To Yuzu (whisky sour)

Find the main ingredients of the Japanese style of whiskey sour at the end of the story.

Michael, the new bartender at the Avenue Couronne 476, stood a freshly mixed cocktail in front of Guy, waiting for Guy to take a sip, a question in his eye.

“Rare. A bit sour. Not an easy drink. What is in it?”

“Give it some time, it needs more sips. I can´t tell you all, it is a secret. Een geheim. Michael used the word from his native Dutch, and then continued in French. “I am taking an online course on drink mixing.”

“Ha!” Guy chuckled. Online cocktail mixing? Funny, right?”

“Not so much. I receive the ingredients to the doorstep, the basics I buy myself. We learn the method, the technique, the process. It opens new senses if you want to know. So, guess, at least one component you must guess.”


“Clever boy. Which kind?”

You want too much there, but true, the second sip is more appealing.”

Michael nodded, “Good. How is your love life, then? I have seen you talking to the two ladies the other day, your German dumpling and Diana. Michael´s voice dropped to a softer tone.”

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Ute et sa nouvelle famille

Au fur et à mesure que la grossesse de Ute avançait, elle se sentait de plus en plus pulpeuse, tel un fruit qui mûrissait. Guy était fasciné par ses rondeurs mais toujours aveugle devant l’évidence. Parfois, il caressait son ventre nu en plaisantant : « Tu devrais faire un peu de sport, tu ne crois pas? »
Il ne se doutait pas que n’importe quelle machine de fitness était parfaitement inefficace contre la transformation de son amante. Continue reading

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El mundo es una pantalla

A Laura Gaud

La noche te trajo presencias de otros tiempos, rostros y cuerpos que hace mucho no ves. Algunos porque han muerto. Otros porque están lejos. La noche es una fiesta donde sucede todo lo que no puede hacerse en la vigilia. De noche, en sueños, la gente baila y ríe, pasea por la orilla del agua, se mueve, se saluda, discute, grita o susurra, se mira a los ojos, se toca.

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For just a few minutes

First it had been music, now it was theatre. After initially feeling annoyed, Diana had ended up giving in to this strong artistic pulse that kept on coming from below her feet. It seemed that whatever way you tried to lock it down, life kept on pushing through. People still needed each other, needed to get together and share … drinks, creativity, physical contact… She could feel it seeping through the floorboards when Rose was asleep and she was alone with her thoughts. She would sit on the floor, directly next to the crib, and roll the cat’s felt ball for him to catch. The game never lasted very long as it usually is the case with cats but, even after he had moved on to another toy, she would just sit there and feel the human vibe coming strong up her spine. It was like sitting on a volcano. 

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Falsa Esbelta

Falsa esbelta, Ute was. False slim. She looked slender in clothes, but naked, she was full of curves and rounds and dimples. Something to hold on comfortably, Guy told himself. And he did hold on her that night, and much more than that, and the night was long, and they promised to see each other again. Guy had all the reasons to be happy. Having spent large part of his adulthood alone, he was oversensitive to people´s particularities, so even with Ute, he already spotted habits that irritated him. For example, when he went to the balcony to have a cigarette after sex, she made a funny face when he returned and kissed her. So, she did not like smoke, he could understand that. But he did not like the face she made, and the way she exaggerated her reaction. He used the toothpaste and put a chewing gum into his mouth to appease her (at the beginning we are so ready to bend to the other´s needs). It did not work, after smelling the mint on his mouth, she looked she would vomit, there, into his fresh linen he prepared for their night. Nevertheless, sex itself was gorgeous, especially the oral pleasures on both sides, juicy, lusty, hot. And Guy´s mother did not occur during it once, nice on her side, he murmured, as he sipped cold beer in the Av. Couronne bar Sunday night, the night after…

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