Part 2La había visto un par de veces por el barrio, era young lady (unos 22 años) sus ojos y pelo oscuros como la noche contrastaban con lo blanco y puro de su piel. Tenía dos tatuajes que adornaban su brazo y espalda. Siempre andaba a las corridas, esquivando miradas como si llevara la tormenta en los talones. No era de las que se quedaban mirando vidrieras, ni cuchicheando con las otrasen la Booty del Rapipago.
Se llamaba Valentina, pero en el barrio todos la conocían por la hermana del transa. Se decía que tenía un hermano mayor, que había comido un par de años cana por vender de lo que cultivaba, y que ahora se dedicaba a vender falopa.
Volvamos a la historia: Valentina. Había bajado hacía un rato con El Cuza, su hermano, un tipo con más músculos que cerebro y fama de hacer cumplir sus caprichos a los golpes. La tenía agarrada del brazo, como si fuera un perro con correa. Valentina apenas se movía, con un vestido rojo que marcaba cada curva, como si estuviera hecha de fuego.
El Cuza, con su cara de pocos amigos y la mirada fija en cualquier lugar menos en ella, me saludó con una sonrisa irónica. ¿Qué haces, Mati, disfrutando del agite? Sabía que me estaba tanteando. La fama precedía. Le sonreí de vuelta, con un brillo de desafío en los ojos. Disfrutando, como vos, Cuza.
Valentina apenas me dirigió una mirada, rápida como un relámpago, y la apartó, como si le diera vergüenza el roce de mi mirada. Me gustaba eso. Las chicas que se dejaban llevar por el primer movimiento, no me interesaban.
A ella no le gusta la fiesta, dijo El Cuza, con una voz que parecía un trueno seco.
Yo sí que la disfruto, Cuza, repliqué, y le tiré una sonrisa a Valentina que ella no pudo evitar. El Cuza me observó con recelo. Le gustaba el control, ese era su juego. Y yo iba a jugar con él.
¿Te gusta el whisky, Valen?, le pregunté, sin dejar de mirarla. Ella no respondió, pero me miró con esa mezcla de desconfianza y deseo que me tenía enganchado.
Ella no take, said El Cuza, with a threatening tone.
It's fine, I said without losing my calm. Then I'll bring you a drink, Cuza. What do you think? The best one in the bar.
The confident Cuza took the glass offered to him. A few minutes later, I saw him with his gaze clouded and his mouth twisted by a mixture of alcohol and pills he had been served, and he had fallen asleep in a corner of the living room. His rough breathing, interrupted by irregular gasps, was music to my ears. I had drugged him, not to harm him, nor to take advantage of him, but to free Valentina.
She stayed there, with that gaze that made your skin crawl, as if she were reading your thoughts. I'd better go, she said, but her voice trembled a little. It wasn't just any I'd better go, it was a I have to leave and a I can't stay, as if she had to return to the fold.
And my chest felt tight, the idea of her leaving made me feel a hollow in my stomach. I didn't want her to leave.
Don't go yet, I said, almost whispering. The party's just starting. She moved a little further into the balcony, as if searching for some fresh air in that sea of people swirling around us, like a bird escaping from its cage.
I stayed silent, watching her dance with the music. I saw her move her hips like a willow tree in the breeze, and it was as if the music were running through her body, speaking to her soul. The music likes it when they dance, I said, with a smile that slipped out without wanting to.
Valentina blushed a little, as if she had been embarrassed by my comment. I don't know how to dance.
I don't either, I said, winking. But we can learn together, can't we? I extended my hand, like a medieval knight offering his arm to a lady. She took it, and I felt the soft, warm touch of her skin that made me tremble inside.
And there, without saying anything, just with the music in the background, we moved, a little clumsy, a little awkward, but with a joy that was felt in every step. The music enveloped us like a blanket, making us feel as if we were the only two, in the middle of the quilombo, in a world of smoke and desire.
The atmosphere became dense, like steam that enveloped you, the music vibrated on the walls, and the smell of beer, of puchero, mixed with her perfume so sweet that she had. I felt that the anxiety that had accompanied me all night was going away, disappearing, as if she, by just being there, filled me with strength, gave me a desire to live, to feel, to forget the darkness that had pursued me for so long.
Suddenly, Valentina stopped dancing, looked at me with that picaresque smile that drove me crazy. Let's go outside, she said, like a whisper that only I could hear. I need fresh air.
I followed her like a faithful dog, to the balcony. Valentina leaned on the railing, with that pose that made you nervous, and took out a cigarette from her purse. Her body was outlined against the railing, and I couldn't help but look at how her sweater tightened on her back, marking the curve of her shoulders and lifting her hip, making my eyes wander to her ass.
Do you like pot? she asked with a wink that made your hair stand on end.
I don't dislike it, I replied, with a dry throat, trying to sound casual. She smiled, a smile that could melt your soul, and offered me the cigarette. I inhaled deeply, and never had I seen anyone smoke a joint with such sensuality, as if it were a ritual. Her red lips surrounded the mouthpiece, her dark eyes shone with a light that wasn't of this world, and I felt trapped in her gaze.
