quarta-feira, 18 de novembro de 2009

It's me, Comedown...

smiled and closed the wool jacket.

the wind messed up his air, the rain sparkle his glasses without taking his smile away.

slowly close the café door behind him and quest for an empty table.

grab the smoothest pencil he had, draw a curved line, waltz that line until her face, her shoulders smiled back to him.

he took the café to the lips, eyes close, god how much he miss her...

he breathe deep one time... two times... and grab the cell phone


- i wish you where here right now- and send her the text message


he waited, waited until the drawing took him away from what he was waiting for...

finally, after about five minutes she message back

- why? are you horney? want some... Funkytime avec moi?

he smiled, not the i love you crazy smile, the basterd (tarantino style) she gonna be pissed one

- No! i want you here so you can go make me a sandwich women!!! no butter, just cheese.


it was a mess, it was a mess inside him, to have something so strong taking the control away from him... specially after so long, after so many battles won againts his inner demons, againts all the troubles that splashed all over him from time to time...

he had made the decision to not ever never ever forever never ever be caught in the position she took him now...

kinda like she kicked several types of ass until he had no way out but to recognize that he loves her...

(was she an emotional chuck norris on him?)


or was he just letting the princess inside him to reveal in a girly way of feeling? what a gay way of thinking! a men doesnt get emothional unless his team sodomized the rival 5-0 or the bell ringed for Rocky Balboa final round

(ok, if the dog dies, a dude can get emothional, if its the cat... fuck it, the cat was planing your dead all the time, karma got the kitten first)

the draw was almost done, somehow, manage to grab her smile, to stole it and draw it away now, her eyes, smile and naked shoulder...

suddently, like an elton john song you find you've been singing along in front of your bro's without you notice, the cell phone started to shake like a sugar addict or a womans vagina when Julio Iglesias walks in a 30km radius


- It's me... comedown


the door closed behind him, saw her coming out of the car and her image hit him... like a wave, like when they layed in his bed and he kissed her in the mouth without waking her up, without falling asleep just to absorv her body, her smell, like that wave... like the second before the wave hits you- like the mission song... And it hits me... just like a runaway train, and its blows me away... just like an hurricane...- she somehow made him fall on his knees everytime, surrender with no conditions just by looking at her...

looking at those brown eyes with so much to know inside, that hook him at the first time he saw her... and he did trully made an effort to check the cleavage- its a law, you gotta check the cleavage- but her eyes were to much for him to look some other place

her arms sorround him while she curled her back to kiss him

- i'm sorry for showing up... i gotta talk to you - she said, she kissed him, she made him know she was there to stay
- you see...im fucked up...
im loosing my shit cause of you...
i think of you all the time
and im going crazy when im not with u
and this never - EVER- happens to me
im fucking awesome, i have a great GPS-great personal style- and im looking like a teen in love with you
i dont give a fuck about your bitch ex
cause you're fucking mine-she started to point her finger to him, hitting him in the chest with it
...and im also hotter than her... and you know it boy!
and i know you love me, I know it!
but you better start to lose your shit with me quick, you better go insane without me and start showing up all the time cause you couldnt stand without me, no respect my space like you been doing...
and you better travel with me soon so we can be together just the two...
and you better take me today to the cinema to see new moon at the premier...
and you better say right now that you love me...
... or i'll fucking kill you!

- you wanna see the fairy movie?

- fairy? i mean the ...

- the mythic creature that runs around in the woods, doesnt kill people, shines and sparkles in the sun?... thats a fairy!! for me those movies need... Blade! yeah... wesley "no taxes" snipes showing up kicking some Emo-Vampire ass, droping the - I was born ready Motherfucker - line all over those legalize gay marriage fruty vampire...

- sometimes- she said while pushed him away- you are a jackass...

he grab her by the jacket belt back to him, she was going no where else than back to his arms, and she was going nowwhere else fast (nowhere fast- fire inc reference... im awesome)

- i already have 2 tickets... i know you wanted to see that...thing...

- you do?

- yes, i took care of it yeasterday... cause thats how i roll baby!

she smiled and kiss him, kiss him with passion, with surprise and power, with the slow tasting your love flavour... no need to hurry up...


- i guess that this means that i ... i kinda own you one... anything on your mind?

he smiled, basterd smile

-well... yes... YOU CAN MAKE ME A FUCKING SANDWICH WOMEN!!!



( to Liza, with love)

Um comentário:

R.E. disse...

Omg!!! I loved it! The writing style and the irony... You´re going places, kid. Thank you so much.