Her eyes are not as large as they seem the first time you see them. What happens is that they are so flirtatious they make you think things they never mean to say. Are the eyes truly the mirror of the soul? If so, this girl could give soul to the whole world and still have plenty left to love me… She doesn’t look crazy, but you also have to remember the saying “the lion is not as it is painted”… the hands… the hands… if the eyes are the mirror of the soul, shouldn’t the hands be what tell us where that person has been?… Well, the truth is, as they tell me, I philosophize more than my mind can handle… What a beautiful smile!… She looks happy… and a little distant, as if she wanted to be somewhere else… It would be nice to love her, for those eyes to look at me and tell me so many secrets, so many longings, and only… only so that I could fulfill them or… at least try. Yes! It would be nice to wake up in the morning and, before realizing you are alive another day, think of her, as if you needed to do it in order to breathe, what cheeks so full of warmth. They must come from so many words of love she has not been able to say. She is not clumsy; the way those guys are interrogating her she should already be at least red and with the table full of coffee — I mean anyone else would — but not her… not her… BUT WHAT!!!, HOLY…, WHAT A FOOL!!, what a body she has… There I go again, always thinking about damn!! sex; could it be that I am so broken I cannot look at a woman without trying to… here she comes back, she didn’t take long, she went to the bathroom and not to chat, is that a good sign?… Jorge… what if I ask her name?… Jorge… Is she from around here, where does she live?… Jorge, JORGE, damn it!… I want so badly to love. The thing is I feel alone, damn, how sad it makes me.
– JORGE!!!, for luck’s sake I’ve been talking to you for a while…
– What was it?!
– Let’s go already, tomorrow we have to get to the university early…
– Wait a second (let me look at her a little more)…
– I’m leaving!
– Ok!, let’s go!…
– Did you take your note?
– Yes, (I’m going to walk past her, come on give me a little look, THAT’S IT!, THAT’S IT!)…
– See you later!!
– (and now why is this guy saying hi to her?) you know her?…
– she studies with me…
– and how is she?
– a knockout, she went through almost the whole class…
– damn… (No problem, right now I don’t need the heart so go ahead and smash it to pieces)
It’s always the same filth, isn’t there one out there just the way I imagine her?… ahhhh!!… maybe tomorrow…