Metaphors of a trip
There is a book by Charles Bukowski on the table. I prefer to read Paul Celan's poems. Wait. Although Stefan Zweig has good works, and his life is interesting, he was persecuted for being a Jew In the Second World War, and few know it but the movie The Grand Hotel Budapest was inspired by a book by him. It is not ready to begin. God, what a hideous thing it is to have as unique options read or commit suicide.Buah. Wordiness.
I've been living in a hotel for days as if I were a prostitute without clients. I would lie to you if I told you that I have not written large pieces here, I have approximately two long poetry books. The first one is called The lake of the gods' and the second one Looking at these walls.
Looking at these walls is the best introspection exercise I've ever done. Look, you told me that many times I was the best writer in the world, but you think all this is the product of my loneliness and my ego. Not so, I show in this book of poems.
Loneliness is not a good friend as many say. It is only a sacred state that if you know how to understand you can achieve many spiritual pleasures through it. With solitude grace can be achieved, I have not done it, I have achieved the opposite, I live by rummaging through books, writing aphorisms so that they remain in my legacies or are written on my tombstone in a few years.
So I always use a bit of drugs, I try to vary by week, the last one I tried was cannabis sativa, this time I chose a bit of LSD as if I came from a funky party!
To whom I lie? I am not so. But the dealer always comes and brings me something and I travel a little.Now is my first time with LSD, today after planning things with Elizabeth, she tells me that she will not be able to come, things got complicated and well ... C'est la vie.
Elizabeth also likes drugs, I would have liked to share with her today, she likes hotels, but hotels really embarrass me and at the same time I love them, of course, I stop worrying about shame when it's my turn to make love. to her .
Years ago, when I was not attached to loneliness, I was much embarrassed to enter the hotels and ask for rooms, my nerves were on edge, I do not know how I would take it now, Elizabeth is not coming, once again we suspend plans.
Start the trip while I browse my books, read a poem
Who will avoid your fall if you still do not speak to me Who will come if you do not leave yourself Who will love you if you do not know what love is? Where will you see if you only have me in front? How will you pay your debts? If you love the money so muchAnd I'm watching her, and she starts to vibrate. That, the one in front of me. While it vibrates, it begins to look transparent. I say that this can not be, ah, it's safe because of LSD, no, no. It is real. Something happens with this wall.
And I see something very far coming. As if the room next door was now twenty meters away, and it's ... it can not be. A giant foot walking towards me, but it can not pass, the wall is still there.
I am perplexed, the foot sits on the furniture and turns on the TV. If I am honest, it is a very beautiful foot, moderately long nails, red, bright, could charm me with such beauty. It's a foot that would eat me, I do not lie to you.
Keep watching tv, I do not know if he can see me, he does not have eyes, maybe he sees me with his nails, this is weird. Drugs are a very pleasant enigma if they are used well. This drug is good, while I see the foot, everything vibrates more in my body, I think I get excited.
I love this foot looks so feminine and sweet. Since Elizabeth does not come, it would not be bad to spend a carnal night with that beautiful, grotesque and pornographic giant foot. No, I better continue and finish with my poems, now that everything is slow the room has been filled with stars. Colorful stars, they do not burn, they give pleasure, they are beautiful. There is a glow floating all over the space. I think it comes from the room of the foot, I wonder what you will see on TV, I feel you watch me, the truth.
Wait, he's getting up off the couch and out the door, while I continue at the end of my book of poems, fix the last verses, Paul Valéry would be proud.
You fall in love with everything you seeThe foot touches my door. I open With terror but at the same time with pleasure.a bird in twilight,
the eyelid of the sand,
the giant foot that seduces me.
"What can I do for you?"
And he begins to eat me with kisses and he throws me to the bed and I fly again, another trip begins.
This is a story written for the 24 hours short story contest
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