¡No, Carla, no!

¿Qué nos pasa? ¡Es hora de hacerle un bien al equipo! ¡De todas formas no nos íbamos a ir al cielo! ¿Cómo lo dejaste pasar, muchacha? ¿Estás loca?

Se acercó y me dio un beso digamos "característico"... Exacto, ya hasta conozco el beso... Me abrazó, ya más tarde, y se quedó ahí... Extraño que será, con ese tono de broma en que pregunta cosas en serio...

"Usted me desea..." Y respondo lo que respondo siempre que no es cierto... "Obviamente que sí. Sueño con usted todas las noches. Sin falta."

...Y es que de verdad no lo deseo... Pocas veces he sentido eso que la gente llama "desear a alguien"... Siempre ando bajo cero...

Como sea, se me acercó al cuello (mi talón de Aquiles, por mucho, me desarman) y yo sabía lo que buscaba, lo sabía...

Y me quité.

Sí; me quité.

Algo así como el 29 de julio.

Olímpico.

Me rozó con el labio de abajo, me dijo bajo con la risa irónica que me mata "usted se lo pierde"... y se fue.

Mal, Carla, mal...

Y como en la variedad está el gusto y me gusta el contraste...

Well an airplane's faster than a Cadillac
and a whole lot smoother than a camel's back
But I don't care how you get to me
Just get to me
Parasail or first class mail
Get on the back of a Nightingale
Just to get me, I don't care just get to me
Prokeds, mopeds take a limousine instead
They ain't cheap but they're easy to find
Get on the highway point yourself my way
Take a roller coaster that comes in sideways
Just get to me- yeah

Go on hitch a ride
On the back of a butterfly
There's no better way to fly
To get to me
I look around what I got
And without you, it ain't a lot
I got everything, with you, everything.

Maybe you could pollinate over
The Golden Gate
Take a left hand turn
At the corner of Haight
And then a sharp right
At the first street light
And get yourself on a motor bike
And if you think you'll
Get stuck in a traffic jam
That's fine, just send yourself
Through a telephone line
It doesn't matter how you get to me
Just get to me

Go on hitch a ride
On the back of a butterfly
There's no better way to fly
To get to me
I look around what I got
And without you, it ain't a lot
I got everything, with you, everything.

Cause after every day
The wind blows the night time my way
And I imagine that you are
Above me like a star
And you keep on glowing
And you keep on showing me the way
And I imagine that you are
Above me like a star
Shine Shine Shine...

Go on hitch a ride
On the back of a butterfly
There's no better way to fly
To get to me
I look around what I got
And without you, it ain't a lot
I got everything, with you, everything.

Go on hitch a ride
On the back of a butterfly
There's no better way to fly
To get to me
I look around what I got
And without you, it ain't a lot
I got everything, with you, everything.
I got everything, with you, everything
I got everything, with you, everything
Yeah...