Danger Danger
Revolve

Caracas, colina de Bello Monte in my favorite residence, July 5, 2010, 2:00 PM. The two cops at the entrance of the luxurious block have big mustaches and sand-colored uniforms. Perpendicular sun rays strike the platform of the white turret where the guards stand, creating refraction plays once they hit their mirrored ray-bans. Fully loaded guns in their belts. They are the ones who let in the goods while the colleagues along the entire boundary of the residence, where only young couples of friends and polyglot singles live, ensure that only the right people approach. I am lying on the deckchair under the umbrella placed on the Italian tile at the edge of a curvy pool. All curves is the creole girl who looks at me from the electric blue water. She smiles, having thick heart-shaped lips. In one hand I have a joint, in the other a Long Island Iced Tea, and on my nose rest round frameless mirrored glasses. On my head, a wide-brimmed straw hat.

Next to me is my girlfriend, lying on her stomach. She moves her head to the rhythm of the music. The creole girl is not alone; there are stoned people splashing around, spraying, rubbing against each other. A generous topless further on, where another joint is being smoked. The crystal table on wheels next to me has its surface wet from melting ice, drops of alcohol from the bottles beside it, and is dirty with weed crumbs fallen from the bag. I will clean that surface because I need it. Then a dive and a bite on the creole’s back. The curly-haired blonde American with hair down to his butt dives belly first. My girlfriend is still there. Someone turns up the volume just as I hear a van from the outside. A wave of the arm to the guard in the turret. He responds with a smile that it’s okay. I get out of the pool, walk across the green lawn, and lean forward to look beyond the hedge. Caracas, scorched by the sun, is stunning. I turn around. Someone playfully headbangs. The flight attendant returns from the main gate. She went Caracas - Miami - Caracas and now returns to her place with the American captain who already has a hand tightly squeezed between her buttocks. I’m under the umbrella, a kiss to my girlfriend. Then I lie back down. And listening to the latest Danger Danger blasting from the houses of the mega garden, I will think back to when I wrote this review.

And the beauty is that all this will happen.