That night Yahaira said the words that Rafael had waited many months. "At eight o'clock in the usual place," and the words themselves were recalled as rumbling echoes within the walls of his body, his heart, his soul. It was not only the desire carnal feelings but ancestral to join that need constant and sharp of meat with the burgeoning monstrosity of desire to possess, have, to take possession of something alien, but forever craved forbidden.
We all get a moment like this, the secret known only two luxuriously details, anxiety, throbbing agony of wanting the days, hours, minutes and seconds disappear like the wind of Lent. The mouth-watering, as when we see mangoes hanging from its branches, tempting our eyes and hands and although are green (and we know it) will throw stones only to see them fall. wasted does not matter if you end up hundreds of mangoes that we eat a dozen of them. Under each mango tree there are hundreds of stones and green mango, memories of times when the lust of the bite could not hold back and succumb to the intense pleasure of the greed and sour juice.
Rafael could try in your mouth that sweet-tart juice and endless anticipation, because nothing is as delicious as the surprise anticipated, sin to become individual pleasures, the embrace of all anxieties melt shelved to transform them into delicious sweet coconut empalagantemente.
How is it possible that eight words sink so deep inside a human being! "At eight in the usual place. "It is understood only by others who have heard the same words, those who have seen the blood and air marathon running through arteries and lungs, the relentless beat that repeats in himself "yeah, yeah, yeah !!!!" People rarely understand the impact their words cause in Llosa others. A child who constantly hears the bad end a failure, the woman who constantly hears his misfortune ends being a killer of their own truths, the man who heard again and again that is a waste ends up serving only to change the light bulbs in the house. Human beings are constantly and consistently talk about us we build or destroy us.
Rafael wanted to know more, wanted him Yahaira better anticipate the time, wanted in the depths of his being to hear two words: "are ready." Ok, yes, for everything to get to the end of the world to rotate the hours in the opposite direction, to stop all the winds and waves, to tell the sun to return whence it came, to order the moon to be hidden forever, to remind the stars who could make shine forever, to make the heat of two bodies found were able to turn on all the volcanoes in the ball of the world and all the bottles to spill blood that exist in the universe. "Come ready" was a promise, it was an order, it was a sudden, it was an anxiety, a condemnation, was the rope around his neck and sword against the wall. "Cursed!", He managed to say Rafael, "I'll give you a heart attack." Yahaira not hear those words, he had hung up the phone, but if I could see Rafael secretly repented of having caused such consternation. As often happens, women do not fully know how much people depend on them.
If I could tell you what happened you may also think what I thought. Then came the day, the time has arrived to the minute, came the second, not in hours but in Dominican "time gringa." They were eight o'clock and Rafael expected in the usual place. He cursed a thousand times for not doing pee before you come, he was there and he almost exploded bladder. "Yahaira Come, come Yahaira, see Yahaira , "was repeated again and again. It took eight, then eight and a half, after nine and, finally, at ten Rafael realized that Yahaira not fulfill the promise. At that time included many things, his eyes were opened little by little, his eagerly awaited, anticipated his wishes became bitter and thick bile. In his distress came to embrace the feelings of many people who have heard such promises entire history of humanity. There is nothing so sorrowful and so random as the lies and broken promises.
encoder million questions behind the phrase "why not wine?" Those who survived these hecatombs continue spreading hope. When the random failure of the depths of our desires change our truths is time to sow new hopes and new realities. Pobre Rafael. Felices us.
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