BEND AND BREAK MEMORY OF A FRIDAY IN JUNE 1967Paco wraps himself in his bathrobe. Today is Friday and He finished his wo

BEND AND BREAK MEMORY OF A FRIDAY IN JUNE 1967Paco wraps himself in his bathrobe. Today is Friday and He finished his work day a little earlier. The sawdust of workshop has been left prostrate on the surface of the shower tray. He tries to tame his dark, slicked-back hair. You look at the mirror, grabs the brush and soap and shaves thoroughly. With the scissors, trim some hairs from his sideburns, some light taps on the face with Varon Dandy massage and goes out to the hallway, towards the kitchen. He approaches his wife, opens the bathrobe and rubs against his butt. -No, Paco. Not now... But what are you doing? No Do you see I'm washing dishes? I have the food on the fire and... -Shhhhh... Paco kisses and licks Amparo's neck and nibbles her earlobe, unties the bow on her apron and She gently lowers the zipper of her dress, putting her hands inside from the back to the breasts, caressing the nipples with smoothness -I come like a bull, Amparito. What do you want? It's your fault, you provoke me with that little mountain body, and it's you smell so good... -Oh, Paco! What are you like! Always looking forward to mess! -Amparito shivers with desire at her husband's caresses but he still doesn't want to give in. Not now... Paquito... But her panties are already wetter than the hands sinking in the water of the sink. Feel his erection touching her and without being able to avoid it she presses against him, leaning, inviting him without offering the slightest resistance. The man smiles and slowly lowers her panties. cotton and takes them off. From behind he caresses the soft hair of his pubes and his finger continues to explore restlessly between her wet sex. -Oops, oops... And you're the one who told me no? You're melting, woman! -continue calmly with your Complacent caresses that unleash sighs and moans more and more sharp, more pressing, more urgent. -Paquitooo... Mmmm... Put it in me now.... Let me I'm dying of desire... Mmmmm... And Paco doesn't take begging. Raise the flap pleated dress, takes his member in one hand and guides it to the entrance to her vagina. Close your eyes and forcefully insert it, feeling the heat of her soft buttocks against him, the burning of her tight sex that embraces him with pleasure and urges him to move with momentum. Amparo grabs the edge of the sink, moving his hips. He attacks her so hard that he almost lifts her legs. feet off the ground. She loves it when I do it like this, hard, fast, hard. And his unruly hands are skilled in giving him pleasure, caressing her breasts, her hard nipples, her swollen clitoris and anxious. The dishes wait resignedly at the bottom of the stack. The rice broth in the pot is consumed little by little. The neighbor on the third floor is shocked again by the noisy fiery of the couple from the floor below, who don't stop, for God's sake, they don't they stop... Until Amparo's intense moan is heard, the last moan of joy at feeling well watered by her husband's semen, full, satisfied, happy. Paco withdraws slowly, taking out his member, breathing hard, with his heart beating a mile an hour. The drops of semen and fluids slide freely between the thighs of the women. He turns it around and looks at it. His cheeks are flushed, her eyes bright, strands of her hair disheveled They fall on his face, escaped from the prison of the bun and the hairpins. And so, disheveled, sweaty and smiling, it seems to Paco prettier than ever. He kisses her sweetly. -Oh! The rice! -Amparo runs to turn off the fire-. See? He's already out of broth! It's over! -Calm down woman. You know I like it like that, sweet, like you. The chicken rice will be stale, sticky like Pasty and a little burnt, yes, but it will taste great to Paco. MEMORY OF THE FIRST VERBENA. JULY 1963 The town's main square is decorated with garlands, flags and colored lanterns. The orchestra returns sing a pasodoble and the couples move to the rhythm of the music around the fountain. Sunday clothes, aroma of donuts and parties employers. At the drinks stand Paco keeps his eyes on the girl brunette who talks and laughs with her friends. From time to time she She looks up at him, but quickly takes it away. - Paco, damn! What are you waiting for? -his friend Manolo He shakes his shoulder with his hand. He's going to escape if you don't tell him. something. Come on, don't be an idiot and go ask her to dance. -But have you seen her? It's beautiful! and so fine and educated... Who is from the capital... And look at me, a piece of rough town. I'm sure he'll laugh in my face. -Well look, my mule. The Jacinto has already left you He went ahead and asked her to dance. -The mother who gave birth to him! That's a pig He just wants to touch her and touch her! -Paco finishes his glass of Sovereign, he gathers courage and heads towards the couple like lightning. The girl tries to separate herself from the octopus like Well she can, all suffocated, until that tall boy arrives and dark-skinned, chocolate-colored eyes, the one who looks at her so much, and who now hits the undesirable on the shoulder. -The girl promised me this dance, Jacinto, so you can get your paws off him now if you don't mind. you want to see them with me. Paco's firm and determined expression does not admit discussion. Jacinto leaves shaking his head and Paco takes between He puts his arms around the young woman and begins to dance. -Ha...You've lived in the town for a while, right? -asks the young man-. Your parents are the ones who have