The Man of Yellow Teeth
Those yellow teeth have always been with you, he asked?
I tried to Blanch them, but nothing said.
Still and all his heart and his emotions were more.
And when they met, the earth also turned to find them.
Somewhere in his memory, that distant question:
What may I do with those dreams that you brought into my life?
Maybe continue with you, and maybe you should find your own answers, he said.
It is best to think, I come from the other side of your door, perhaps a new opportunity, to live your life from another evening and their stars.
Everything seems to indicate that he never caresses his hair.
Of course, he would like to keep that detail in his memory and evoke it.
Like Proust, when dipped in his cup of tea the cupcake, and the indelible memory emerged from him.
Yes, the hours of the winter were insufficient.
Texts traveled from side to side of the city, although it was snowing.
Any excuse was used to see each other. Every morning, afternoon or night, as a whole existed for them.
And at dawn, when nearly frozen returning home, his wife read those messages while he was sleeping, and thought it came from a girlfriend.
Everything seems to indicate that it was, what something else may think? Never in her mind the idea that his husband was loved by a man.
Every minute that passed, each one lived and dreamed, the planet inhabited by two.
But as the day passes, it also drains the time, and is incessant understanding that it was the man with yellow teeth, who gave him the courage to open the doors of his life to the unstoppable force of love.
His wife and himself never wanted that it had happened and the man of yellow teeth either.