The Blonde (La Rubia - in Spanish language)
Excerpt:
Ecstasy—that’s what it is, ecstasy. I don’t remember anything clearly; I had never felt anything like it. It’s a state of absolute, indescribable pleasure. What happened was a unique experience. I remember I wasn’t that drunk, yet I still couldn’t walk—I could only hear my heartbeat. I remember her blurred image above me; the sensations running through my body aren’t clear, yet it was pure pleasure. The confusion scares me, but not enough. It felt as if the universe was part of me, yet I belonged to nothing. It happened a while ago, and the effect still hasn’t worn off; it’s like being high.
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--Read more in its original language, Castilian, at fictograma.com, an open source Spanish community of writers--
Ecstasy—that’s what it is, ecstasy. I don’t remember anything clearly; I had never felt anything like it. It’s a state of absolute, indescribable pleasure. What happened was a unique experience. I remember I wasn’t that drunk, yet I still couldn’t walk—I could only hear my heartbeat. I remember her blurred image above me; the sensations running through my body aren’t clear, yet it was pure pleasure. The confusion scares me, but not enough. It felt as if the universe was part of me, yet I belonged to nothing. It happened a while ago, and the effect still hasn’t worn off; it’s like being high.
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--Read more in its original language, Castilian, at fictograma.com, an open source Spanish community of writers--