La Oreja takes my hands and gives them a tug so light I barely notice. The lightly tripping guitar of Espejo de mi vida trips from the stereo, and I am straining to see if Dark Eyes has come this time, and I have little patience for what takes me away.
La Oreja wants to show me who I am and brushes my cheek and laughs in the way she does, the sound welling up from her heart, turning to pure force and exploding like stars from her eyes.
'Yes?' I say, and she has my full attention.
She does not like Dark Eyes.
La Oreja makes a fist and puts the thumb side by her temple. She spirals the fist rapidly outward.
'This means dazzling,' she says...
And I am sinking into her large brown eyes.
'... but if you are just a little off, it means crazy.'
And then Dark Eyes walks in.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
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