Luciano realized that Bono had fallen in love with Lady Beautiful. He did not say one word, not even opened his mouth. He feigned not noticing and kept silent. The next time that Lady Beautiful appeared at La Buena Vida everything happened real quickly, as if she had arrived fl ying at great speed. She once again remained at the high part of the place. Now, it was Luciano who felt an uncontrollable impulse. He did not clear his throat and breathed deeply. In a wink, he began to hum the Bolero by Ravel. He started softly but with a powerful and sure voice which went high, to the sky. As he increased the energy of the musical piece, he did the same with the melodious sound and the profound emotion that came out of his powerful throat. His voice was that of the lover who is showing his irrepressible joy and is about to go mad because the loved one is near. He doesn't know it but his legs are moving without his knowledge and taking him where...
She looked at me attentively, and I think that she perhaps guessed that instead of feeling like a good-for-nothing, I was beginning to get angry. I saw that her gorgeous green eyes blinked too much. She gave me the impression that she thought for an instant just what she was going to say to me and then changed her strategy. Now, the tone of her voice and her attitude were less hostile and more amiable. She went from the hard and merciless character to that of an ingenious and tender negotiator. With sweet words almost dripping in honey, she told me, “Javier, my love, be a good friend. I ask you please not to seek me again. You know what?
Faced with the possibility of death, the most unexpected anecdotes of life return to visit Javier in the form of memories and dreamlike hallucinationsexistential crises, frustrated love stories, family encounters, and friendships. Everything is mixed together to weave a story that narrates the stay of the protagonist in a hospital in Mexico City while he fights to overcome pneumonia. In each chapter, the love that one lives from different namesMaria, Josefina, Lorena, and Victoriaand bodies keeps Javiers memory in a limbo of painkillers and exhaustion by his illness, seeking to hold once again the hand that returns the wish to live. In the end, only the wet grass will suffice to flood, with lucidity and life, the body reflected in the external window of that hospital that harbored his dreams.
The elevator door opened, and he mechanically went to where he always parked his car and began to wax it. After a while, when he was almost done, he realized that he had waxed another car, a Toyota very similar to his. 'Damn, I am such an idiot!' he said to himself. When he was about to finish waxing the car, he saw his new neighbor enter the basement and said, surprised and with disapproval: 'Hey, what is wrong with you? I did not ask you to wax my car. When did I ask you?' Raul felt like a real idiot for a couple of seconds, and even though he knew that his brain was not fully working, he told her with his best smile: 'There are those who ask for a cup of sugar to meet their neighbor, and there are those who wax their car. You are my neighbor, right? Can I borrow a cup of sugar?
Faced with the possibility of death, the most unexpected anecdotes of life return to visit Javier in the form of memories and dreamlike hallucinationsexistential crises, frustrated love stories, family encounters, and friendships. Everything is mixed together to weave a story that narrates the stay of the protagonist in a hospital in Mexico City while he fights to overcome pneumonia. In each chapter, the love that one lives from different namesMaria, Josefina, Lorena, and Victoriaand bodies keeps Javiers memory in a limbo of painkillers and exhaustion by his illness, seeking to hold once again the hand that returns the wish to live. In the end, only the wet grass will suffice to flood, with lucidity and life, the body reflected in the external window of that hospital that harbored his dreams.
She looked at me attentively, and I think that she perhaps guessed that instead of feeling like a good-for-nothing, I was beginning to get angry. I saw that her gorgeous green eyes blinked too much. She gave me the impression that she thought for an instant just what she was going to say to me and then changed her strategy. Now, the tone of her voice and her attitude were less hostile and more amiable. She went from the hard and merciless character to that of an ingenious and tender negotiator. With sweet words almost dripping in honey, she told me, “Javier, my love, be a good friend. I ask you please not to seek me again. You know what?
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