes embraced.

“Invéntate el final de cada historia, que el amor es eterno mientras dura”. (Ismael Serrano)

So I was sitting there in the bar, and this guy comes up to me and he said -"my life stinks"-

and I saw his gold credit card, and I saw the way he was looking at people across the room,

and I looked at his face and you know -what a good looking face-

and I just said, "hey, your perspective on life sucks".

Mika. (Blame it on the girls)

Magdalena Ducoin