TO Rome OF REDHEADS ... (STORY)

Another day in the morning I wake up, already habitual in suspicion to fix my gaze towards the window of my room, a look that appears on the horizon. In search of fixing my pupils in the window of the building at the front, look with madness, search, search and search ... Those red hair and silk skin, which makes up the body of that beautiful woman, I do not know who It is, not what it is called but I have been observing it for months, I do not know whether to call it obsession or exhaustion. Telling it is not that voice that screams at me in my head to fall into that temptation, of silk skin and that reddish hair like the burning fire that melts even the strongest steel, see it fall like strong cataracts.

I can not continue anymore with this anguish without being able to control, that since childhood I have always consumed my thoughts and can not contain it and it is incredible, When I first felt that commotion running through my veins, in seeing for the first time, the nanny that I looked after 10 years, that graceful woman whose fragrance of flowers had as if a gardener was collected the best rose to get its aroma. </ div>

Reminiscence in those afternoon when my parents were going out for a dinner, and they tell me you're not going to stay alone, you're coming to take care of the nanny. And the doorbell rings and I hear in the emptiness from the living room a soft voice, sweet as the delicate song of a mother when her babies sleep.
My parents call me ...! And when I saw that lady with her beautiful redhead cavalier, and her beautiful eyes blue as the clear sky after a storm ..

"Guao" ... it was my impression, to see that beautiful woman ...! And when listening to my parents say she is your nanny, she will take care of you while we are having dinner, beautiful as not forgetting that woman, if I remember correctly, she is called estefany, estefany and estefany to repeat her name was to fill my mouth with a sweet nectar, for very sweet that it was never going to embarrass me, so I spend some time taking care of myself! And I was happy to give hugs just to smell that hair and silk skin like that rose perfume that were freshly cut to be a fragrance that was made just for me.

One day my mother tells me Estefany is not going to take care of you anymore, she comes for the last time, she entered the university, I was filled with rage and despair because I felt it was mine like being without that smell and the soft skin like silk and that Red hair that I liked so much. The last day of care came. We played, we laughed, we watched the film until I helped with my homework, but every time I looked at the clock, the hour that had to go was approaching, but I did not want it to happen, the idea occurred to put the clock back an hour earlier so that it would not go away early as my parents were late in arriving, and as I knew it was the last time I took care of me I wanted a little more time alone, I had to find the way to stay.
I remembered that one of the conversations of those thousands of talks that we had told me that I was allergic to peanuts. And prepare a peanut butter sandwich and other ingredients. Estefany tells me with that lovely voice that only characterized her. What are you doing…?
I answer I have a surprise a farewell dinner, she very confident ate it, she had an instant allergic ration and in her moment of agony she begs me to call 911, but I did not listen to her or better listen to her because I stayed for In seeing, as his eyes swelled, as his breathing little shortly shortened, and as that voice of supplication was heard more seductive, for me it was a satisfaction to see her slowly agonizing as to feel that she was the last person she would see in her lifetime . Agitated, listening as my heart accelerated with adrenaline and satisfaction, seeing how she gave her last breath and lament of life. Died! I lay back in his warm body and still kept his scent and in which I still have 20 years.

When my parents arrive, I fell asleep, I hear my mother's screaming cry because she sees Estefany's lifeless body reclining on the couch in the living room, my father runs out, calling 911, the police, they do the corresponding investigation and they give death for intoxication. I only a 10-year-old boy does not suspect me, I just remember that I said I was asleep in my room.

I did not know if it was good or bad, time will tell ...! if what I did was good or not. As time goes by, the memory is never left behind, always being kept in a large trunk that I have in my mind. Already in college, after having several girlfriends, I always avoided having redheaded brides so I did not wake up that something that I did not know how to explain. even in a spring in that afternoon that the sun hide more elegantly than any time of the year I see pass in front of me, rosse that beautiful woman, green eyes and red hair, remember my nanny wing that as a child I took care "estefany" I filled my memories and I woke up that desire, that only woke up that silky skin, those red hair as well as the burning fire that melts even harder steel and that smell of roses, as if a gardener collected the most beautiful roses of your garden "Beautiful, like when the sun reflects roses when it rises to the horizon of the elusive, illuminated the beautiful petals that love" I said there I only want it for me. Several days went by, I fought and fought until I was a boyfriend but everything was fine in that two years that I had left because I was only mine and I was not going to share it and let go. I felt its owner his master. Rosse was easy to follow the game I felt good until the end of the semester and she tells me that it will be a graduate in Paris, fill me again with rage as I do to have that aroma just for me and not share with nobody only feel that satisfaction that I only wanted for me was the being that filled every entrails of my body.

One afternoon of that of so much walking and thinking what I was going to do, I arrive to the room I feel that rosse, is in the tub listened to music, I am filled with anger, with anger to know that I was losing again, that silk skin and that red hair that satisfied the demon I had inside. without thinking I immersed her to the bottom of a Latina, seeing how her beautiful red hair reached to the bottom, how her pupils dilated and it was listening to the buzz of water watering her body whispering in my ears, feeling the soft rose of silk skin that I liked, I did not forget that I took her for that beautiful knight and feel for the last time, how her life was going and I was her last reflection, that filled me felt a complacency that no longer belonged to anyone else. I still have that scent, I wonder what would happen to rosse, another police investigation declared a domestic accident, and I alleged that I was not in the room, I was still in class and when I arrived I found her in the bathtub.

I do not want to continue like this, I avoid being like redheaded women and I only see the girl through the window, I imagine it is something that I can not have if I want to have it. I do not know if my wishes come to dominate me but I try to submit my thoughts, that I still have life to go through and redheads to meet, but I do not know if I dominated my obsession with them.

Give time to time, have the window closed so that that lusty demon does not come back out ._