Dan was in plete silence suddenly； Franz enfiava the forehead while the finger in a
cigarette burn in the old green army blanket to your bed。
Vanessa feels。
…Sorry。 Promeri would not sacanear your middle name and now I am here； laughing at him like
a fool。 But it was not Dan that was boring
…Clark has what； so kind； twenty…two？ … He asked。
The brown eyes of Vanessa were even greater。 Clark was the oldest bartender who was with her
before the plug of Dan finally dropped and he understood that he and Vanessa should be more
than friends。
…Yeah； so what？
It is…it bartender。 Type stud？
…I guess。 … She still did not understand where he wanted to reach。
Dan shot out of bed and turn on the Camel millionth of the day。 Inhale deeply and breathed a
bluish…gray vapor in the air over the head of Vanessa。 She knew he was trying to appear
calm； but his eyes were nervous。
…So you 。。。 hmmm 。。 trance； or what？
Vanessa first tried to suppress a smile。 So that was it。 She thought the answer。
Half…way。
Type…well； that means you did or did not that means？
Type…done； but not that much … Vanessa replied slowly。
She and Clark transaram twice。 The first time was in full daylight。 She was so ashamed of
their bodies that not much attention paid to other things。 The second time she felt more
relaxed； but still could not understand why this was so good。 For her； it was funny so
prehistoric。 Kind； was exactly the same as all those zebras and hyenas were at the time of
mating in those programs over nature。 Still； it was legal means have done。 It was with that
she felt she had more substance； as a story…I was…there…and…done。 …I … Dan gave another shot
in the cigarette。 And then another。 He followed the seam of travesserio stained coffee。 He
was a virgin and not Vanessa。 He did not know how you feel with regard to that。
Indeed； he knew。 He felt nervous； stupid； low； gaunt； pale； strange and pletely
inappropriate。 For what Vanessa had to date and sex with another man？
…Look； I know you virgin … Vanessa said abruptly。 …But that does not mean we have to
continue。 … She raised sugestivamente the thick black eyebrows and smiled。
Dan looked at her and smiled； too； the lovely pink cheeks acquiring a heavy constraint。
…Really？
Vanessa seats and approached it a little。
Is。 … She put their hands in the chest and pushed him skeleton in bed。 Then took the
cigarette from his hand and stuck in the old coffee cup that was on the table by
half…to…head。 …Do not worry … she said with his voice hoarse from more experienced women。 …I
know what I'm doing。
She gently kissed the mouth and started to strip the two。 First it took the gray shirt； then
took the black she dressed。 Was wearing a black top underneath。 All that was Vanessa wore
black。
Dan deep breath and closed his eyes。 It was not how he thought would happen。 For him； sex
was as important as birth and death； one of the most intense poetic experience that a person
could have。 It was not something you do with a girlfriend when I was bored one night before
the evidence of Saturday's middle period。 It was one thing when the two had already explored
all other ways … intellectual； spiritual and philosophical。 Dan came to play with the idea
of waiting for sex when they were married ready to have children。 He wanted to have five
children and give them the name of your favorite writers： Kafka； Goethe； Sartre； Camus and
Keats。 Even if you do not have to wait until marriage； the first time should be a process of
discovery as the two learn to speak a new language。
But Vanessa had learned the language with another man。
… You have feet and close it … she noted； kneel down on the floor while Dan took the half。
Dan felt her feet and departed。
…Wait。
Vanessa is dragged to bed and was sat next to him； his legs crossed； with that black top and
black panties。
…What is the problem？
…I do not want to do this … Dan crossed the thin arms bare chest。 A pair of corduroy was
still in the body； but he felt very naked。 … I mean； not now。
Vanessa extended the hand and arm afagou happily。
…I was nervous the first time too。 Not so much … she said； reassuring。 I promise。
Dan swallowed in dry and looked at the ceiling。 It was looking upon a crack in the plaster
above his head。
…I just wanted to wait until it is more 。。。 organic。
…All right； said Vanessa slowly。 But it is sex…only； save as is。 Not a poem。
Obviously she did not mean it。 For Dan was even a poem。 Probably the most important poem he
ever wrote。
He put the shirt。
…I just think better to wait； it's just that。
…Okay … Vanessa said； the point of losing patience。
Dan was always considering other things； writing about them in his black hood of bloquinho
until there was nothing else to write。 She loved the way his sensitive and romantic； but at
least once in life he could be nice and stop thinking so much on things and just follow the
damn current。 Still； Vanessa was the end of it since the day they met and made friends；
three years before。 She would not ruin things； now they were finally together。
Dan lit another cigarette。 Hands tremiam him as ever。
Vanessa the cutucou again。
…Hey； there is not so worried。 For me； all right that has not rolled。 Okay？
He seats。 Vanessa took his hand and put the arm of Dan around his shoulders。 They returned
to lie in bed and Dan blew the smoke into the role of Chinese red lantern while gently
afagava the bald head of Vanessa with the thumb。 I was fortunate to not have to explain
both。 It was what was cool in dating the best friend。 She knew him almost better than he
knew himself。
The two were lying there for some time； watching the smoke of cigarette Dan float in the
air。 That was another thing to be legal with the best friend。 Not when you have to talk。
…Once you start the holidays； I run one more film。 Vanesa…broke the silence。 … I think that
my War and peace may be too dark to send to the University of New York。
The latest film by Vanessa was adapted from a scene of war and peace； Tolstoy； and brought
as a princepe Dan Andrei addicted to crack。 Vanessa had applied to the University of New
York and wanted to send one of his movies instead of writing an essay； because it wanted to
form in cinema。 She could barely wait。 Just one more time in Constance Billard School for
Girls Magrelas and neurotic； where （thank God） does not fit into anything； and she was free；
free； free！
Dan released a long whiff。 I did not know with what Vanessa was concerned。 The films were
brios it； but it was that made it bright。 I had as Univerdidad of New York did not accept
it。
…If anyone has to worry； that somebody is me … he said； his hands trembling with nervous
again。
…How so？ … Vanessa asked。 … A university with a decent program deliteratura means you have
to kill。
…Yeah； but I speak of dombrio； My poems are even 。。。 … Dan stopped。 The poems were his
personal； were what they were。 And it seemed weird to have a lot of them an official
admission in any of Columbia； or Brown； or Vassar；