opened the new haberdashery on Main Street, right? -Yes -Amparo raises her head to look at him and blushes His feet move to the rhythm of the pasodoble Paquito the Chocolatier and his heart beats at a faster pace. feel the warmth of his left hand on her back, guiding her as she danced and making it spin. His right hand against yours, palm against palm, sweaty, nervous hands. -Do you... Do you like movies? Tomorrow they cast Red Cross girls in the Parish Center. -I've already seen her -she doesn't dare to look at him, her cheeks are flushed like scarlet. -Ah... Well - the boy's disappointment is evident. -But I would like to see her again -he rises again the sight and smiles at him. -What is your name? -Protection. -Paco. And Paco spins it again, happy. The smile of the girl is brighter than the hundreds of lanterns that They cover the sky in the town's main square. MEMORY OF AN AFTERNOON IN THE BACK ALLEY. SUMMER 1964 The mouths join hot, lips moist and eager tongues. The man's hand slides anxiously between the woman's thighs. She removes it, but the hand comes back insisting. in achieving your goal. -No! -Amparo takes his hand away from a slap-. You know not. So don't go any further or you'll make me Get angry again, Paco. That you don't respect me. that I am a woman decent and you know that until we get married, nothing. -But I can't stop touching you... You're going crazy. I want you... I want you so much... -they return to kiss with passion and this time the hands repeat attacking as a duo, one in the neckline towards the breasts and the other under the skirt. -No! -he pushes him away-. Do you think I'm a... a... like Popotitos? Yeah, don't look at me like that, I know how you look at that busty girl when she serves you a drink at the bar. And the other day I saw through the window that you were touching her tits! -I? Aaaah... But don't be silly, woman. Had a little bug and I was removing it. It was just that, don't think badly, that I only like you - he wants to caress her again, but Amparo she stops him, angry. -Yeah. A bug... You really are a bug! And a pig! Is this what you want? To spread my legs? You don't tell me Do you want, Paco, if you loved me you would respect me. Always the same discussion, you always go looking for the same thing... And we always end up equal! No, you don't love me Paco... -But how can I not love you? If I love you so much that I'm dying for you, for kissing you, for touching you, for... -the His hands go to her behind, crazy with desire, pulling her towards him, and only gets a new rejection. -No! -his eyes flash with fury- Stop it! I'm going home! If all you want is to touch meat and put the churro, you can go look for that Popotitos now! The girl walks away determinedly from the gloom of the alley towards the street lamps. He turns the corner and heads to his house. Paco follows her in silence, clenching his jaws. This Maybe they are not walking hand in hand, but each one on their own, she in front with a light step and he behind. When they arrive at the patio She takes the key out of her purse, opens it and enters without turning around. Paco walks away towards his house. It's hot, very hot. hot for him angry and hot because of the erection that presses him against the zipper of his corduroy pants and that demands immediate relief. He enters the house greeting his parents with a brief good night, mother knitting in the rocking chair, father dozing on the couch, and goes straight to his bedroom, closing the door. There he unbuttons his pants, opens the zipper and takes out his hard member. He sits on the bed and closes his eyes. in your mind there is his mouth, his eyes, his hands, his soft skin, the turgid form of her cleavage, her passionate kisses, her smell of cinnamon and a female. And he imagines her naked, under him with her legs surrounding him... and Paco's hand shakes faster and faster until it spills on that old T-shirt he wears for those occasions, soaking it with semen as much as his mind is soaked with Amparo, with sighs for your precious Amparo. Tomorrow they will make peace again, he will ask sorry, yes, but he will insist again at the slightest opportunity, that He's already tired of solitary, of bullfighting without a bull, yes, the Women don't understand it, they are different from men. Oh, Amparito, if you knew everything I feel... If you knew... And in the solitude of his room Amparo closes the door, she takes off her three-quarter length skirt and her faded sweater, Frees from bra and panties. He lies down on the bed and remembers his hands strong on her, their lips meeting, tongue in her mouth meeting his, dueling, voracious. Tour with his hands her body, caresses her nipples and heads to relieve the fire that is born in your gut and beats between your legs, dreaming and whispering, yes, Paco, yesss... Because when your mind and his voice says no, his heart and his body shout yes, Yes, yes... And it's getting harder and harder to stop him. feet, but he has to do it, he has to assert himself, because he already The saying goes, a man promises until he messes, and after nothing of what was promised. But it's so hard to refuse... Oh, Paquito... If you knew everything I feel... If you knew... MEMORY OF A STORM NIGHT 1983 -But what are you doing there? It's almost two o'clock early morning. Aren't you coming to sleep now? -Amparo shivers under her robe from the dining room door. -Yeah. Already. As soon as I finish the drink and the cigarette I go - the storm rages, the rain falls hard and the thunder They rumble after the fleeting appearance of lightning. -Don't you think you've been drinking lately? too much? Yesterday I bought the bottle of cognac and there is only a quarter left -sits next to him on the sofa, in front of a television on that At those hours it only issues the monotonous lines of the adjustment letter. -Of course... -Paco stirs with red eyes and tired appearance. Since now you are the one who pays everything, no longer I can't even have a fucking drink in my own house. Come on, you have to get screwed -You know that I'm not saying it for that reason, you know that I I say because...