¿Vienes a Cenar? Versión en españok

¿Would you come to dinner? ¿Are you happy? She asked. The question suddenly appeared on the balcony of her eyes...it echoed in her mouth...her lips modulated it...it transformed the instant. - -I am... In my own way... -What do you mean... "my way"? -You are not always happy...you have to work to be happy...create happiness...for example...You...at this moment...you make me happy, and...You... You are happy?... -I am...I have my children... -Of course...children are a great reason to feel happy.. Do you have children? -Yes... they are grown up... they live abroad... I miss them a lot... -It shows that you are very affectionate... you should be raising... -I? At my age...? -How old are you? -How old you think I am? -. fifty...? Do you want to make me feel good...huh? Nonoo...many more. He never told her how many... -Tell me... He inquired... Why are you asking? - Curiosity... you look sad... I saw you the other day, you were walking along the stone path that leads to the Hermitage, you were head down... you stopped to contemplate the gardens, the flowers... you crouched down to touch them...you didn't tear any...I thought you were going to do it, you looked towards the street, for a long time...and towards the sky...then you sat in a bench, one of those at the end of the park, under the pines. .. just sat there... I wanted to accompany you... -Really? ...I would have loved your company. -And ... her? ... -My wife? ...do you know her? -Yes .. just from the distance... -...She...works...studies...travels... - You know something?... I don't like ... I mean... your wife... she is SOOO... serious... she seems to be short-tempered... and... she's not pretty at all. . for you... ...well. you are... solo solo handsome... She was talking about the woman she loved...she knew it wasn't easy to classify her...although...it was true...she appeared to be sullen, distant...but ugly?...Well...she was when he made witchy faces to every woman...women caused her allergies...they all wanted to take her man from her...she loved him so much, he was her only love...she knew that he made himself to be loved...that no woman she resisted him... that's why she was the way she was... sullen... dry... she had to scare them, chase them away, impose her dominance from the beginning... - Appearances are deceiving, don't you think? ... let's talk about other things... the idea is... if I am... if we are happy... At this moment for example... I am happy! - Me too... Will you visit me again...? - May l? - Of course. I really like the way you are... Ah!... promise me to be Happy... like now... Yes? He didn't answer... he only extracted from his joy a slight, quick, submissive smile... he stopped for a moment, it was his custom, to pause before leaving, to say goodbye... or see you later, with his eyes, to investigate with his eyes if he left something memorable...something to remember him. She...had gone back to whatever she was doing when he came to see her...He came to the street...stopped, came back... -You? I thought that you were gone... -No... Yes...it's just...well...I forgot to tell you that...I loved our talk...I was looking for the opportunity to have it from the first day, when you took over your position... Later, we met at the Christmas party...do you remember? It was...something...special...a nice feeling...I still feel it... - Do you know something? ...I also liked you...you seemed...different...to other men...- I say this because I know them...I know them well...I hope you don't mind... - Nonoo... of course not... Why should I bother?... it's your life... I didn't know you before... -The same... but... I feel I have to tell you things... talk to you about myself... -You don't have to do it... Ah! I forgot... He handed her an envelope...it contained one of his poems...She smiled slightly...her laugh was like a brief note of piano... lonely... played at midnight-only a morose echo remains. He opened the envelope...took out the paper...read the poem...quickly... . -Very beautiful...thank you...she placed it next to her... The poem... a whim of his... he wanted to share his feelings with her... he liked her reactions, so varied... so hers... and her look, and her angelic face... and her voice. And... her eyes... liked everything about her... He would send her other poems... A few days passed, calls, emails, dedicated poems, brief visits, questions... few answers They saw each other one friday afternoon...in a peaceful, hidden place, chosen by hers. escaped from his daily world... She spoke of his life... his eyes gave off candor, sincerity, curiosity. -What are you thinking? she asked, pointing at his eyes... -In your freckles...you have seven, in sight...they look like stars stuck in black holes...cosmic...one wants to get lost in them... She smiled...- he felt close...and distant...and close... -I'll be alone this weekend...my children...will go to the countryside with their grandparents... -And... you? ...What are you going to do? -I don't know yet...maybe...I'll stay at home.... I want to be alone... -And your husband? He inquired - ...I don't care what he does...I hope he goes out with his friends...but he won't...How boring! - How sad, that there is nothing between you...He just lives there...in the guest bedroom...he annoys me...he doesn't do anything...! Nothing! not even for himself...I can't tell him to leave. .is... out of work... out of money... - But... you said you were happy... - Yes. I am... I have my children... I went to the Treasury for them... at the beginning of the year... they were with him... he settled in to come with us... I couldn't refuse -What do you think? Why are you looking at me like that? -Because I like you... I still like your moles, your black holes... You... I just like you... I like you...! -I like you too...- she whispered blushing...with her slight smile...enigmatic, as if rescuing memories, mistreating them with sorrows...

