It's three o'clock in the afternoon Salome as she always waits for him, on the threshold of her house, it has taken a month for her to agree to see him, just at this hour when her parents are asleep and they are sure she is too, why wouldn't they be? She is an only child and has been raised with love and education under the strictest moral values and although she is already eighteen, she never showed signs of rebellion or nonconformity, always quiet, always submissive, always obedient, but not for lack of will or character, on the contrary, since childhood she always showed signs of great maturity and an amazing ability to recognize and understand the emotional entanglements of life, with a strict method of observation and analysis. She was always careful not to get emotionally involved with the object of study: classmates, neighbors, even relatives.
However, she was inhabited by a kind of inexplicable duality, inside her there seemed to coexist an entity of fire that sometimes seemed to burn her inside, to consume her, a passionate and unbridled being whom she should always keep under strict surveillance, just for that reason she avoided creating emotional ties that could awaken the beast - she used to call herself that way sometimes and she smiled -.
In the eyes of the world, she was a helpless and fragile being, only she, in the privacy of her room, let this madness drain to the rhythm of music and dance, while she traced lines and shot paint on her canvases - a hobby she always enjoyed, just like reading - she traced lines and mental maps, she drew her accounts. She was a cocoon cooking her wings and the time had come for her to use them for the first time. However, I was completely convinced that full and absolute freedom did not depend on what I dared to do.
didn't depend on what she dared or didn't dare to do, it depended on proving herself and having the emotional and spiritual strength to walk the shore without getting her feet wet.
Derek is about to arrive, his little dove is waiting for him, so innocent and appetizing, he loves to see how her eyes shine when she sees him, he feels satisfied with his work, he is closer and closer to accomplish his goal, to nail his flag in virgin territory. He didn't initiate the bet, but he accepted it out of virile pride, just that, the truth is he doesn't even like that kind of pink girls, incapable of breaking a plate, but he would make her vibrate. He had already studied the terrain: big girl, never goes out without her parents, head into books, a piece of cake. All that was needed was a touch of cloying romanticism, an air of sanctimoniousness and, yes, the verb, the good word, thanks to his drunken father who read in his sleep, he had mastered the art of the word and even the most awakened could make believe that he was a scholar. He's on his way, drops his cigarette, takes a mint and fixes his hair. That he has not even given her a first kiss and he in these failures of a monk! She was a nun, but very soon he knew how to discover her habit!
They met, he looked at her with those blue eyes with an intensity that would have melted any wall that afternoon. Salome feels her blood burn, her lips tremble, the beast wants to come out and throw the man against the bars, grab him by the shirt, tear it and pull out her dragon nails, Salome imposes herself, subjugates her, she barely manages to restrain herself.
Bored of so much absurd shyness and frustrated, he decides to leave, but not without getting out of his role, she sweetly kisses his cheeks and enters his house, but behind the door, she watches him, sees a cab pass by and without knowing why she takes it, tells him to raise the dark windows and follow that man in the best style of Hollywoood, after two blocks she saw how the man, What she did hate was the lie, seeing him laughing loudly with his friends, people she knew very well because they were from her neighborhood, she felt the desire to open the door and go out to slap him, she put her hand on the handle, but she restrained herself.
The chauffeur asked her if she knew those men, who looked more like gang members with their motorcycles than anything else, and she looked like she had just stepped out of a convent, but out of one of those old stories.
She answered, firmly: "No, did you? "Of course not! - said the man- "Those bums are the ones who with their stupid Saturday night races almost killed me a few days ago, they should all be put in jail before a disgrace happens"!
She went home, feeling stupid and thankful to have followed her impulse, she had really moved the floor, the "object of study" but the time for revenge had come, she would call him at night, promising the longed-for kiss, if he was as she imagined him now, she would know that a night invitation to a lady's bedroom meant something more compromising than a kiss. When he arrived he would throw her a pitcher of ice water and that would be the end of the experiment.
