6.00 – 6.10 – 6.20… la luz tenue se filtra por el techo, 6.30… soñé con K. era mi roomate, desde mi cama se escuchaba la plática que yo misma tenía con ella en la cocina y mientras preparaba café algo me reclamaba. 6.43, las campanas a lontananza, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang. El brazo sale, el torso, el pie, uno, bajan, dos, cuatro, bajan, seis, siete, bajan, bajan, el piso frío. ¡Clic!, la ropa cae, corre el líquido, envuelve el vapor la piel desnuda que al calor sale del sueño.
Algun vecino pone música:
Something in the way she moves,
Attracts me like no other lover.
Something in the way she woos me.
I don't want to leave her now,
You know I believe in how.
Somewhere in her smile she knows,
That I don't need no other lover.
Something in her style that shows me.
I don't want to leave her now,
You know I believe in how.
You're asking me will my love grow,
I don't know, I don't know.
You stick around now, it may show,
I don't know, I don't know.
Something in the way she knows,
And all I have to do is think of her.
Something in the things she shows me.
I don't want to leave her now.
You know I believe in how.
