The balcony was my favorite part of the house. could get a back-bench, a folding table and ready. Already installed. Between my bed and the balcony only brought an wrought iron gate and coarse crystals, my lighter shades of gray cloth and the feeling of freedom that I was to be leaning over the world. I brought the control of the stereo, the speakers pointed out and I started to write, or have already pulled the guitar and I started to search for lost notes in that song I've ever done. Ever brought to the balcony TV, ice chest and a flag on my computer to make fun of the neighbors who are very fanatical presumed rival. Nothing personal, just a feeling of superiority to hold up to ridicule each of the five goals on that occasion gave the victory to the top of my loves. Sublime.
From that place looked go by in the distance, sterile buildings downtown and beyond, the trees at the zoo. Passing flocks of birds to rest in the fences, antennas and all that place was suitable. If it had happened as a child, was aiming my slingshot, but this spirit of hunting had become a bit, luckily for avechuchos. On many occasions, I was about to take the passion to the balcony too, but for some reason or another one, that simply was not possible. Damn.
"Just make it night and did not pass so many people" had ever told me, between gasps. Bingo! - But that night killed the son of a former prosecutor and had to go through the note. The bathroom, the hallway, bus seats, classrooms, offices and even deserted stairs knew of my adventures, but the balcony was still there, challenging me. That's why I started to give hands of cat talachitas, painting and even spotting the floor, if offered. Two pots, one chair, extension cord for the coffee and there was, as soon as you got the sun, writing, drawing, mulling thousands of situations in which my lover I would say yes, that also made him lay them erotic on the balcony and without a word more, always giving a wild passion. But on Monday, and tart arrived was "anxious" ... did not go out of bed until the next day, and neighbors gave sweeping the porch, boiling coffee, taking out his trash ... on Wednesday, Mengano, who was blown away, promising at least an exciting orgasm using only his head. I did not hesitate, aware of his abilities, but on Tuesday, I discovered that she had a boyfriend at work and I had serious doubts as to enable his mouth on me. We were not accomplices anymore.
So, I looked at some other options. Maybe that I always ran into a reporter in the SEMEFO and made me funny and flirtatious eyes orders, but had to fall into the vulgarity of "going dancing" rather than simply do the same and take as few possessed. I also came to look upon the sister of the grocery store, black curly brunette strong and stiff, but I held back the fact that greeted me with such familiarity ... imagine that find no such request then let me visit, being so close and with so much free time.
grateful then my selective gland. As soon began to fall clothes, to go hands after the flesh, I knew if it was possible or not fulfill that request instructed to turn the balcony in a perfect lovemaking. Fell on the floor checkered skirts, navy blue jeans, work clothes and even the occasional flirty dress ... but that "something" in the gestures, the cries in the contortions, I said "no, this does not will want "... and taking advantage of post-orgasmic four sentences, she was let go. Invariably, they made a curtain aside, saw the site in question and ask me things. "What floor?" - "What if viewed from the street, no?" ... Never a simple "Go!" And how to convince a woman is the work of giants, at least in that need, preferred to continue as if nothing, frolicking among the four walls.
a Wednesday doubleheader, was in known brothel. I say, known to those who, like me, like a plate of snacks between loggerhead and loggerhead. And suddenly, the nearby soccer, with his bag of chelas, across the street. Walking with his massive legs sheathed in a small short and yellow shirt with blue. That good! - I remember that I said. She faced sangrona. I do not remember who told me later, the thing is, the cooler the TV and went to the balcony. "It is good to see these losers alone" - I said when opening the first of its harvest. We are committed to goals conceded and noted. His team got one and I had to stay in boxers, put on his shirt and scream ridiculously batons. It was a bit of night, so nothing happened. But then the tie. Now, he removed his shoes and loosened hair. I know, as punishment, is an idiot, but ... the instinct to get the slingshot had changed by the need to see more skin. His team lost 3 to 1, the beers are gone and the league of his hair was tangled in the ferns. I did not bring anything else. Or pillows or blankets or anything. The balcony and she lost her virginity, fear of being discovered. The balcony to the bed and bed to your home. Thanks for the beers - I said. He smiled and kissed me to go, without turning and moving beautifully.
came the playoffs, then the final or your computer or mine arrived. Closures occurred in the normal and thus left the block. I moved. Farewell to the balcony, pentatonic scales poorly executed, the collection of bottle caps and the songs of Nat King Cole in the morning. Goodbye, balcony, until then, big birds. Farewell, beautiful ... and I realized that one, actually, may come to love football.
