"Las cosas no cambian; cambiamos nosotros."

H.D. Thoreau

10 sept. 2015

Hombro Derecho / Right Shoulder

Rorschach's journal, June 23, 1979.
"This morning I woke up at Sam's place. Last night got shot in a leg. He attended my injuries. He told me stay at his place because I need to rest. I can't do anything but accept his offer. It was too late to go back home anyway. And I'm too tired. He let me sleep in his bed. He slept in a chair. He says he's used to it. I don't know what time I woke up... Early. Very early, I think. In the darkness of the room I can see Sam making some coffee. He's wearing a shirt that look like a dress. I don't like it. Reminds me of my childhood pyjama. I stare at his right shoulder. Pale. Smooth. Pure. Looks like marble. I want to touch it. I really want to. I'm confused and these thoughts disturb me."
Diario de Rorschach, 23 de Junio, 1979.
"Esta mañana desperté en el apartamento de Sam. Anoche me dispararon en una pierna. Él me curó. Me dijo que debía quedarme a descansar en su piso. No pude declinar su oferta. Ya era demasiado tarde para regresar a casa. Y estoy demasiado cansado. Me dejó dormir en su cama. Él durmió en una silla. Dice que está acostumbrado. No sé a qué hora me he levantado... Pronto. Muy pronto, creo. En la penumbra de la habitación puedo ver a Sam preparando café. Viste una camisola grande. No me gusta. Me recuerda al pijama que vestía en mi infancia. Contemplo su hombro derecho. Pálido. Suave. Puro. Parece de mármol. Quiero tocarlo. Deseo tocarlo. Estoy confuso y estos pensamientos me perturban."