What's Up In The Room Next Door?
Autor: Yuri MONTEZUMA | Publicado: 2016-05-10T07:38:00-07:00

When I lived in my current apartment (Quartinho, little), I did not imagine what could find there. <span title="Na verdade o interesse pela mudança não foi meu e sim da minha namorada, que por sinal tinha razão, no meu antigo endereço ás coisas eram estranhas.
">In fact the interest in change was not mine but of my girlfriend, who 
incidentally was right in my old address ace things were strange.At
 least three times someone "opened" my window "looking for" someone, 
then I put the pillow with a knife, on the shelf a smaller knife and in 
his pocket a knife, somehow they would help me tell the <span title="rapaziada que os tal fulano que viviam procurando não morava lá.
">guys that this guy who lived looking for did not live there.At
 that time worked in a well-known market in the city (I will not name 
why are not paying me for it), morning house 4:30 skirt to get driving 
from 5:00 to 5:45 is that deposit ace to finally begin work 6:00 sharp. But ... I always had the morning prayer. I never closed my eyes, as if he did not make sure to open before eleven. Break this routine for a year from Monday to Saturday with my university, who was also from Monday to Saturday. <span title="Então vocês podem imaginar como fiquei.
">So you can imagine how I was.Well ... Let's get to it before I forget. My
 new place of residence has the appearance of a small village with a big
 red gate with driveway, the landlady made his residence above the small
 rooms and two at the bottom (divided in half became two), one of them 
is my, there is no plot of land, everything is tiled. <span title="Atualmente sinto falta de terrenos de terra, do cheiro da poeira do quintal, das galinhas ciscando, essas coisas.
">Currently I miss land to land, the backyard dust smell of pecking chickens and stuff.My
 girlfriend said she would move in with me and did so, and the first 
thing he did in the new house: Paint the wall with drawings that like, 
just think it's cool and beautiful, but I have no ability to do so. <span title="Quando mudamos estava um calor do cacete e mesmo assim a vizinha do quarto ao lado chegou, nos olhou e entrou trancando a porta atrás de si.
">When we moved it was a heat bludgeon and even then the neighbor next 
room arrived, looked at us and went locking the door behind him.Each
 with their problems, but it was hot, very hot and certainly that room 
had no air conditioning and no fan could meet the need of cooler air. To our surprise we had a door in our room that connected the neighboring room "strange". The first joke we did was: Imagine if we are asleep and someone opens the door and ... My girlfriend did not like the joke. Then I stopped. <span title="Depois de muita arrumação, apagamos.
">After lots of storage space, erase.After
 a few days of tranquility in the small village of foreign residents, 
the front of the neighboring working with salon, the daughter in a store
 and the son was a teacher of martial arts, as her husband always saw 
him with a beer can in hand I think it was taster of beer. Had you bonbons, sold candy and front bullets of the church that is next door. The lady who worked in the market at night and slept during the day. And finally my mysterious neighbor, the only thing I knew it was working in a liquor store to lose weight. <span title="Nossa comunicação se resuma apenas no bom dia e boa noite.
">Our communication is only summarize the good morning and good night.It
 took months and my girlfriend decided to go back to the family home, 
no, we did not finish, but she has allergies and the environment was not
 collaborating with their health. <span title="Por isso foi necessário ir &quot;embora&quot;.
">So it was necessary to go "away."I
 never hear anything coming out of that room, even having a door as 
division between my world and the world next to her husband. Yes,
 she is married, amigada, the guy appears every two weeks, it seems that
 always traveling, but when he is where it gets interesting, it seems 
that silence comes alive. It
 is dark smooth hair, protruding corners, large eyes, full breasts and 
full mouth, have him a scrawny, big-headed and strange. <span title="Mas o que se passa no quarto ao lado?
">But what happens in the next room?I come home after a hard day's work, step a distributor and buy a drink to swallow daily frogs, otherwise holds up. I
 have no bed, clothes shot, put the drinks in the fridge, grab a bottle 
and sit on the mattress, grab one of the ten books I'm reading at the 
same time and start to kill the chapter, I silent, but there awake 
daydreaming my life <span title="quando ouço.

">when I hear.<span title="- Caralho mete direito!

 ">- Holy shit gets right!&nbsp;<span title="Puta merda, esses dois estão trepando e eu sem sono vou ser obrigado a participara como voyeur de ouvido, decido buscar outra cerveja, quando ameaço levantar para ir buscar outra cerveja...