The night came, she waited until one o'clock in the morning and called him, whispered an invitation, telling him that she was sorry for the damage caused in the afternoon and that now after thinking it over, she did want to give him her first kiss. There was a lot of noise in the background, engines running and female laughter in the background. At that moment she remembered that it was Saturday and that at this precise moment she would surely be having a great time in other not so decent company. After stammering, he assured her that he couldn't be there right then because he had to go out to buy medicine for his sick mother, but that he would be there later, around four or five o'clock without fail. As best she could, she continued in her role and said goodbye affectionately, when she hung up, she exploded, she could not contain her anger, the rage consumed her. She took out some scissors from her night table, she would have liked to nail them, she took out some pants and cut them with abandon, she looked for one of her many black blouses and cut it at the level of her breasts, revealing her navel and her spectacular encrypted figure, she let her hair down, put on some perfume, took some money and went out of her window. She was blind, she didn't know what she was doing, it wasn't her.
As soon as she got out a cab passed by, she told him, take me to where the action is, the motorcycle races, you know where it is. The cab driver nodded and took her to her destination. He said, wait for me here, don't let me see you, I won't be long. The man was spellbound by her beauty, he never moved. As she entered the circle of this nocturnal subculture, like a magnet she attracted all the feverish glances of the men who could not stop being ecstatic at the sight, she walked with such confidence, mischief and flirtatious arrogance, spreading her wings, taking out her claws and stood in front of him, the man who was deceiving her.
"The knight errant" was on his steed of steel, talking very intimately with a girl, hearing the commotion caused by his intrusion into the group, he wanted to get a better look at the sexy and mysterious girl who had them hallucinating, he could not recognize her, but when he distinguished her his pupils dilated, his face paled, his lips seemed to tremble, the girl next to him felt displaced to see herself completely ignored and left.
Salome slowly approached him without saying a word, caressed his face, lightly touched his lips, moved her fingers gently down his neck, his chest, without ceasing to look him provocatively in the eyes while she caressed his lips with her tongue and came closer and closer. With her left hand she reached into the man's hair and pulled his head closer to her and with her right hand, which had already gone a long way, she grabbed him by his hip while she opened her lips between his lips.
The man was cold, everyone was looking expectantly and lustfully at the scene.
The man was cold, everyone was watching the scene with expectation and lust, she had her mouth a few millimeters away from his and being fully convinced that he was already completely inside her being, she gave him a push so, but so hard that the man left with everything and motorcycle unleashing the polyhedral laughter of the circus spectators, which of course included her "dear neighbors" that when she left, they managed to recognize her, almost without believing it.
The next day, the next week her cell phone wouldn't stop ringing and she wouldn't stop listening to those voice notes, embalmed with sticky apologies and oaths. One afternoon, after seeing the cell phone ringing and turning it off, she took a sheet, a piece of paper, wrote a verse as a personal photograph of that historic moment where she obtained her wings and forced herself to be one with the beast, forced to obtain her true freedom, the balance . The freedom to know how to act moved by their impulses, but without ever losing their principles. He finished the poem, I put it away, he smiled looking at himself in the mirror and never said a single word to that man.
Son las tres de la tarde Salomé como siempre lo espera, en el umbral de su casa, ha pasado un mes para que ella acceda a verlo, justo a esta hora cuando sus padres duermen y están seguros de que ella también, ¿Por qué no lo estarían? Ella es hija única y ha sido criada con amor y educación, bajo los más estrictos valores morales y aunque ya tiene dieciocho , nunca dio muestras de rebeldía o de inconformidad, siempre callada, siempre sumisa, siempre obediente, pero no por falta de voluntad o carácter, al contrario, desde niña siempre dio muestras de gran madurez y una capacidad asombrosa para reconocer y comprender los enredos emocionales de la vida, con una estricto método de observación y análisis. Cuidando siempre de no involucrarse emocionalmente con el objeto de estudio: compañeros de clase, vecinos, familiares incluso.
