The Silence

I love to sing. In the bathroom. And is interesting, i cant hear anything because of my shower. Faraway on the window I look a cross of the street. It is a lot of mud. The crows near my house, staring at the old mans who return from church. It is a November day. Rain almost all the time. Everything smell fresh. A poor man pass under my window. It is old and shake at every step. It provokes me mercy. For few seconds I think I can understand him, and give him a imaginary embrace. But I am superficial. No one cant understand the real life of a poor man in a few seconds. It is more complicated than this. I am satisfied only to smoke a cigarette. The glass is full of sweat, maybe it starving like me. Yesterday was a hard day. Was at office and working nine hours without a brake time. Now, regret this. I am in the wrong mood for everything. I hate myself. I feel in love with my well. It is old and red. On that well in the past time, used to climb with my girlfriend, the well is not working, it is closed, and told her stories all night. Nights was bright on the last summer. Full of stars and comets. Near us was White. A Labrador between white and yellow, nice dog but stubborn. I forgot my girlfriend name. I think is not important. We felt good, only that. Talking time to time on the phone, few minutes about casual things. Nothing more. Knew that she like me much more than a sex friend. But I am a difficult man. I get bored fast and nobody cant help me. Can involved fast but as quickly as possible get out from the game. Not because fear or something like this. The reason are of another nature. More complicated and more painful. Last one, was a beautiful girl, with dark hair, dark eyes, and I think her name was Olga, if I struggle to remember. Talk fast and smiling all the time. A good girl with straight legs. The reason why left me was that I bit her chest. Was not a ordinary bite like a dog bite, was a sensual bite, with passion and noise. Knowing each others from a short time and that was the real problem, she is not trust me. From her chest has run a lot of blood. And blood excite me. I am not a vampire or something like this. But blood is my aphrodisiac. For a few moments, a clear silence floated in the room. A rare moment. Cant find this moments everywhere, maybe only in the woods, on a morning July. ...