Caminhava sozinha pela rua; os seus passos encontravam-se sozinhos, abandonados. Caminhava cada vez mais depressa, com mais firmeza. Não tinha medo, mas não queria trabalhar nesse dia. Era sábado, e nesse dia não trabalhava!
As ruas estavam vazias, abandonadas. Passava agora por um bairro solitário, misterioso. Parou de andar, e ficou à escuta. Sentia-o... Mesmo atrás de si... Sentia algo que se aproximava. Algo desconhecido, algo mau. Acelerou o passo pois não queria confusão nessa noite. Eram as quatro da madrugada e queria chegar a casa o mais depressa possível.
Concentrou-se e tentou escutar: passos, passos atrás dela... Passos firmes, mas curtos; olhou de soslaio, viu uma sombra a aproximar-se. Com o seu sorriso maroto, e a sobrancelha erguida continuou a andar, mas mais devagar, com uma lentidão sensual, cuidando os seus passos de maneira que cada pé estivesse à frente do outro; olhava para o chão, escutando os pés que a seguiam.
She was walking alone down the street; her steps were alone, abandoned. She was walking ever faster, with more firmness. She wasn't afraid, but she didn't want to work that day. It was Saturday, and that day she wasn't working!
The streets were empty, abandoned. Now, she was passing through a deserted, misterious neighborhood. She stoped walking, and listened. She was feeling it... Right behind her... She was feeling something that was approaching. Something unknown, something bad. She accelerated her step as she didn't want fray that night. It was four o'clock in the morning and she wanted to get home the sooner as possible.
She focussed and tryed to listen: steps, steps behind her... Firm steps, but short ones; she looked askance, saw a shadow approaching. With her mischievous smile, and her eyebro raised she continued walking, but slower, with a sexy sluggishness, taking care of her steps so that each foot was ahead of the other; she was looking at the floor, listening the feet that were following her.
Raphael Gonçalves
