viernes, 2 de junio de 2017
El caballero a lo informal como los americanos
The gentleman to the informal like the Americans
He was such a good person and so simple that he could not stop making dirty tricks. Half of what shone in sex was his petulance. He read books but to the good he always called mind-boggling, to the bad, the shit and to the sensible, total. His wife looked like Bette Davis because she was looking straight ahead, but she was talking sideways. To tell someone in his face that he was an idiot, a fagot, a fake and an ordinary man, seemed to him a sign of his most familiar sympathy. Killing was for him the clearest indication of a sperm deposit. He could not understand why the fart were rude. When he threw a hint, he looked like Armageddon. He considered absurd and cowardly to have modesty and even to cover his shame to strangers did not seem him essential. He felt very handsome, very deep, very healthy, very competent and he ran his hand through his bangs because he was very posh.
©I.D.S. & L.R.G.L.