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I take off my watch and put it in my pocket. For one night I want to forget the sentence I inherited, along with my last name, the day that I was born. I look at everybody else in the room, all consumed by their fleeting happiness, spilling their vain desire to be forever young on one another. The same desire that makes us believe that now, everything’s possible. I start to talk to a charming blonde and, absentmindedly, I put my hand in my pocket: tick tock. In an instant I see through the makeup. And I see her futile attempt to be something that she’s not. Yes, time has robbed you, too. Right now, this moment that I’m living with her, doesn’t exist anymore. It’s gone. Miro detrás del bar, a través del espejo que separa este universo legado a las agujas de reloj, de ese otro mundo que sé que existe, ese mundo donde todo está suspendido, donde todo está en vilo. Es sólo una tierna hoja de cristal, es solo vidrio pero veo como todos (yo, la rubia, los que fuman al final de la barra), estamos allí. Estamos igual que aquí: con la misma ropa, el mismo peinado, la misma copa. Solo que allí somos felices. Allí

no va a pasar nada, allí sí somos jóvenes. En el espejo veo como la rubia me acaricia, me sostiene la cabeza. Y siento, primero dentro del cristal, como el cuello se arquea y se humedece con el calor de su boca. Cierro los ojos. Tengo todo el derecho de creer, que ahí dentro, todo tiene que ser igual de bueno. I look behind the bar, through the great wall mirror that separates this universe sown together with Time’s needles from that other world that I know exists. A world suspended in space, where everything hangs still. It’s just a tender crystal sheet, it’s only glass – but I see how everybody (the blonde woman, the people at the end of the bar, me), everybody is there. We are there just like we are here: same clothes, same haircut, same drink. Only that in there we are happy. Nothing’s going to happen there. There we really are young. In the mirror I see how the blonde woman caresses me, how she holds my head. I also feel, first within the mirror, how my neck arches and becomes moist with her mouth’s warmth. I close my eyes. I have a right to believe that in there, everything’s got to be this good.

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Humanize Magazine is a completely bilingual publication (Spanish and English) that deals with indie and alternative culture in an innovative...

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Humanize Magazine is a completely bilingual publication (Spanish and English) that deals with indie and alternative culture in an innovative...

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