You make lists in your head about what you want in a lover, like brown hair and a sweet voice. A sharp mind and a soft heart, a sense of humor that actually makes you laugh like you mean it. This and that. And it’s all bullshit. Because people aren’t lists. And I’ve always wanted to be the person who made someone realize that. I want to come across someone with a list in their head that is nothing like the person I am, and I want to show them what they didn’t even know they were looking for. People who think they know what they want are fooling themselves. Nobody really knows what they want.
Not until it’s right in front of them.
Espera
Toda la noche le esperó, con el corazón prensado en los durmientes, en el sobresalto que vendrá a ser la memoria. Los silbatos estriaban la madrugada, entre la neblina él y el cansancio de los extranjeros. Nunca volví. Suspendido en el brillo de los ojos, quieto desde la estación de San Bernardo, observo los trenes que llegaban, de donde nunca partió mi regreso.
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