You were there ...

The girl did a pirouette, turned to him, approached, crouched down, and saw him at 34 centimeters. Then he knew it was her, the same eyes ...

It was a routine night, forced labor in the office. Days those in which the itinerant music of U2 sounded on the keyboard of Chamaco, which included speakers with Suround, there in the background, Raúl with the headphones moved his head to the rhythm of Arjona and his champion of the routine; while the meringues of Jorge dissolved between the cubicles, beyond, each one sank until the 9 of the night trying to vectorize what his tired eyes could photointerpret.EYqL-1

But that day was special, played the national team another game more -or less, We never knowbe-, so the most parranderos convinced the boss to vary the week, go through a night bar to see the win, there by the select area of ​​the gringas of Palmerola. It was not common for him to be with us, as a boss he always stayed on the sidelines, but as a friend he was confidant to the extreme, he even meddled in topics that he should not.

We left, a walk of jokes, sangrones, cruel, but pleasant to the feeling that there would be no more vectors for that day -And night-. Raúl recounted the same episode, when the maps were thrown away, Juan the one with the wet maps in the public hearings the day of canine vaccination, I the same one that knew me, that hardly caused me to laugh for being humor of the fifty.

We arrived at a den, which on the outside looked like a room house, after passing through the door the atmosphere changed. The kid who had experience in these transs, agreed with the Gorilla From the entrance, he took us through a passageway to an auditorium with revolving lights, people sitting in seats of three, a triangular stage with a vertical tube in the center and a horizontal one at the end, by the steps. We paid company of must in a cold bucket, which included some plastic chips for special pirouettes.

The party, boring. Halfway through the second half they took the 4 team to 1, and with few signs of survival. From an extreme podium, an animator announced that it was time to add flavor to the game. Immediately people piled into the bar, began to give strong applause in a rhythm that had nothing to do with the BonJovi song that came from the background. And so, one by one, three girls went through, each with a similar routine. Platforms of 4 inches, provocative rags. A song moved, then the lights went down and a romantic song took the girl to the rhythm of applause, among others, less clothes, while some desperate people spent their first intention card.

But when the fourth girl arrived, the picture changed. My partner next door got a little nervous, since the girl came up, took the lemon and squeezed it in his mouth with energy, then settled into the chair and it seemed that he turned some gears inside the temples. With an open mouth as Pac-man drooled, he watched the filly circling the bar, drying it with a napkin that offered him a chavo In the other vertex, and thus the song of Carlos Vives was spent, with impeccable style.

I could see my friend's eyelids come down halfway, like Garfield, then he twitched them, glassy as wet marbles. The lights went down, and the immortal song of Def Leppard began: Love bites.

When you make love, do you look in the mirror?

Who do you think of?

But his sensation was not of immediate taste, because he would have put the chip in his teeth as soon as he started the round, rather he seemed to come and go in a time swing, which in the southwest tangent shook the bag and reacted in small movements of head His memories must have been flying to that first year of college, when a backpack and notebooks were all he took care of to survive.

Do you tell lies and say that forever

And then, I had the impression that he was seeing in those eyes, a familiar face, maybe it brought him the remembrance of a love of yesteryear, before the mortgages of this life. Little did it matter to him that he was diminishing his clothes, it was his eyes and a hidden smile that brought him -And carried him- to a distant landmark, in a heartbeat behind that Industrial Engineering building, as far as the orbit of the GLONASS constellation but as close as the capture of its carrier phase.

Do you think twice or just touch 'n' see

His eyes were spinning in sharp breaks, but not in the 10 meters of edge of the equilateral, was much further. Then he felt like a layer was coming out of the epidermis, one, another, again, in goosebumps. While the girl showed her dream skills, the applause sounded and she hung from the tube in a sweaty half-turn. Spectacular!

I do not wanna touch you too much baby

Cos makin 'love to you could drive me crazy

The girl closed the earwig, covering her life with one hand, turned to him, approached, crouched down, and saw 34 inches. I swear that then he knew it was her, the same eyes, those of the girl seemed to hit too, he retired and returned to his show. Then he pursued her with eyes until she was tired, she dodged while she could but the distance did nothing but facilitate her photogrammetric sight and finally the jaw dropped like a drawer.

I do not think that love is the way you make it

After a couple of piercing looks, which seemed to melt in the air, she could not finish the song, made a gesture to please her audience, turned around and approached the stands. Public medium shouted at her to finish it, but she was already being helped by the Coime, who offered her her top garments, the only ones she could take off and took her to one end of the bar. The animator concealed everything, made the first call to all the girls and asked for applause for the great Pamela.

So I do not want to be there when you decide to break it

Love bites love bleeds - it's bringing me to my kneeds

Love lives love dies - it's no surprise

Love begs love pleads - it's what I need

The girl went by the side, looked him in the eyes, took his hand and gave him a kiss in the mejia and whispered something under his breath. Then he left. I could see in his beautiful eyes three fifths of tears, I was puzzled, dazed and did not know exactly what to think. Absolutely no one knows what to say to a friend, who suddenly on a nightly walk is at a distance of an 34 centimeters from some eyes that he seems to know at much shorter distances.

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Years later he confessed to me, that he convinced the coime to take the girl that night. He did not tell me more details until I read it on his Facebook status, which has not changed in a long time.

That night, you were there. It was your eyes, your lips, you were there. It was your smile, your tattoo, your sweat, you were there.

In the morning I saw your eyes again, beautiful, your smile, beautiful, but it was not yours. You were not there

You're just everywhere.

4 Replies to "You were there ..."

  1. Hehe, how wicked you are.
    I'm just so busy that I can barely write easy songs.

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