The best part of the night, she said, releasing a cloud of smoke that merged with the dark sky. I cultivate this good, don't you see?
Yes, they're yours, I love them, I replied without hesitation.
I only smoke pressed ones, I added.
Fumming makes me sensitive, she said with a picaresque smile. Does it happen to you too? she asked, with a look that made you feel like she was reading your soul. truth is that I had never thought about it before. I smoked to forget, to escape, to stop thinking about the things that hurt me. But she, with that gaze, made me doubt.
I don't know if it's sensitive, but it gives you other desires, didn't you see?, I replied, unable to avoid a wink. She nodded, as if she were in agreement, and looked at me from top to bottom, with those dark eyes that trapped like a spider web.
Do you like my sweater?, she asked, with a smile that made my skin crawl. Her Redondos sweater had risen slightly with the movement, revealing a bit of her belly. And on her skin, a tattoo that extended to the base of her spine, made me imagine things I didn't have to imagine.
It's a bit... strong, I said, with a tone that pretended to be casual but couldn't hide the truth. The truth is that I liked it, I really liked it, that sweater, that belly, that tattoo. And she liked that I liked it, that was clear.
I like it too, she said, with a smile that transformed into a mischievous grimace. I like it when guys get stuck looking. And she looked at me with an intensity that left me breathless.
And you, what do you like?, I asked her, with a dry throat, unable to avoid a slight tremble in my voice.
She shrugged her shoulders, as if it were something unimportant. I don't know, I don't have much time to think about those things. But her eyes, those dark eyes, told me another story. They told me that she did think about those things, that she liked thinking about those things, and that she was inviting me to enter her game.
But you have time now, I said, with a soft tone, almost supplicating. And so do I.
Valentina let out a little laugh, like a bell moving between her lips, and came closer to me, so close that I could feel the warmth of her body, the perfume she wore, the force of her gaze.
You're right, she said, with a smile that made my head spin. And I don't want to waste it.
And she gave me one last look, as if... He been checking myself out before adding: 'Besides, it's getting cold and I don't like my guests to shiver with cold.' His tone was so casual, so natural, that it took me a little while to process the invitation. 'To your place?' I asked, almost unable to believe it. 'Yes, what do you think?' he said, with a wink that made me feel like he was playing with me, like he was playing with fire. And I, without thinking twice, let myself be carried away.It seems perfect to me, I replied, with a smile that stretched from ear to ear. And in that moment, I felt like the world was changing around me. The night, which had previously seemed dark and full of dangers, now transformed into a space of possibilities, dreams, and desires. And Valentina, with that mischievous smile, with that gaze that made you feel like you were entering a new world, was leading me by the hand.
Se llamaba Valentina, pero en el barrio todos la conocían por la hermana del transa. Se decía que tenía un hermano mayor, que había comido un par de años cana por vender de lo que cultivaba, y que ahora se dedicaba a vender falopa.
Volvamos a la historia: Valentina. Había bajado hacía un rato con El Cuza, su hermano, un tipo con más músculos que cerebro y fama de hacer cumplir sus caprichos a los golpes. La tenía agarrada del brazo, como si fuera un perro con correa. Valentina apenas se movía, con un vestido rojo que marcaba cada curva, como si estuviera hecha de fuego.
El Cuza, con su cara de pocos amigos y la mirada fija en cualquier lugar menos en ella, me saludó con una sonrisa irónica. ¿Qué haces, Mati, disfrutando del agite? Sabía que me estaba tanteando. La fama precedía. Le sonreí de vuelta, con un brillo de desafío en los ojos. Disfrutando, como vos, Cuza.
Valentina apenas me dirigió una mirada, rápida como un relámpago, y la apartó, como si le diera vergüenza el roce de mi mirada. Me gustaba eso. Las chicas que se dejaban llevar por el primer movimiento, no me interesaban.
A ella no le gusta la fiesta, dijo El Cuza, con una voz que parecía un trueno seco.
Yo sí que la disfruto, Cuza, repliqué, y le tiré una sonrisa a Valentina que ella no pudo evitar. El Cuza me observó con recelo. Le gustaba el control, ese era su juego. Y yo iba a jugar con él.
¿Te gusta el whisky, Valen?, le pregunté, sin dejar de mirarla. Ella no respondió, pero me miró con esa mezcla de desconfianza y deseo que me tenía enganchado.
Ella no take, said El Cuza, with a threatening tone.
It's fine, I said without losing my calm. Then I'll bring you a drink, Cuza. What do you think? The best one in the bar.
The confident Cuza took the glass offered to him. A few minutes later, I saw him with his gaze clouded and his mouth twisted by a mixture of alcohol and pills he had been served, and he had fallen asleep in a corner of the living room. His rough breathing, interrupted by irregular gasps, was music to my ears. I had drugged him, not to harm him, nor to take advantage of him, but to free Valentina.
