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the Wait Words by Ivan Teruel Art by Juan Garcia It was three o’clock in the morning and the loud ring of the telephone once more cut short our light slumber of tossing and turning. It went straight to our eyelids, which suddenly stretched upwards to allow the eyes to go back to facing the vigil and restless conscience. Then we had to leave. And we did it almost with what we had on, and with nerves on edge, the mouth dry and anaesthetized in silence, with a lost gaze and tense with guilt. We would have liked to stop the clock, to undo once more that so bloody obligation, to hold it back, but that same necessity that accelerated the seconds dissolved them. We arrived almost before waking, almost before we realized it, with a sharp sweat that once again cleaved the porous skin of remorse. My brother was there again, in the room. And he was sat on that same bench as always, smoking as always, calm and serene as always, looking at us as we entered and smiling at us as always, waiting as always to see if that night we had the balls to kill him.

Eran las tres de la mañana y el telefonazo volvió a troncharnos el sueño ligero del duermevela. Nos lo diluyó hasta los párpados, que se estiraron bruscamente hacia arriba para que los ojos volvieran a enfrentarse con la vigilia y la conciencia revuelta. Entonces tuvimos que salir. Y lo hicimos casi con lo puesto y con el miedo de punta, con la boca seca y anestesiada de silencio, con la mirada perdida y crispada de culpa. Hubiéramos querido ponerle una cuña al tiempo para deshacer de nuevo aquella obligación tan sangrante, detenerlo, pero esa misma necesidad aceleraba los segundos, los disolvía. Llegamos casi antes de despertarnos, casi sin darnos cuenta, con un sudor afilado que otra vez nos hendía la piel porosa de remordimientos. Mi hermano volvía a estar allí, en la habitación. Y estaba sentado en aquella banqueta de siempre, fumando como siempre, tranquilo y sereno como siempre, mirándonos al entrar y sonriéndonos como siempre, esperando como siempre que aquella noche tuviéramos los huevos suficientes para matarlo.

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Babylon Magazine n#13 October / november  

Babylon Magazine n#13 (October / november 2010).

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