Una pequeña historia (Parte 2)

Entre a un bar a cubrirme del frió que irrumpió inesperadamente dejándome indefenso y mas vació que antes, cruce la puerta y me senté bajo una luz tan sucia que me hizo recordar mi suerte..en el lugar solo estábamos 3 personas, un tipo ebrio y tirado sobre la mesa de la cual escurría un hilito de melancolía,un sombrero a sus pies cual perro faldero, y en la barra estabas tu..con tus ojos dormidos por la tristeza, por las lágrimas que despertaron e hicieron una tormenta al salir, con el rímel depresivo que bañaba tus mejillas, te veías hermosa..no tomabas nada, solo fumabas como queriendo terminarte el oxigeno que te quedaba.

Me acerque a ti e ignoraste mi llegada, baje la vista y revise cuidadosamente tus piernas, tus uñas semi pintadas, tus pies descalzos que temblaban por el frió y la lluvia, quise tocarte y ofrecerte mi abrigo destrozado pero lo rechazaste.
Moví un poco mi silla para quedar frente a ti y poder observarte mejor, de paso aprovechar que te encontrabas ensimismada en tu desolación para "entrar" en tu entrepierna.
Le seguimos mañana...
Last Night I dream That somebody loved me-The Smiths
Last night I dreamt That somebody loved me
No hope, no harm Just another false alarm
So, tell me how long
Before the last one ?
And tell me how long
Before the right one ?
The story is old - I KNOW
But it goes onThe story is old - I KNOW
But it goes on
Oh, Goes on And on oh, goes on And on

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Well I got a bad liver and broken heart, yeah,
I drunk me a river since you tore me apart
And I don't have a drinking problem, 'cept when I can't get a drink
And I wish you'd a-known her, we were quite a pair,
She was sharp as a razor and soft as a prayer
So welcome to the continuing saga, she was my better half, and I was just a dog
And so here am I slumped, I've been chipped and I've been chumped on my stool
So buy this fool some spirits and libations, it's these railroad station bars
And all these conductors and porters, and I'm all out of quarters
And this epitaph is the aftermath, yeah I choose my path, hey, come on, Kath,
He's a lawyer, he ain't the one for ya
No, the moon ain't romantic, it's intimidating as hell,
And some guy's trying to sell me a watch
And so I'll meet you at the bottom of a bottle of bargain Scotch
I got me a bottle and a dream, it's so maudlin it seems,
You can name your poison, go on ahead and make some noise
I ain't sentimental, this ain't a purchase, it's a rental, and it's purgatory,
And hey, what's your story, well I don't even care
'Cause I got my own double-cross to bear
And I'll see your Red Label, and I'll raise you one more,
And you can pour me a cab, I just can't drink no more,
'Cause it don't douse the flames that are started by dames,
It ain't like asbestos
It don't do nothing but rest us assured,
And substantiate the rumors that you've heard
Tom Waits