She stayed there, with that gaze that made your skin crawl, as if she were reading your thoughts. I'd better go, she said, but her voice trembled a little. It wasn't just any I'd better go, it was a I have to leave and a I can't stay, as if she had to return to the fold.
And my chest felt tight, the idea of her leaving made me feel a hollow in my stomach. I didn't want her to leave.
Don't go yet, I said, almost whispering. The party's just starting. She moved a little further into the balcony, as if searching for some fresh air in that sea of people swirling around us, like a bird escaping from its cage.
I stayed silent, watching her dance with the music. I saw her move her hips like a willow tree in the breeze, and it was as if the music were running through her body, speaking to her soul. The music likes it when they dance, I said, with a smile that slipped out without wanting to.
Valentina blushed a little, as if she had been embarrassed by my comment. I don't know how to dance.
I don't either, I said, winking. But we can learn together, can't we? I extended my hand, like a medieval knight offering his arm to a lady. She took it, and I felt the soft, warm touch of her skin that made me tremble inside.
And there, without saying anything, just with the music in the background, we moved, a little clumsy, a little awkward, but with a joy that was felt in every step. The music enveloped us like a blanket, making us feel as if we were the only two, in the middle of the quilombo, in a world of smoke and desire.
The atmosphere became dense, like steam that enveloped you, the music vibrated on the walls, and the smell of beer, of puchero, mixed with her perfume so sweet that she had. I felt that the anxiety that had accompanied me all night was going away, disappearing, as if she, by just being there, filled me with strength, gave me a desire to live, to feel, to forget the darkness that had pursued me for so long.
Suddenly, Valentina stopped dancing, looked at me with that picaresque smile that drove me crazy. Let's go outside, she said, like a whisper that only I could hear. I need fresh air.
I followed her like a faithful dog, to the balcony. Valentina leaned on the railing, with that pose that made you nervous, and took out a cigarette from her purse. Her body was outlined against the railing, and I couldn't help but look at how her sweater tightened on her back, marking the curve of her shoulders and lifting her hip, making my eyes wander to her ass.
Do you like pot? she asked with a wink that made your hair stand on end.
I don't dislike it, I replied, with a dry throat, trying to sound casual. She smiled, a smile that could melt your soul, and offered me the cigarette. I inhaled deeply, and never had I seen anyone smoke a joint with such sensuality, as if it were a ritual. Her red lips surrounded the mouthpiece, her dark eyes shone with a light that wasn't of this world, and I felt trapped in her gaze.
The best part of the night, she said, releasing a cloud of smoke that merged with the dark sky. I cultivate this good, don't you see?
Yes, they're yours, I love them, I replied without hesitation.
I only smoke pressed ones, I added.
Fumming makes me sensitive, she said with a picaresque smile. Does it happen to you too? she asked, with a look that made you feel like she was reading your soul. truth is that I had never thought about it before. I smoked to forget, to escape, to stop thinking about the things that hurt me. But she, with that gaze, made me doubt.
I don't know if it's sensitive, but it gives you other desires, didn't you see?, I replied, unable to avoid a wink. She nodded, as if she were in agreement, and looked at me from top to bottom, with those dark eyes that trapped like a spider web.
Do you like my sweater?, she asked, with a smile that made my skin crawl. Her Redondos sweater had risen slightly with the movement, revealing a bit of her belly. And on her skin, a tattoo that extended to the base of her spine, made me imagine things I didn't have to imagine.
It's a bit... strong, I said, with a tone that pretended to be casual but couldn't hide the truth. The truth is that I liked it, I really liked it, that sweater, that belly, that tattoo. And she liked that I liked it, that was clear.
I like it too, she said, with a smile that transformed into a mischievous grimace. I like it when guys get stuck looking. And she looked at me with an intensity that left me breathless.
And you, what do you like?, I asked her, with a dry throat, unable to avoid a slight tremble in my voice.
She shrugged her shoulders, as if it were something unimportant. I don't know, I don't have much time to think about those things. But her eyes, those dark eyes, told me another story. They told me that she did think about those things, that she liked thinking about those things, and that she was inviting me to enter her game.
But you have time now, I said, with a soft tone, almost supplicating. And so do I.
Valentina let out a little laugh, like a bell moving between her lips, and came closer to me, so close that I could feel the warmth of her body, the perfume she wore, the force of her gaze.
You're right, she said, with a smile that made my head spin. And I don't want to waste it.
And she gave me one last look, as if... He been checking myself out before adding: 'Besides, it's getting cold and I don't like my guests to shiver with cold.' His tone was so casual, so natural, that it took me a little while to process the invitation. 'To your place?' I asked, almost unable to believe it. 'Yes, what do you think?' he said, with a wink that made me feel like he was playing with me, like he was playing with fire. And I, without thinking twice, let myself be carried away.It seems perfect to me, I replied, with a smile that stretched from ear to ear. And in that moment, I felt like the world was changing around me. The night, which had previously seemed dark and full of dangers, now transformed into a space of possibilities, dreams, and desires. And Valentina, with that mischievous smile, with that gaze that made you feel like you were entering a new world, was leading me by the hand.
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