Music behind a closed door

MUSIC BEHIND A CLOSED DOOR. 

In the golden iris of a god gazing into nothingness, life beats, but youth pushes from deeper within. It shines in a newly purchased T-shirt that reads violenty happy. 

Neck and hair perfumed on the eve of the revolution. Silver rings and thick earrings. Falcons that in contrapicado offer their eyes to the sky in the heart of Bangkok, of New York. Hawks with black, brown, red jackets like a cherry soaked in syrup. 

In the heat of a private party she is a country to be explored. She slowly climbs the staircase, she looks like the representation of a very distant future. Her big black boots with polished buckles, reflect the light, scatter it like sacred food for mouths that anticipate desire, eyes that speak to her back. He climbs and it never seems to end, as if time is an interesting toy. He takes one more step and he's almost there. She turns her head for an instant and someone presses the shutter, freezes her forever on the cusp of a diamond that will outlive everything. He waits for her sitting at the foot of the bed in the room, he's a guy with no conversation who thinks his sex appeal is enough and to spare to achieve any end. She sees the photographer and gently lets go of the doorknob. Their gazes face each other, they trace a bridge and it starts to snow, to rain a moment later, they walk through it at the same time, the indirect sunlight makes dust scrolls dance, glitter, violet petals.... He waits in the room, he unties his tie, he feels uncomfortable, he does not know that longing is a complex mechanism, he looks at the screen from which he should already hang some clothes, he perceives the music behind the closed door, it seems anguished, trapped. She fixes her gaze on the golden knob, waits to see it turn, prepares her ears for the triumphant irruption of the girl, of the presumed conquest that will quench her thirst between gushes of guitars and drums, but nothing happens, no iodine solution for that wound, no exclusive to tell her friends. 

The light was be more deadly, more accentuated when the soldiers understudy that is not possible to use no natural weapons to kill for convenience, to love for pride.