Habitaba en ella sin embargo una especie de dualidad inexplicable, dentro de sí parecía coexistir un ente de fuego que en algunas oportunidades parecía calcinarla por dentro, consumirla, un ser apasionado y desbocado a quién ella debía tener siempre en estricta vigilancia, justo por eso evitaba crear lazos afectivos que pudieran despertar a la bestia - Así solía se llamarse a sí misma en ocasiones y sonreía-
A los ojos del mundo, era un ser indefenso y frágil, sólo ella en la intimidad de su cuarto, dejaba drenar esta locura al ritmo de la música y el baile, mientras trazaba líneas y disparaba pintura a sus lienzos- un pasatiempo que disfrutaba desde siempre, al igual que la lectura- Así trazaba lineas y mapas mentales, así sacaba sus cuentas. Era un capullo cocinando sus alas y había llegado la hora de estrenarlas. Sin embargo estaba completamente convencida que la libertad plena y absoluta no dependí de lo que se atreviera o no a hacer, dependía de probarse a sí misma y tener la fuerza emocional y espiritual para caminar a orillas de la playa sin mojarse los pies.
Derek está por llegar, su palomita lo espera, tan inocente y apetitosa, le encanta ver como brillan sus ojos al verlo, se siente satisfecho con su obra, cada vez está más cerca de cumplir su objetivo, clavar su bandera en territorio virgen. La apuesta no la inició, pero la aceptó por orgullo viril, sólo eso, la verdad ni siquiera le gustan ese tipo de niñas rosa, incapaces de partir un plato, pero él la haría vibrar. Ya había estudiado el terreno: niña grande, nunca sale sin sus padres, metida de cabeza en los libros, pan comido. Sólo se necesitaba de un toque de romanticismo empalagoso, un aire de santurrón y eso sí el verbo, el buen decir, gracias al borracho de su padre que leía hasta dormido, él había prendido a dominar el arte de la palabra y hasta al más despierto podía hacer creer que era todo un erudito. Ya va llegando, suelta el cigarro, toma una mentas y se arregla el cabello. !Que ni siquiera le halla dado un primer beso y él en estas fachas de monje! !Monja ella, pero muy pronto el sabía como descubrir su habito!
Se encontraron, él la miraba con esos ojos azules con una intensidad que hubiese derretido cualquier muralla aquella tarde. Salomé siente arder su sangre, sus labios tiemblan, la fiera quiere salir y aventar al hombre contar las rejas, tomarlo por la camisa, desgarrarla y sacar sus uñas de dragón, Salomé se impone, la subyuga, a duras penas logra, contenerse.
Él, aburrido de tanta timidez absurda y frustrado, decide marcharse, no sin salir de su papel, ella con dulzura, besa sus mejillas y entra a su casa, pero tras la puerta, lo vigila, ve pasar un taxi y sin saber por qué lo toma, le dice que suba los vidrios oscuros y que siga a ese hombre al mejor estilo de Hollywoood , pasada dos cuadras vio como el hombre, se despojo de su camisa, se asomaron varios tatuajes que en nada le parecieron desagradables, lo que sí detestó fue la mentira, verlo reírse a carcajadas con sus amigos, personas que ella conocía muy bien pues eran de su vecindario, sintió deseos de abrir la puerta y salir a abofetearlo, puso su mano en la manilla , pero se contuvo.
El chófer le preguntó extrañado si conocía a esos hombres, que mas que eso parecían unos pandilleros con sus motocicletas y ella la verdad parecía salida no de un convento, sino de un cuento de esos antiguos.
Ella respondió, con firmeza: "No, ¿ y usted? ¡"Por supuesto que no! - dijo el hombre- ¡"Esos vagos son los que con sus estúpidas carreras nocturnas de los sábados hacen que casi me mate hace unos días, deberían meterlos presos a todos antes de que ocurra una desgracia"!
Ella se fue a su casa, sintiéndose una estúpida y agradeciendo haber seguido su impulso, realmente le había movido el piso, el "objeto de estudio" pero había llegado la hora dela venganza, lo llamaría en la noche, prometiendo el tan anhelado beso, sí él era como lo imagina ahora, sabría que una invitación nocturna a la alcoba de una dama, significaba algo más comprometedor que un beso. Al llegar le lanzaría una jarra de agua helada y sería el final del experimento.
