domingo, 5 de agosto de 2012

MURMÚRIOS DE LISBOA CXIII

The Vampire & the Werewolf - Part X

Winner: Werewolf
Every time the vampire throws her crumbs she acts as if she harbours this ancient, deep, eternal famine that will never be satisfied, no matter how many or how fat those crumbs are. She has decided, thus, that she will no more be a weak, vulnerable hostage to the whims of this vampire.
Officially she now declares the werewolf to be the winner of this competition, for one simple, single reason, if for no other - the werewolf doesn't have to do absolutely anything at all to move her as he always seems to do, in ways that she can hardly explain even to herself. His mere existence is enough for her. His presence a gift from the gods. The pain that grows inside her heart whenever she contemplates him and knows he will never move a finger to touch her is sometimes more than unbearable, for it reaches that same ancient, deep, eternal famine that the vampire only manages to tease.
The vampire's provocations are like feathers of a very exotic bird tickling her senses. The denial of the werewolf is a heavy, earthly stake buried in her wounds, digging around with sadistic and masochistic will. If the vampire knew about any of this he would advise her not to let such weak matter as the flesh is take hold of her. He would smile his cynical smile and pat her on the back, stating "That's life". She knows he's right, of course. She knows she should just ignore everything. Forget it. Pretend it never happened. And if she can't do that, she should even move if necessary. Eliminate any opportunity to lay her eyes on the werewolf, smell his shadow or allow any thoughts about him or anything that resembles him to crawl into her brain. She should make both her heart and brain take a metaphorical cold shower, get soaking wet and wise up.
This is not a Gabriel Garcia Marquez novel and even if it was, sometimes they do not have a happy ending, or any ending at all. That is life, true.
But the werewolf wins, just the same, if not her heart, at least this contest.

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