Another day in the jungle

How to start...feeling his hands on my skin, crossing the boundaries of my fantasies, I startle, open my eyes to the sound of the train, in tuned with the fast beating of my heart that suddenly stops. I walk in the cart and seat down.... there is an old lady across from me, I gaze at her look, she seems sad, lonely. There is a baby next to her, she barely looks, he smiles and in a split second, you can see the emptiness of her eyes looking back, like an empty canvas, with nothing left, no smile, no frown, just still water in an endless pond. Someone bumps in to her, it's a tall handsome blue eyes man, early thirties, he apologies with a smile, she raises her sight and a short glance, her eyes break in watery eyes, she looks back down, nobody notices.... but me. "116" the subway speaker announces, have to get down.... another day in the jungle, another morning in the twilight.

Subaway

Se siente un silencio repentino...el baterista hizo una pausa en su sinfonía de éxito soñado dentro de este túnel de emociones sin palabras. Algo cae...suena, y un botón rueda como una cascada en libertad. Es café y arranca de una chaqueta elegante, sin dudarlo se deposita en el suelo mas transitado del mundo. Esquiva el borde de la plataforma, como retando el destino y cae a los pies de la mirada perpetua de una mujer guapa; alta, ojos celestes y piel de porcelana. Esta sentada, quieta, perpetua ante tal osadía...mira al intrépido pensamiento circular, depositado en el concreto y sin pensarlo en un segundo aleja la mirada, como si su rebeldía tocara su alma. Silencio....a lo lejos una bocina anuncia la llegada del tren, una esperanza fugaz de que es momento de partir, ha llegado la hora de continuar el suspiro y permitir al corazón esconder palabras y disimular sentimientos una vez mas.