it looked up and met the imposing figure of the lion, undaunted, with his air of african queen and then heard a voice that seemed to come from a warehouse annex. Was that of Lola, who kindly asked him to leave the room because he was not yet open to the public. As he prepared to leave, she repented of his earlier request and asked him to stay, would do him company until the official opening hours.
Between sips of mezcal reposado spoke at length, even unaware that the Egyptian belly dancer was already running her dance while men with lust at the sight would demand their half-naked flesh.
knew then that this other Lola, the mariachi was only seven years younger than him, though neither the time nor the vicissitudes of his eventful life had left a dent in his snow-white skin or in his capacity as eternal adolescent. Of slightly built, but voluptuous, his features were distinctly Caucasian, although his dark hair and her first name, Ixtlilxochitl, of course Nahua, were heirs of a paternal ancestor, direct descendant of a sovereign chichimeca of prehispanic Mexico, on Mother Earth.
During those hours of quiet talk, his fine dark eyes locked on her gold and vice versa, giving rise to the seed of a clandestine love affair that was "in crescendo" day after day.
The ship remained docked him permanently. Meanwhile, the man spent his days of rest in the canteen to go and enjoy the presence of his new mistress, who shared the same name, unpronounceable to him, that those who still wanted both.
When Lola, his latest love, and now he was doing, sang his corridos and rancheras, he felt Next, he loved her with all the passion of his heart that he could and for a moment forgot his loss and misery to desire and possess her mind. The undressed in his dreams, he could guess even the weight of her breasts resounding under that tight dress. The thought almost perfect shapes, soft and fluffy hemispheres that referred you to the distant domes of Istanbul, whose shadows shelter the sultans and belly dancers.
And such was now the love she felt for this new Lola, so different and so identical to Dolores, who shrugged his soul was just thinking about it. And such was the frenzy that Lola felt for him, that shook and began to tremble every time I had before, as now.
sounded the last strains of "The King" and Lola took off his hat fell on his beloved, who picked up the flight, pressed between his hands and felt the intense perfume that emanated from him. It was the captivating fragrance of this female had entered her life as an outsider and that she could not ever quit. They both watched as the applause rang and she made a genuflection. They looked very deeply into her eyes and excited, tears, uncontrollable, sprang from them.
Above, on the cold platform, they also lioness watched with glassy eyes. Silent witness to a love not yet found, perhaps impossible, there, at the last edge of our solar system, beyond a small planet known as Pluto ...
FIN
Painting "The Love Embrace of the Universe, Earth, Diego, me, Mr. Xolotl", 1949, Frida Kahlo.
