Velvet true p1

First posted December 23rd, 2020
Translated 2023

As I told you before, this is the previous version to that Roots you have (or not) been tearing apart as the ugly tale it is. This one is by far much better. I can tell. Because I can’t make it better by translating. Maybe I can’t write great novels but I’m sure I can at least write this entertaining pieces. Enjoy it (or not) by Merriam.

Velvet true  p1 of 2

Drop, drop.
In silk and fog,
From putrid flesh,
Pure beauty is given birth to.

There’s one. Then a new drop. Plop, plop, plop. Red and thick and sweet. The plastic tub in masonry red with characters from some Asian place that he couldn’t read in the beginning. It can’t be a pig or cow or dog. Human. It has to be.

The temperature and humidity perfect. A human sauna, a vegetal paradise. He is sure for he has adjusted the temperature and filled with water the aspersion and dripping systems’ deposits.

—No, no. Thank you but it has to be bark. Bark of it won’t work. Yes Spaegnum… Yes, yes. In cash, as usual. Thank you and till Thursday.

Sigh. He will have to go out again soon. Thankfully there are a lot of them everywhere. Impulsive and foolish. In love to those husky voices of girlish lips. Smoked eyes with make up. Ha, glass skin of someone in quarantine. Nonetheless, thanks to them he can provide for his baby. His red lips baby who has earned her name. Velvet true.