">Holy shit, these two are fucking and I sleepless will be required to 
participated as voyeur ear, I decide to get another beer when I threaten
 up to go get another beer ...- Does silence ... You hear me? <span title="(Diz ela)

">(She says)<span title="- O quê?

">- What?<span title="- O Vizinho!

">- The neighbor!<span title="- Não estamos fazendo nada, estamos na nossa casa.

">- We're not doing anything, we are in our house.Are
 ... are messing up my thoughts, polluting the good ideas, I wanted to 
write something about what happened on the day and now thanks to the two
 climbers lost the thread. I left and went to get another beer. <span title="Quando volto escuto o cara dizendo que iria buscar umas cervejas na distribuidora, pensei: Que transa mais rápida, coelho perde.
">When I come back I hear the guy saying he would get some beers in the distributor, I thought: What a quick fuck, rabbit loses.The
 guy goes out and the woman is complaining, saying that the guy did not 
hit right, that shit was not going to pay, bag she calls someone and 
tells the whole story. I think the pitch was very bad for her out telling her friends. <span title="Queimou o carinha.
">Burned face.Listening to someone having sex once is interesting, now listen to someone not having sex is frustrating. <span title="Os dias seguintes foram uma verdadeira batalha entre ele e ela.

">The following days were a real battle between him and her.- You're not getting it. <span title="(Dizia Ela)

">(She said)<span title="- Se você não falasse tanto poderíamos conseguir (Falava ele)

">- If you do not speak so we could get (he spoke)<span title="- Não está dando certo entre nós!

">- You're not working out between us!Yikes love was ending. She agreed, but still continued to live together and soon realized that the move was all facade, not ended shit. They
 sat in silence, listening, each leading stirred in my bags, bags, dirty
 clothes who played corner of the wall, was discussed in the next room. The door! I ran to the door that divided the room, put the ear, I thought: What's going on shit that room? I hear something very close to the door, hitting a fear, I'll get out of here, get a beer and desencanar. When I'm relaxing the woman says: It's quiet there. Does he sleep? - Answer a female voice. FUCK. Do you hear my footsteps. I purpose of noise, I move on books, shake clothes, Talk intensified over there. Until I got tired and blacked out. In
 the morning I was leaving when I come across their door wide open, 
panties (used) extended a chair bra on the floor, I see a shadow coming 
down and his head and start to close my door. A very strong sneeze. She's allergic. Good morning - I say shamelessly with the look saying - I know I was behind the door listening. <span title="Ela responde com a cara amassada, olhos inchado elo o efeito do problema com a alergia - Bom dia.
">She responds with a crumpled face, puffy eyes link the effect of the problem with allergy - Good morning.I give a homemade recipe that can help you with your problem. I was soñado and had not noticed that the woman was only bra and panties and short - being honest - only strip. And transparent. <span title="Prefiro acreditar que era o efeito da alergia.
">I prefer to believe it was the allergy effect.<span title="Vou saindo em direção ao grande portão vermelho e ouço uma pergunta.

">I'm going out into the big red gate and hear a question.- Neighbor can I ask you a question? <span title="(Diz ela)

">(She says)<span title="- Claro!

">- Of course!- What happens in your room at night? <span title="Parece que você não dorme.

">It seems that you do not sleep.<span title="Penso um pouco, também queria saber o que se passa no quarto dela durante a noite, respondo:

">I think a little, also wanted to know what is going on in her room at night, I answer:<span title="- Gosto de ler e fico até a madrugada nos livro.

">- I love to read and I until dawn in the book.- Ah! <span title="Entendi.

">Got it.<span title="Não me contive...

">I did not hold ...- And in yours? <span title="Ouvi você brigando com o marido.

">I heard you fighting with her husband.-
 Not quite my husband ... A namorido ... My sister is coming here with 
his son, then asked him to put together a small bed for my nephew to 
sleep on the floor. But the guy can not stick a right screw. I knew he would listen so told him to be quiet so as not to bother sleep. <span title="Incomodou?

">Bothered?<span title="- Não!

">- No!Dei-bye and left ... The guy did not know put the screw? <span title="Então o que significou aquele...

">So that meant that ...<span title="- Enfia tudo - (Dela).
">- Shove it - (Her).Okay!