Cuatro ojos velan impacientes, una vida, dos de ellos consiente de su mirada y las demás miran hacia la nada, una puerta se abre un susto se hace presente un mito estruendo entra un regaño penetra seis ojos ya yacen en mi cuarto.
Regaños por olvido y el mosquito sigue allí, zumbando impaciente, me paro, veo hacia el techo como sí fuera un extraño, la vida ya no tiene sentido, pero aun así el mosquito no sale de mi cuarto, arreglo el regaño, todo queda en paz.
Pero el mosquito no sale del único mundo que conoce, mis aposentos son los suyos su distracción pasear sobre mi oído es mi reloj es un "amigo" sangre de mi sangre se alimenta el mosquito.
Al irme queda solo al volver ya se ha ido, él es un victimario, mi sangre causa de su delito, música de zumbos, es su vida, un pestañear y ya tiene cuarenta, un día es su vida, mi sangre su sustento, mis sueños, sus zumbidos, mi amigo mi mosquito.
Debo agradecer el apoyo incondicional que he recibido de 
Hello to all #Hive friends, this time I bring you a story told in versus with a lot of love. And special mention to all those people who have had an ear friendship with a mosquito.
Four eyes watch impatiently, one life, two of them are aware of his gaze and the others look into nothing, a door opens a fright, a myth is present, a roar enters a scolding penetrates six eyes already lie in my room.
Scolding for forgetfulness and the mosquito is still there, buzzing impatiently, I stop, I look up at the ceiling as if I were a stranger, life no longer has meaning, but even so the mosquito does not leave my room, I fix the scolding, everything remains in peace.
But the mosquito does not leave the only world he knows, my rooms are his, his distraction walking on my ear is my watch is a "friend" blood of my blood the mosquito feeds.
When I leave, I am left alone when I return, he is already gone, he is a perpetrator, my blood is the cause of his crime, buzzing music, it is his life, a blink, and he is already forty, one day is his life, my blood his sustenance, my dreams, their buzzes, my friend my mosquito.
I must thank the unconditional support I have received from
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, and of course from the community #theinkwell, that drives me to be better every day.