He brushed her fingers - slender...long, stripped of wedding rings...her demeanor...that of a schoolgirl...her tousled hair, her natural lips..."she was pale and blond", like Lucía. the bride of Musett- She allowed him to explore the tiny cavities of his hands with his fingertips... He felt a deep tremor... it wasn't capillary, it was an agitated artery... Another meeting...in his office...working hours...interrupted...but not busy... -I've been awake for several nights... I can't sleep lately... -Nor I... The usual questions were crossed-the silence entangled in the uncertainty of the answers... -I want you to see some photographs... she said... on a CD...I found them today...time since I saw them last... - And se entered the maze of files on her PC...he opened the ones she wanted. He, by her side... he wanted to arrange his golden curls... She was not there... her gaze fixed on the images on the screen... immersed in them... -Look... my house... over there... in the Treasury... Do you like it?... . -I like it a lot... She sighed... she passed the next photograph... and the following ones... - Look...my daughter...she was five years old...so pretty...and this...is my son...so similar to me, right? They are beautiful... -Yes...beautiful... Like you! -...Look... my bedroom...he murmured. She lay reclining on a patchwork coverlet...and in another, in the same bedroom...she was wearing a nightgown, very short, brightly colored, revealing her body, slim, firm...sensual... He posed smiling... like a bride on the brink of her honey bliss... He... imagined the moment... Suddenly he appeared. Her man! . He knew it from the poses in that image and many others that She passed by, silent, thoughtful--the love between them was noticeable; in their faces ... full of light; in domestic scenes; in the happy images of barbecues; in the shots of many moments at many parties; in the tender, natural looks... and in the sharing of drinks and kisses... One could guess the sunny landscapes of the Treasury framed by the curtains of the bedroom; This is how He saw it... lost in an avalanche of questions. -Your husband? - I wish ... ...!...Nooo...just a friend...from other days , past...does it bother you? -No...Of course not... -Really? He-remained silent... he looked at her for a long time... with a sad look... of a loser... - I'll call you... I won't distract you anymore.. He went out into the street... He arrived at his house... lost in an unknown territory... There was a message on the answering machine... It was Her ... Call me...?.. .He did. -Did you arrive well? How are you? Are you upset? She said - Of course not! Why would I be? -That's good!... See you again... Yes? Tell me yes... -Yes... of course yes... He called her a few days later... They arranged to see each other. -Thank you for coming... I needed you... I love seeing you... you make me happy... How are you?... -Happy to see you...You look very beautiful...What do we do? Shall we go to the cinema? To have a drink? To walk... around...? -What a pity with you!... But...No...It will be another time... You know something? I'm going shopping... with my husband... he's coming with me to run errands... Ah...! I tell you... he got a job... at last... everything is going to change... He...Stunned...He didn't manage to answer him... She, stamping a kiss on his cheek: "Call me...later...I'm going to prepare something delicious...I know you'll like it...Would you come for dinner?   And he went to dinner She opened the door... -Finally you got here...! Did I take a long time?... -Yes... I was anxious... I knew you would come... He was already inside... before his world... She was presenting it to him... without words... scrutinizing his gestures... his eyes, a flow of compliments... - And... Your children...your...husband? -...They went out...to the park...they're going to the cinema... - Oh...! I forgot...-For you... - It can't be... it's my favorite wine! She felt light... Happy!... the tingles of happiness ran through the paths of her skin. She... smiled... - Come... make yourself comfortable here... His eyes guided...they went out into the garden... He pointed to a soft divan... in a half-lit corner, sheltered by the canopy covered with darkened glass paintings supported by exposed wooden frames... Fine, partitioned pots hung from the crossbars, planted with geraniums, ferns, orchids... gave off delightful aromas; a few loose mats covered the dark red cobblestones of the floor; here and there, small tea tables on the stairs, one in the center, glass on stone... and ceramics, and indefinite paintings that hung from the red brick walls--the transparency of the glass sides stood out--and scattered magazines,, Vogue, Cosmos, Fuchsia, Soho...Mademoiselle .....from a hidden place came a soft rhythm of bolero...outside, in the garden, under the bougainvilleas, climbing haphazardly from the bars and from the wind, the trembling luminous wings of the candles burned in its cauldrons raised on the edge of tortuous stone paths... - Do you want to uncork our bottle of wine?... To you... - To you... She drank from her cup- her lips formed a circle of pleasure, she encircled with a kiss the edge of the cup... upright like an Olympic statue at the top of a mountain. his eyes fixed...on an arcane... -He... poured out of his glass, slowly... wanting to do it from the source of his lips... - What are you thinking about? - she whispered... while in a brief inclination of her waist, she placed her empty cup on the burnished surface of the coffee table. -He... poured out of his, slowly... wanting to do it from the source of his lips... - What are you thinking about?...- she whispered... while in a brief inclination of her waist, she placed her empty glass on the burnished surface of the coffee table. He saw Her portrayed in the glass of the table... all of her in an inverted flying reflection, extended to the crystals of the canopy's low ceiling... her pink blouse... her long, swan-like neck... the necklace of pearls rendered on the porcelain of her skin.. the tenuous curvature of her breasts, the insinuating border of her peaks... her miniskirt. Her black stockings...her half-round boots...her red slippers. . She...smile...Her blond hair, like on fire, stirred by a faint breeze... without origin, seemed to burn in the magic of the environment. He thought... about... her soft, and sheltered place environment...so...Hers. !... In the distance rose the hills of the Treasure...the East of the city bordered on the clouds...it was getting dark.. She looked at him...while he arranged the cushions of the divan-then...she cradled herself, childish posture, between its softness... Do you like it so much? - - Charming... like everything about you... She... smiled... looked at him... something further away was absent... - Guess what?...Let's go out for dinner...I could have prepared a delicious meal...but...it would have disturbed the moment...this moment ...don't you think? ... -Of course... yes... it's more... I prefer to see you like this... dedicated... to... Being Happy...! - ... Me too He reached up and raised his glass to her ... She filled it... and her own... and they drank... drop by drop... looking into each other's eyes... -   -Wait a second... I'm going for a coat... His thoughts wen blue He thought of Her, of dinner ... out there, somewhere,   Joseph Berolo Copyright 2004