La pinocha, la pinocha!!! tengo pinocha por todo mi cuerpo- grita [A] angustiado, ahhhh!
No te preocupes, contesta [B], debe ser que te has traído un poco del mollete sucio del bosque, eso es bueno...ahora lo tienes dentro, eres parte pinocha, parte bosque, la nueva carne empieza a nacer, al principio duele pero luego da gozor.
Mientras, cerca de los triciclos, la bestiola y [C] terminan de rascarse las escapulas simultáneamente, en un espectáculo de placer sin contención alguna;
De pronto, la tierra empieza a vibrar a un ritmo lento pero constante, las nubes en el cielo se mueven más rápido de lo que deberían, a lo lejos 15 ardillas se dan la mano y en circulo bailan de forma espasmódica al compás que mece la tierra.
¿Qué es esta música?- pregunta [A] sorprendido
Una de la ardillas se da la vuelta y contesta cantando:
-Esta música que escuchas es la melodía suave del viento, hecha para sacar el ENTE de las cavernas que habita tu interior, es la esencia primigenia de los humanos oprimida por los quehaceres del día a día.
Uh lalala Uh lalala- cantan a coro las 15
-Esta música que escuchas es la espuma de la ola, es la voz desparametrizada, la linea de fuga que abre más y más grietas en el gris cotidiano, al grito de: Hola vecino!
Uh lalala Uh lalala- vuelven las 15
-Ve y canta a tus interiores, esparce la pinocha que te has agenciado y licua el calor que te alimenta.
La manada es la manada!
"no busques la raíz, sigue el canal..."Uh lalala Uh lalala....
Los tres se miran atónitos sin saber lo que está pasando...
Silencio.
A lo lejos, se oyen los gemidos de placer de la bestiola feliz lamiendose la entrepierna.
Pine needles, pine needles!!! I have it all over my body- [A] yells anxious, ahhhh!
Don´t worry, replies [B], you must have brought a bit of underbrush with you, it´s good...now you have it inside, you are partly underbrush, partly wood, the new flesh in growing up in you, it hurts at the beginning but after a while is delightful.
Meanwhile, next to the trycicles, the creature
Don´t worry, replies [B], you must have brought a bit of underbrush with you, it´s good...now you have it inside, you are partly underbrush, partly wood, the new flesh in growing up in you, it hurts at the beginning but after a while is delightful.
Meanwhile, next to the trycicles, the creature
and [C] continue scratching each others shoulders, in an immoderalely spectacle of endless pleasure;
Suddenly the ground starts vibrating in a slow but constant rhythm, the clouds in the sky move faster than they should, a bit far 15 squirrels hold each other hands and in a circle, dance in an spasmodic way following the earth beat.
What´s that music? - [A] asks surprised
One of the squirrel turns around and answer singing:
-This music that you hear is the wind´s soft melody, is produced to release the BEING that is living inside the caves of yourself, is the human´s primitive essence opressed by the daily chores.
Uh lalala Uh lalala- sing along the 15
-This music that you hear the foam of the wave, is the deparametricide voice, the vanishing line that opens more and more cracks into the day-to-day greyness, shouting: Hello neighbour!
Uh lalala Uh lalala- again the 15
-Go and sing to your selfs, spread the pine needles that you took and liquefy the heat that feed you.
The wolf pack is all about the wolf pack!
"don´t search for the root, follow the canal"
Uh lalala Uh lalala....
The three of look each other astonished, as if they didn´t know what´s going on...
Silence.
Far away, they can still hear the creature´s pleasure moans, happily licking its inner thigh.