Teleportation

It was fun to imagine a picture with people that I like, music that I love, blood and an incredible laughter of my soul, all in the same image while having my English class. After being tied by the anthem of normality, since a good friend played “Violet hill” on the radio, I stood strong, even though I was tied.

Because I am indifferent to Rock music, I did not think about anything else.  Should I love Violet or Red wine?  A silly thought came to my mind as fast as the flash of a Venezuelan journalist’s camera in a protest. Red wine instead of yellow, blue and red plus eight white stars? That hell yeah! Wait…what? Are you saying that the “Rock system” is watching me from its window-pain? Suck it! I have my wisdom. 

My good friend played a second song, named “Uprising”. Believe me. I was tied with Rock and Roll-belts all over my body and my chest was pressed against the floor. Obviously I had to raise up! Just a powerful thought came to my mind: -Colombian music, save me! Wait a minute…I am not bleeding. My ears are not bleeding. Hhhmmmm… -What that hell? Colombian music, save me! “Con sentimieeeeennnnntoooo” or in this context: “With a lot of feeeeeeeling…”

Shit! Out of nowhere, something grabbed me. Tentacles. Like the ones from the ancient Greek octopus named “The KRACKEN”, that held me back one more time. My good friend played a third song, “Land of confusion”. No! I am not confused! This is my land. And this is my thought. Tentacles…good bye! I teleported myself into a different classroom, same classmates, same professor and the same fat cats with the same heart-attacks. I grabbed the radio, played a song and the room started to fill up with blood. Blood out of their ears? Interesting.

Wait a minute…my professor’s ears are not bleeding. She is laughing with me. All of them are closing their eyes, bleeding and complaining, but she is not. She is smiling at me. The flash has finished. I teleported again to “normality”. Nobody is bleeding. Colombian music, thank you. No tentacles. No belts. No wires or chains of Rock and Roll. My friend has finished with his songs. The whole classroom should be happy that I was not in charge of the radio. I would have been cleaning the floor with a mop, for a long time   Would I teleport again? Let’s wait for the next song and I will let you know. The violet color has won to the other three ones that no one represents. Everyone has teleported to other places. That makes me have a heart-attack, even though I have no heart. Colombian music, save me! Again…