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Eve

Adriana Bertorelli

Eve, the contortionist wake up like every day and gropes her glass eye. Strip down what's supposed to be the lamp, alarm, no find it. He then decides to take off the other eye, the right, who fell face down on the purple satin sheets. Is convinced that is because of late nights and excesses, it is said that is why, for the abuses, which first his left eye is not in bed gorgeous replica of his own to fly and all that he has prepared beside him on the night table. Decides

then first look for the right to help him find his little tyrant and think about what an eye for an eye and laughs with a deep sadness scary. It is claimed that with the fatigue and despair as you lie in bed in any way before falling due, bathed in rum and burn candles and suddenly feels a painful tug in the right eye that despises, but which tries to take off the sheet carefully without pulling too purple eyelashes and eyebrows and taking good care that the cornea does not adhere to satin the effect of the tears and dried.

That eye, the right, was always giving him the win. When she was on horseback, jumping obstacles while the people cheered, his right eye, breaking distracted, he saw a field and brought down. When came the act of swallowing fire, his right eye, scared and so little inclined to domestication, running back was terrified, and investments, pupil in, trembling, and did not leave not until much later, when Eva swore that never again closer to the flames, although they both knew was a lie.

That eye was always fuzzy, gloomy, so I never paid off and now costs a world fit the bowl consistently and with the pupil placed forward and the nerves adjusted to their origin. Can barely see with this eye-willed, it has no bed to crest and that leaves him lying and does not care. Because he sees what he wants and the rules and makes him embarrassment in front of his audience, in front of her, and so she cries and begs him, who knows the world, to help her find her eye left, the tyrant of glass yes to love.

When finally able to separate the eye of the sheet and put it, when it gets put it facing forward, she realizes that her tears are wet and the shadows get to see that its mechanical leg, has also disappeared. Now I understand everything, now everything fits, while the right eye's cornea hidden anger, grief and shame. The glass eye, the most beloved, has escaped and has stolen his leg. And now together, rather than together, and as a final joke, have made a mockery of her breasts floating in a large dish with grape seeds left over from last night's defiance.