El Ascensor

The Elevator
He went out of his department. He stopped opposite to the elevator and looked at the
rectangle of the door of brown wood. He saw again these blue reflections. There
seemed to be a person Floating there.
His body was feeling pushed, something him was very attractive , was attracting it
towards the interior of this capsule of cement that was looking like a niche.

The light ignited in the space full of black and blue fluorescent shades.
He opened the door, entered. He touched the zero.
He looked in the mirror, the face had wanted to be opened by a piece of this one.
He accommodated the tie, felt his perfume filling everything. He touched the full walls
of Textures, this color cremates … what a sensation of monotonous sadness!, of
desperation Slightly funereal!.

He went out of the elevator almost feeling that his feet were sticking to.
He was doing alone a few days that he was living in a tenth floor. Always he had
preferred being nearby of the soil.
From the first moment in which he had had to approach this lugubrious transport he
had felt captured, intensely attracted. Alone east was occupying his thoughts in those
moments in which he had to use it and not there was questioning likewise what
happened to him, one was not even telling it to anybody.

This night came tired, it was going to be a long night, wanted to make everything tidy
because he had invited Michael and Peter to having lunch the following day.

He to rise and before he was realizing the door of the elevator had been closed, was not
automatic.
Without being too worried he rested on the mirror, felt a sensation of ardor, one
current of pain along his arms, his back and his groin.He was immobile and with the
fixed eyes in the roof. The elevator stopped in the ninth floor and opened his
doors forcing it to descend. He with the stained with blood shirt and the distant look he
fell down of knees.
He raised the stairs crawling. The blood began to dye also his trousers. In his face was
not reflecting any gesture.
He entered to his house pushing to the rest of his body with his arms.
He got into the tub.
Suddenly it looked like an awakening of his hypnotic condition.
He took the disinfectant and the bandage them and it covered his strange wounds.
I arrange perfectly the rest of his department.
He went to bed in his bed impeccably stretched with sheets full of spots red
Dark.

His friends came awhile before the luncheon.
There came the moment of the used toast and happy he got up and walked towards
He cooks, he was going to uncork his better champagne.
But in the alone freezer a bottle was staying, how could he have been overlooked?.
He said to his friends that he would go down to the supermarket and in a moment he
would return.



The door of the elevator was opened.
It was waiting for him.
He looked at the sides …
He entered slowly. It was hot there inside.
He began to go down, but suddenly the mortuary box stopped between two floors.
Everything I stay in the dark.
Suddenly there appeared the shades, which he saw always for the hollow of the door
floating in the precipice. Shades with human forms, of enormous mouths and eyes
Torn.
He returned to feel the ardor crossing his body.
His hand was rising slowly and softly for his face.
He had the right eyelid in alive meat.
His fingers were passing the edge of the razor for the contour of his cheekbones. It
dragged them then on the walls trying to imitate across blood outlines the strangers
Faces that it were making a detour themselves and seemed to submerge in him.
His fingers sank in the crystal breaking it and this transfer slow, very slow his feet.
He was vibrating in circular movements.
The scene was looking like a collage.
He seemed to want to sink in the obscenity of his disfigurement.
It had not any more than the intensity than his blood making boil his body. The nuisance
incessant of the long but necessary hurt.
The elevator was in of his mind and was squashing his smelly cranium. It was
squashing it cutting his compulsive extremities.

He already could not fight mas, had to allow that this old machine of metal should
torture it even the end, until everything in him to the end was remaining silent.

The elevator stopped in the tenth floor.

Something tremulous entered walking to the department. He crossed the kitchen and
came to dining room.
Michael and Peter saw it to happen without word to declare, without doing any
movement.

He entered to the tub, always to red I live and he closed the eyes.
He was exhausted.
Peter ignited the television and Michael went down for the champagne.


The End