hurrengoa
from the corner of my eye    I looked at him from the corner of my eye while she looked ahead, as always. We weren’t the type of lovers to look each other in the eye, we loved each other obliquely. Afraid we’d be completely swallowed up.

I looked at him from the corner of my eye as my hand went towards the bomb. But he didn’t realise. He carried on looking ahead, looking at everything he had to do, I didn’t look that way, I looked backwards, to what seemed to be the only place there should be between us.

I looked at her from the corner of my eye while my fingers caressed the button, dreaming of finishing it all. I’d finish it all once and for all. I’d finish him, myself, the particles of rain which get lost in infinity, that dense atmosphere of pain and love.

Where’s my courage?
I stroked the button and looked at him from the corner of my eye.