the soft skin (o culiar o no culiar)

i havent had sex with anyone besides that girl over there - says werty-

i beliebe i realy havent had much of the good love before -says werty-

there has been twenty years! lost in a deep vast desert where nobody knew me, with no much company but rather filthy cowboys, old cowboys who tell me stories about books.

and?-he sais

this is the truth! there is a girl who wants to culiar me. To fuck or not to fuck (he was trembling in fear while he wrote thIS letters who may burry him ore make him free and sad)  ...the soft skin- he couldnt help thinking - the soft skin, and he remembers the face of this french whore, and her back filled with cigarette burns.

and he likes talking with her, once in a while... she or any women (he may beliebe at this point) acts like a sort of sedative.

so come on werty! be a good sport

so he wonders. like in this tale by Jhoan Emar, should he stay in the cave looking at the fly on the cats head, or should he run and breathe wild at heart wraped in skin, 

lovely isnt it