-the thunder rumbles. -Damn! -grab the cup and the star against the wall. Then he sits down and covers his face with his hands, sobbing-. I'm no good for anything anymore. Almost a year already unemployed and maintained by my wife. What a man I am. with forty tacos, without job or benefit, which I don't even care about anymore. What a deal you made by marrying me. I wanted to give you everything, have you like a queen and look at me, you'd better divorce me, Now that the Law has been approved, what am I worth... -Don't say that, Paco! Just...It's just a bad streak, soon you will find a job, you'll see - he takes her hands and He moves them away from his face. For now we make do with my salary, we enough to pay the mortgage and eat, even if we have to hustle the belt a little and... Well... In the store the manager told me said that they may need someone for deliveries. Them I have talked about you. Tomorrow you go very early, before he give the job to someone else. Come on, Paco... Let's go to bed. You know not I can sleep if I don't have you by my side. And Paco gets up, turns off the television and the light and He follows Amparo to the bedroom. They both go to bed. Paco turns back The storm continues and neither of them sleep. MEMORY OF A SUNDAY MORNING 1998 -Amparo... Wake up... I'm... -What are you? -the woman becomes sleepy and then he looks at him. What are you what? Are you sick? Does something hurt you? -No. That I'm hard on. Look -Paco shows him the bulge in his pajama pants with excitement. Amparo bites her lips. The truth is that no she doesn't feel like having sex at all, since she had menopause she doesn't feel the same desire that he felt before and is almost grateful for the more and more her husband's frequent lack of erection due to his age. -Take advantage, Amparito, this doesn't happen every time. days and today the bells ring, it is a holiday and on top of that We have to work -Paco laughs. The woman looks at him. His head no longer has that kinky and curly dark hair. Now he has a shiny bald head. in the skull, but his smile is the same and the shine in his eyes is chocolate color has not changed, despite the crow's feet. Already They are over fifty. She's not the same either. has gained weight enough, the extra kilos have stagnated in an inflexible way and she no longer shows off that wasp waist or those firm breasts. The age and gravity does not forgive. Love, yes. -Do you... Do you feel like it? -Paco keeps looking at her very animated and Amparo is unable to refuse. So he opens his pants and bows his head between his legs, licking his glans. Then he raises his head and he smiles at her. -I like this more. It's been a while since I I ate, little bird, and today I'm going to binge. The man breathes a sigh of relief. It is also not very sure that the erection is firm enough for penetration. He sighs deeply when he feels the tongue, the lips, the saliva moisture. That experienced mouth that knows every fold of your skin, that knows how to make you moan, that gives you pleasure and life every time his head goes up and down between his legs. -Ampariiitoooo... Yessss... Aaaay, how good... But what a mouth he has... You're going to make me cum now... Amparo remembers when the great jets of semen hit hard inside her mouth. Now they flow more serene and ejaculation is less abundant. He swallows it and licks it well the entire member that already rests flaccid in his mouth. -Oh, Amparo... -Paco hugs her and they stay for a while like this, hugging, without saying anything, then he looks at her.-. I love you. Marry me. -But we are already married -the woman laughs. -Ah. Well, if you are already my wife, go ahead, get up and prepare breakfast for me. -Nothing about that, darling. You get up and bring me coffee and toast in bed, I've earned it, smartass. -Yes, ma'am. Whatever the lady orders. Today I am your faithful butler at your complete service. -But look, you're a clown. Go ahead and do the breakfast, then I'll need a good massage. Paco laughs and gets out of bed whistling. MEMORY OF A WINTER NIGHT 1972 -No. My head hurts -Amparo turns away back to her husband. -Your head always hurts. We have been without do it, since... Well, leave it, it doesn't matter. I don't have either you win now. Third spontaneous abortion. Infection caused by pathogenic germs in the ovaries and fallopian tubes. Sterility. Incapacity for motherhood. He will never be able to give her a son, three illusions, three disappointments and nothing. In the end nothing. Empty. Protection she feels that strange emptiness inside her, that nursery that decorated with so much enthusiasm drowns it in emptiness and silence, that house that I imagined full of children's laughter and cute faces of curly hair falls on him like a slab, a heavy slab full of emptiness. The woman tries to hold on and swallow the knot that He chokes in his throat, but he can't. Tears rush for break into his eyes and he sobs quietly. -Please, darling, Amparito, my life, no, no "Cry," the man approaches him from behind