Waching daily Jan 31 2018

she was not for me I knew it over and over

I made that reality disappear from my

mind. She married an idiot, a

mediocre one who loves the system,

someone who has no complaints

because his life seems like

good enough and do not envy anything

nor anyone. For my part, I did not like

any nationality and of any

ideology.

I let great writers and poets

be my teachers and the street did

the rest.

Neither envied anything because in my dreams

everything belonged to me. With her it was

different,

I had it in my dreams but when I wake up she

was not by my side, I complained and cursed

for the bad luck that had taken over

me and for the punishment of despair

to live without her day after day,

I wanted the death of her husband, that

bastard with all my strength,

I imagined what it would be like to

twist her neck and see how his breathing stopped

after suffering and agony but if

I had done it

I would give up my beloved therefore

I was still lost in thoughts that would never

materialize. This morning

everything changed.

She, my darling, my moon, my dawn, my life,

she had died from a disease

that until then I did not know.

I went to his home but I was not allowed to

enter, i did not protest, I did not say

a word, I just turned around, I did not

even look into the eyes of whoever

had told me.What would it have been? On

the way home I made a stop at a bar to

which he had never entered but given the

moment I needed to drink how

plants need water to live.

I drank gin, not a glass, there were several, one

behind the other,

I wanted to forget not only the death of the

only woman I've loved but also

tthat would not allow me to attend

the wake, the last chance to see

his angelic face.

I went home and kept torturing myself

I drank until I fell to the ground defeated by

alcohol.

When I woke up I looked at the clock, it was

nine o'clock at night, it was only two

hours that the body of my sweet angel

it rested two meters underground.

do not torment me because I knew that neither

her family nor her husband I would

have been allowed to attend church or

the burial. there were no reasons, I had not

done anything wrong,quite the opposite,

maybe I loved her too, maybe I gave it all

without expecting anything, that's why he betrayed me and

his family left me aside.

do not let time pass, my head

hurt, I was dizzy, just

I stood on my feet but I got my strength and I

held on. At that time I thought it was

time to make a visitto my beloved, the

last visit.

[Music]

I chose the fastest way

it was raining, the sky was

completely grey, the day seemed like

it was against me but that did not matter to me.I arrived

at the cementery, the doors were open

but there was no one there, not even

the guard.

Here were hardly stars, I knew

they had left with her, I looked at the sky and

I didn't see the moon,

the wolves in the distance howled, they made

the night terrifying.

I found the grave, in it a great cross

surrounded by flowers, I took a shovel near that

would belong to the guard, I started digging

little by little I came to contemplate the coffin

full of nails, remove them one by one, I opened the lid

and there she was still, being beautiful and

the worms had not made

an appearance

nor the putrefaction. I was not satisfied

with looking,I went down the bottom, I picked

her up and I brought it to the surface.

I walked the road home again,

in that terrible walk I saw

some people but nobody noticed that in my arms

he carried a corpse, a beautiful

corpse.

[Music]

I opened the house door, I talked to her and I told her

that I wanted her

cursed the disease that had taken over

her and I asked him why

my side was never.

I came to my room and I laid her down. His

shroud was white and intact

just a little wet, her blond fringe

like a chrysantemum rested on her

forehead,

his lips were contracted and its color

was marble, his face completely

pale and his rigid hands with the

nails trimmed in a perfect way.

I fell on her, I moved the shroud, enough

for his inert shoulders

to be bare, his eyes remained

closed and sewn,

I still kiss her, his lips were cold,

I panicked but I kept kissing her, finally

it was mine, finally he had it and not only

in my dreams.

I kept undressing her to the hip, the

breasts they were uncovered, more than

once I dreamed of them and I thought that 127 00:05:49,880 --> 00:05:52,699 one day should breastfeed our

children,

today that memory was still alive but when

looking up, I was with the damn

reality. I played with his hair, I pushed back

the fringe,she did not like that in life

he did but now she did not complain and I

wanted to discover its magic. I touched

his hands, I directed them to my face

I felt cold, But I did not care.I got

sleepy and I went to bed with her, in the same

bed, as it should have been. Suddenly

I heard a loud bang on the front

door, no doubt someone was there.

I waited with my arm behind his

back and with the radio at an almost imperceptible

volume, her husband appeared accompanied

by police, There were four of them and they were

armed, with unfriendly attitude and with

a face of disbelief, some vomited, and

the bravest ones arrested me, I didn't

resist. My way

must be that, there was no choice.

Her husband looked at me and I do not know who he cursed,

my beloved was still in bed, inert,

cold, dead...

[Music]

Today I write these lines from my cell,

my last lines... they have condemned me

to die, and when the dawn comes my destiny will

be fulfilled.

the story you just heard is a

original story of alberto hernández