Granadinos Errantes

   The first time I saw her... Everything in my head went quiet. All the tics, all the constantly refreshing images just disappeared. When you have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, you don’t really get quiet moments. Even in bed, I’m thinking: Did I lock the doors? Yes. Did I wash my hands? Yes. Did I lock the doors? Yes. Did I wash my hands? Yes. But when I saw her, the only thing I could think about was the hairpin curve of her lips.. Or the eyelash on her cheek. the eyelash on her cheek. the eyelash on her cheek. I knew I had to talk to her. I asked her out six times in thirty seconds. She said yes after the third one, but none of them felt right, so I had to keep going. On our first date, I spent more time organizing my meal by color than I did eating it, or fucking talking to her... But she loved it. She loved that I had to kiss her goodbye sixteen times or twenty-four times or if it was Wednesday. She loved that it took me forever to walk home because there are lots

               "Sin ser me vuelvo duro como una roca..." Mi sonrisa es un traje de luces, mi capote es la eterna mirada, el alma.... una proporción áurea  Paseo despistado por Granada buscando mi Tótem, nunca consigo despertar de esta racionalidad.                  "Mientras tanto pasan las horas..." Se acercan días de autodestrucción, siempre se lo achaco a ser Géminis, a mi irremediable doble personalidad, al murmullo de romper la cadena que aguanta las horas. No se sobre que escribir, pero sí lo se. Tengo tanto que decir, tanto por lo que gritar y tanto por lo que mantener la compostura.                    Aún hoy recuerdo los últimos besos en la mañana, los restos de Lorca y Dalí, cierto aroma dulce a sueño, mi patetismo y el pelo enredado. Quien me conoce sabe mi atípica forma de amar , de sentir, de morder. El problema es que cuanto más me adentro en mí más me pierdo y las alas se vuelven más grandes, " Te estoy tejiendo un par de al