Llegó la noche, espero a que fueran la una de la mañana y lo llamó, susurró una invitación, diciéndole que estaba arrepentida del daño causado en la tarde y que ahora después de pensarlo bien, sí quería darle su primer beso. Se escuchaba de fondo mucho ruido, motores encendidos y risas femeninas al fondo. En ese momento ella recordó que era sábado y que en este preciso momento seguro estaría pasándolo muy bien en otras no tan decentes compañías. Él, después de balbucear le aseguró que no podía justo en ese momento porque había tenido que salir a comprarle medicinas a su madresita enferma, pero que después, a eso de las cuatro o cinco sin falta estaría ahí. Ella como pudo siguió en su papel y se despidió afectuosa, al colgar, explotó, no podía contener su ira, la rabia la consumía. Sacó unas tijeras de su mesa de noche, hubiese querido clavárselas, sacó unos pantalones y los cortó con desenfreno, buscó una de sus tantas blusas negras y la cortó a la altura de sus senos, dejando apreciar su ombligo y su espectacular figura encriptada, se soltó el cabello, se colocó perfume, tomó dinero y salió por su ventana. Estaba ciega, no sabía lo que hacía, no era ella.
Apenas al salir pasó un taxi, le dijo, lleveme a donde hay acción, las carreras de motos, usted sabe donde es. El taxista asintió y la llevó a su destino. Le dijo, espéreme acá, no se deje ver, no me tardo. El hombre estaba hechizado con su belleza, jamás se movió. Al ir entrando en el circulo de esta subcultura nocturna, como imán atrajo todas las miradas febriles de los hombres que no dejaban de extasiarse ante la visión, ella caminó con tanta seguridad, picardía y arrogancia coqueta, desplegando sus alas, sacando sus garras y se paró frente a él, el hombre que la engañaba.
"El caballero andante" estaba en su corcel de acero, hablando muy íntimamente con una chica, al escuchar el alboroto causado por su intromisión en el grupo, quiso ver mejor a la chica sexy y misteriosa que los tenía alucinando, no podía reconocerla, pero cuando la distinguió sus pupilas se dilataron, su rostro palideció, sus labios parecían temblar, la chica a su lado se sintió desplazada al verse del todo ignorada y se marchó.
Salomé lentamente se fue acercando sin decir una palabra, acarició su rostro, palpó levemente sus labios, fue bajando sus dedos suavemente por su cuello, su pecho, sin dejar de mirarlo provocativamente a los ojos mientras que acariciaba sus labios con la lengua y se acercaba cada vez más. Con la mano izquierda se adentraba en el cabello del hombre y acercaba su cabeza a ella y con la mano derecha que ya llevaba mucho recorrido andado, lo tomó de su cadera mientra que entre abría sus labios.
El hombre estaba frío,todos miraban con expectación y lujuria la alborotada la escena, ella teniendo a unos milímetros su boca de la suya y al estar plenamente convencida de que ya estaba completamente dentro de su ser, le dio un empujón tan, pero tan fuerte que el hombre se fue con todo y motocicleta desatando las risas poliédricas del circo que hacia de espectador, en donde figuraban por supuesto sus "queridos vecinos" que al salir ella lograron reconocerla, casi sin creerlo.
Al día siguiente, a la semana siguiente incluso, su celular no dejaba de repicar y ella no dejaba de escuchar esas notas de voz, embalsamadas de pegajosas disculpas y juramentos. Un tarde, ella después de ver el celular repicar y apagarlo, tomó una hoja, un papel, escribió un verso como fotografía personal de ese histórico momento donde obtuvo sus alas y logró ser una con la fiera, logró obtener su verdadera libertad, el equilibrio: La libertad de saber actuar movida por sus impulsos, pero sin perder jamás sus principios y su rectitud moral.
Terminó el poema, lo guardo, sonrió mirándose al espejo y nunca le dirigió ni una sola palabra a aquel hombre.
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