FROM MY POINT OF VIEW: Short story

Here I am, stunned, in front of that exuberant fair of flesh and sweat. Dressed for the occasion, with my best rags, indecisive between decadence, drunkenness, hunger or old age that looms. I still feel the exquisite odor left by the last customer of Anita, it was something superb !, a mixture of fried with patchouli, that Don is kind enough not to bathe in weeks and I thank him, although I still do not understand why the girls always make faces and gags when he does not see them.

I apologize for extending me in tastes and smells, but unlike you, I see life at another speed, if for you it is a second, for me it is an eternal photo.

Do you know that these women can satisfy up to twenty men a night? Of course it is a simple business, most of them end up before dropping their pants or falling off drunks while the girls scour the clothes . The aroma gives them away, it's as if they leave a business card each, including everything they've done before. To show a button, Don Eusebio, before coming, hugged his wife, his children put their hands in their pockets looking for a marshmallow that had been saved days ago and the piggy of his dog urinated shoes at six in the morning for fun.

All these intimate details I know because our nature is like this, to know the odors and to follow them, just as yours is to wallow in those filthy sheets, again and again, looking for what has not been lost. Sometimes, while I warm my wings in the morning, I think a lot about how these enormous masses of flesh and fat can intermingle without the opening of hell and devouring us all; but my grandfather said: "everyone who does with his ass wants it daughter" he was a good fly, but died at a young age for bathing in one of those pots that he liked.

Anita is already finished with Don Eusebio and his friend, he is getting ready to take care of his next victim. I still do not decide what feast to give me banquet, is that you humans are so pigs that one does not know which stick to hang. Look at that little boy, the most divine fruit of creation, shod in shit for a century while his mother makes money for food. Or the old woman who always takes the time, is pissed since lunch and no one pays attention. What would we do without the human miseries?

God was very consistent with us in creating you, there is no fly that does not have food safe while there are brothels!

Now, my dear reader, you know that he has already made up his mind, he will fly freely to the pool of blood that the drunkard will leave; What a puddle ?, you see well, as I see, Teresita is very bad character and that truhán not brought a penny, everything invested in the cane that is being taken and in a few moments is going to put together the zafarrancho. Between blows and scratches, it will come out or stumble or with the feet in front. So this fly is flogged and said goodbye not without first reminding you that sooner or later, be rich or poor, be white, black or mulatto; eat well and live long, so that my offspring have flesh, sweat and tears to live on!

Original of Michel Camacaro @astory
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