Juan de pronto se dió cuenta que podía ver a través de las paredes, no podía oír, por más que intentaba leer los labios, simplemente no podía.
Eran paredes comunes hechas de ladrillos, de madera, de tablaroca, incluso a través de los bloques de catorce centímetros podía ver su se acercaba.
Con el tiempo se volvió un pervertido. A diario se le veía parado contra la pared de la ducha de las damas. Su cara completamente pegada a la pared de concreto.
La gente comenzó a verlo como un tipo raro, como su se castigará a su mismo colocándose contra las paredes. Se volvió callado, tratando de oír las conversaciones, pero solo oía los comentarios que hacían de el en voz baja.
Un día se enteró de un balneario exclusivo para damas. Un lugar con aguas termales y jacuzzis donde las chicas andaban desnudas, según se imaginaba. Estaba que rebosaba de felicidad, su pervertido rostro se enrojeció mientras se dirigía a toda prisa a la dirección, pero al llegar ahí se encontró con piedra como se dice. Las paredes eran hormigón reforzado recubierto con mármol por ambos lados. Casi un metro lo separaba de sus libidinosas intenciones.
Tomo un largo suspiro, su frustración era notoria, pero no se dió por vencido. Tomo todo el aire que pudo y se enfrentó a la pared como si quisiera traspasarla. Al principio todo iba bien, con el primer paso ya había llegado al centro del muro, no podía respirar, pero estaba empeñado. De pronto todo cambio, todos sus huesos se empezaron a romper, los ojos le dolían intensamente y la cabeza parecía estallarle, pero al fin pudo ver algo que parecía una mujer desnuda, se quedó dormido sin poder moverse, alcanzó a oir unas cuantas palabras y después ya no vió nada...
-Que agradable lugar amiga, gracias por recomendarmelo. Lo único que me perturba un poco es el relieve del tipo en la pared. Parece como si nos observara-
-No tengas cuidado amiga, es solo mármol. Mira-
-Tonta, ya le tumbaste la nariz, vámonos antes de nos lo cobren. Jaja-
Juan suddenly realized he could see through walls, but he couldn't hear. No matter how hard he tried to read lips, he simply couldn't.
They were ordinary walls made of bricks, wood, drywall; even through the fourteen-centimeter blocks, he could see if anyone was approaching.
Over time, he became a pervert. Every day he could be seen standing against the wall of the women's shower, his face pressed completely against the concrete.
People began to see him as a strange guy, as if he were punishing himself by standing against the walls. He became quiet, trying to eavesdrop on conversations, but he only heard the whispered comments about him.
One day he heard about an exclusive spa for women. A place with hot springs and jacuzzis where the girls walked around naked, or so he imagined. He was overflowing with happiness; his perverted face flushed red as he hurried to the address, but when he arrived, he was met with a brick wall, as they say. The walls were reinforced concrete covered with marble on both sides. Almost a meter separated him from his lustful intentions.
He took a long breath; his frustration was obvious, but he didn't give up. He drew in as much air as he could and faced the wall as if he wanted to pass right through it. At first, everything was going well; with the first step, he had already reached the center of the wall. He couldn't breathe, but he was determined. Suddenly, everything changed. All his bones began to break, his eyes ached intensely, and his head felt like it was going to explode, but finally, he saw something that looked like a naked woman. He fell asleep, unable to move. He managed to hear a few words, and then he saw nothing more...
"What a nice place, my friend. Thanks for recommending it. The only thing that disturbs me a little is the relief of the guy on the wall. It looks like he's watching us."
"Don't worry, my friend, it's just marble. Look."
"Silly girl, you already knocked off his nose. Let's go before they charge us. Haha."
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