Pornographic Story Under the Rain

The rain presaged an ending in red and gray. The rain produced a watery mirror whose slivers were incrustrated into the skin of the city.
They have been locked in like metropolis animals in a concrete cage, prisoners by their own will, wrapped in a human knot. Brains intoxicated by artificial and natural substances.
He extended a scorching candle like those of the churches. It was looking for the warmth of an open rose. She received him unfolding her extremities open wide. The red of passion spread on the gray sheets wetted by the sweat with salty flavor like the tears of joy that were raining from her eyes.
Time, damned dictator was repressing his feelings but was exalting hers as well.
He broke the spell and went looking for another destiny under the canille rain that kept punishing the pavement. Broken glass in her heart. Hate licked the wounds on her sad chest.
The noise is still recorded in the walls. They have filtered in form of frequencies by the pores. Before the departure they were screams of joy, after they were screams of desperation.
Of him, nobody knew anything. It is believed that he crossed some borders and an ocean.
She took a warmth bath with a cocktail of multicolor pills. Then she sank the Gillette in several parts of her skin.
The rain put the gray hue to the story with her monotonous melody. She put the red trying to kick out the gray inside of her soul. She just could take the carmine of her body.
The gray remains. Here still rains.


OSWALDO PEREZ CABRERA