lust few months and several weeks of mourning. How I was dragged to the unbridled joy, alas, not that it is repentance, but shame and embarrassment to see posted on a website of this network that brings light and stenographers for many preliterate. Now I can say that your fantasies never become realities. And I keep taking my responsibilities, I intend to justify my behavior or foolish but the morbid sensuality was so powerful that prudence was locked at the same time opened the door of enjoyment. What began as a game, sexual dalliances shameless parking, together with other rhythmically moving vehicles while misted the glass, slowly slid down a spiral in which the danger to fuck in all the polysemy of the term, in the act, more awakened desire. Thus, required urgently, as if I had jumped the term of the mortgage, I was dragged to testers in a department store where sizes and positions tested shortly afterwards in a public toilet of a bar of mating, where the desire overcame all scruple. Although it was not enough and yes, I must confess, I felt proud and participated fully in this frenetic activity. The ripples in the film were as routine Saturday tedious and missionary couples. Thus, it soon became necessary to multiply the risk, to submit to the traditions and take advantage from the crowd. Most stations do not distinguish age and with reservations, and was touched by friction in lewd festivities. How can we forget the ride of the Epiphany, surrounded by children and parents, while the caramel was searched between coats and raincoats. Spring fever that disturbed more foolish, triggered in a passion which relieved helmets and clothing. After the want more, seeing disimulábamos brotherhoods, sheltered in the foliage of the noise, to silence that drowned out a groan, arrows that pierced as truths, but what interested us most were the inputs and outputs. The show was taken up in anger, and our paths took us along the compass of debauchery to Elm Street, where we slid by those attractions that made us hit magnet, little thin and much rebujo, albero that raised dust, mud after being watered. In May there was no coat that would keep us dedicate ourselves to our favorite games, drawing juice rite dive into dark alleys. Came on the eve of Corpus, and we also inhibited with windows and balconies to the street as he caught her by the waist, a manifestation of bodies that ate almost liturgy. Although summer put something away, we were enemies of the obvious, the fall brought new bríos, que llegaron a culminar en visita al cementerio, guarrecidos tras lápida, allá cuando se inició noviembre, susurros y gemidos que trasladaron el terror a algún visitante; voces de psicofonía y confusión de espíritus cuando éramos más carnales. Pero a todo llega el hastío, y lo que era sucesión de fiestas donde nos dimos nuestro festín, fue desembocando en hartazgo, cuyo final precipitó el ojo vigilante de una cámara indiscreta, que grabó algunas de nuestras manifiestas prácticas, cuando, una semana más tarde, correo inoportuno con enlace revelador, vi el reflejo de nuestros actos en un callejón reconocido, nalgas iluminada por la luna y pantalones enrollado en los ankles, face blurred but recognizable. The worst thing was not that, but to dwell on hurtful remarks casting doubt on my quickness and palm hearts, pride was buried where public knowledge that, to reveal without shame, should have more power 