and whispers in his ear. No make me sink, for God's sake, I don't know what to do when you get like that, I die inside when I come home and see you so sad, that You are my life and my everything, I need to see your smile that illuminates me the soul, that without it I go out. And if it is from God that we cannot have children, well nothing happens, it will be you and me, but don't cry to me more, I don't know what to do to make you happy again, I would give my life because you would smile at me again like before, to hear your voice singing in the kitchen, that if you sink me, I sink with you because I don't know what to do to get you afloat again. And Amparo turns and sees him. He sees it in his eyes. He sees in his eyes the most absolute adoration, the fervor on his lips that They kiss her tears, from her arms that console and comfort her. That night Paco makes love to her slowly, with extreme tenderness, looking into her eyes at all times. And Amparo smiles at him. MEMORY OF THE WEDDING NIGHT. MAY 17, 1966 Dry with the white towel after washing in the I saw that new towel with the embroidered initials of both of us. A-F. The towel rests on the sink with new embroidery, a mix of pinkish flowers with blood-red and semen-white petals after having been released. -I'm sorry, have I... Have I hurt you a lot? -Paco He looks at her a little nervously when she leaves the bathroom and comes back in. lie down. -No... Not much... Well, a little, but it's Normal, it's the first time. -I have tried to be careful, darling, and also, I was so excited that I think it was too fast and you... Come on... You don't... Amparo looks at him and raises her shoulders. I was so nervous... He kissed her and caressed her, and yes, it was very sweet and tender, but it still hurt, and when he began to feel something more than that pain... Well now. Paco who rolls his eyes, the docks of the mattress gives its last creaks and the man who collapses on she. -Come -Paco sits her on his side and kisses her Gently, he takes off her white lace and lace nightgown and He licks her breasts with delight. -Mmmm... Paco... Turn off the light... -No, leave the bedside lamp on. night please I want to see you. Let me see you. He lays her down on the bed and settles on it, His lips continue touching, his tongue surrounding the nipples, going down smooth and soft belly, and continues going down, down, licking his English, blowing his hot breath on her sex, opening his lips with his fingers and... And Amparo believes that he is going to die, that he is leaving to die of pleasure if she continues like this, that language is killing her, little by little, with premeditation and treachery, and he sinks his fingers between Paco's curly hair, raising her hips further towards that perverse little tongue that is driving her crazy. -Pacoooo...Paquito... Mmmm... Sooooo... Yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 26, 2008 -So many memories... -Paco contemplates with rapture of his wife who sleeps peacefully at his side. A whole life. More than forty years together... Yes, Amparito, a lifetime... And you have nothing left, nothing... Sometimes you look at me as if you wanted to tell me something, but you can't find the words. Every time it costs you further. This very afternoon, when you asked me: "Is it raining, honey?" and immediately you asked me again, and then again, and again and again... My voice was suffocating in my throat when I answered you No, there was a splendid sun, there was a wonderful sun in the outside, that black clouds only populate your mind, my love. Your memories have been covered in black clouds. Paco gently caresses his gray hair. woman, trying not to wake her. Now at least he sleeps more calm thanks to the effects of the medication. -A lifetime of lost memories. we had our good moments, yes, and our bad moments too. But they were ours. Yours and mine. Now they are only mine. in your mind have been diluted, corroded by that damned disease, the great A, the blessed A for Amparo and the very son of a bitch A for Alzheimer's. Me too I'm suffocating, I don't want to bend, I don't want to break, but I'm breaking, because you have always been my protection and my refuge, my life and my being, and now I die when I see that lost look in the nothing, that empty look that does not recognize me, that soon will not will remember. But listen to me, darling... When... When you don't even remember your own name, when all the familiar faces seem the same to you, meet me in the morning when you get up... Meet me in the morning tomorrow when I wake up. Because unless I find myself bent and broken, I will meet you on the other side, you will find me in the light, that unless I am suffocating, I will meet you for the morning when you wake up. That my heart is bitter, painful, suffering, waiting for this new life that begins... But I You will find me in the morning, when you wake up, you will find me at wake up... bend and break (Keane) When you, when you forget your name When old faces all look the same Meet me in the morning, when you wake up Meet me in the morning, then you'll wake up If only I don't bend, and break I'll meet you on the other side I'll meet you in the light If only I don't suffocate I'll meet you in the morning, when you wake up Bitter and hardened heart Aching, waiting for life to start Meet me in the morning, when you wake up Meet me in the morning, then you'll wake up. If only I don't bend, and break I'll meet you on the other side I'll meet you in the light If only I don't suffocate I'll meet you in the morning, when you wake up...