Riverwhore

Don't look at me like that Madame.

I am a bitch

just like you.

I am your husband's

sexual slave

when you are tired

and your kids are asleep.

I also thought

I could never do it.

But I left my heart

           behind,

hidden,

that useless organ

gives no money

but headaches.

Don't be so silly Madame.

I closed my eyes

and went ahead.

I did it,

and He paid for it.

I felt pity for him,

He showed none

for me.

But I sucked,

I ride,

I went on,

I received my money

and I went nowhere

to wipe my tears

                 alone.

Don't be hypocritical Madame.

I'm a bitch

just like you

I sell my body

to everyone

you sell it

to just one.  


Picture: Picasso-Weeping Woman

Capitulo I

El prólogo te atrapa

y solo quieres que dure

y dure

y disfrutar cada palabra,

cada instante que te brinda

tratando de no estropearlo

de no manipularlo,

de que permanezca

intacto..

Pero la historia avanza,

cambia, evoluciona.

Y llega el puto antagonista

con su cara, sus aires, su sonrisa.

fastidia a la protagonista,

la reduce a cenizas.

La heroína,

nada sabe de la vida,

cae,

llora,

se retuerce en su dolor...

Pero se siente viva.

y se arrodilla

y se levanta

y camina

y aprende...

            y continua

y pasa las páginas

y decide cuando

como

y donde

llegar al final.