He barely touched the door twice with a soft, dry touch and opened, entered, and closed behind him with the care of an old watchmaker so as not to make the slightest noise. She was wrapped in a deep blue dress with yellow motifs. She stood there for a moment, motionless, not distracting her gaze towards me while her sweet smile improved the poor lighting of the small room.
That salamander smile was capable of breaking the most solid of fidelities ... Then, without blaming me, I understood:
Old desires would burn this afternoon, not for immaculate loyalties; rather, to deny treason later. It is an afternoon of inevitable perfidy ... you and me in this room, alone ...
Lugh Landrus
Venezuela
January: 2020
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