LasCosasComoSon

Y entonces nos vamos a sentar acá a tratar de no decirnos mentiras. A callarnos tanto años que llevamos encima. A escupirnos sin abrir la boca. A jugar a la hipocresía. A desviar las miradas para que nadie se de cuenta cómo nos arden los celos en las entrañas y cómo queremos gritar "¡jueputa!" y romper esa botella y amenazarnos con miradas lastimeras (porque la lástima duele más que el odio) y tirar bien lejos esta mesa... y destruirnos y destruir cada cosa que nos hace parecer perfectos e ignorantes.  Así que lo único que vamos a hacer es sentarnos aquí, a brindar, a contar anécdotas sin moraleja, a reír exageradamente, a deformar miserablemente el pasado y suprimir con cuidado cada tú, cada mirada directa. Nos vamos a sentar ante esta mesa a fingir que no nos importa habernos negado la posiblilidad de quemarnos juntos. Sobretodo, vamos a tratar de no decirnos mentiras. Porque con toda esta farsa tenemos de sobra.

I was about to leave when I saw her standing outside the building. It seemed like she was waiting for me.  - How is he? - I asked trying not to look too anxious. - Better, he woke up yesterday. He's a bit groggy from all the drugs though. - Oh, well. I'm sure he's gonna be better in no time.- I said and I kept walking to my car. - He keeps calling your name- I turned around and stared at her feet. - I... I was the last person he saw. So I guess that's normal. - We both know that's not true. - She said and crossed her arms. - What do you mean?- I looked her in the eye. She looked away and took a deep breathe. - It's obvious that he never got over you. Whatever it was that you had... I... I can't fight against that. I love him. But there's only so much I can do.- she said. And then she looked at me in a way she had never, in two years, looked at me. It was the way you look at a worthy opponent.  I stood there, completely speechle...