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| Portrait of two unknow characters by Eustaquio Carrasco |
Then, I begged to have no pain.
All of a sudden I had no gain.
The taste of meals,
The breeze on my face,
The necking of your hands,
The touch of your lips,
It was dark and cold.
It was all gone.
I could not stand living that way.
I was to shoot myself but that was in vain.
Soon, an inner force came to light.
I was then introduced to a world of strangers.
Foreigners that came with me from the begining.
I had to interact with those, my friends.
I had to learn from those, my teachers.
There was Bob, for instance, quite and still.
He was the oldest among them. Watching over them all while they all play.
Vincente, a lazy ass. He could berely move.
Daniel, such a dreamer, spaced-out in fantasy.
Luis, a short-tempered one.
One would easily get mad on him for the sake of his rudeness.
Jason, a constant observer, detective-like.
He would not rest till he had found out a meaning to any and every movement detected.
Pedro, such a pervert. Jason was aware of him.
Jason would even close his eyes not to allow him glance at a girl's.
Jane, the only famale character I could see at that point, was a diplomat born.
A balancing point among those clumsy buddies. She loves arts and nature.
Episodes from an underground city under construction.
