Todas las posibilidades writhe in just a moment.
What this woman wants money. You want to stop writing. Who wants to sleep with me. He wants revenge because I narrated the story unfairly. Although not remember doing it. A woman like that is impossible to forget. Who wants to destroy. Who wants to love me. You want something that certainly I do not want.
The possibilities are unfolding and unfolding. But she is, I said and I repeat, the unexpected.
- Blackmail? - Wonder.
She nods. Korea-blackmail .- "I have printed your text and I go bragging couples per couple. If one does not like to realize some things about her boyfriend, do you think that you would like half world does?
I scratch my nose. -Bueh half the world ... So many people do not enter the blog .- commented, to divert attention and save time.
The woman does not fall into the trap. -Donato, I-
I do not know your name .- interrupt, naive, believing that the fact to know and build trust demolish any possibility of blackmail.
She smiles. "Nadia is presented .-" Now, Donato ... - reiterates "What I want is simple.
The possibilities are strangling in my brain.
- Yes?
answered "Yes .--I want to be here.
want to be here.
Sigh. - And that would be ...?
His face adopts a certain shyness. "I want to write about me .- I trust.
slowly nod to finish with a shrug. - What you could not come up with a boyfriend and no blackmail involved?
"No understand. I want to be your muse. "My muse .-
repeat.
She smiles. "I appear in your stories. To write about me. And write about that Cecilia. That, incidentally, I do not like one bit.
hit my palate with the tongue. "Look, I can not promise anything but I'm sure if you come here with your boyfriend ... - insist, While it would be like forcing the state-
-No I want that .- retorts.
"I do not want to force anything. Nadia
laughs. -No. I do not want to come here with my boyfriend. Imagine. Sure you do. And surely you'll do it. Or everyone here will find out what you do while pretending to clean the counter. And I think they're going to lynch, Donato. And they're going to fire .- rebukes, with a gentleness that belies his words. He raises his eyebrows and big eyes devour me. - What do you think?
- What I ...? - Babble while I scratch my chin, I think you have serious problems.
- Problems?
nod. "All vanity. And insecurity. I think you have the fantasy to be the Titanic minita posing naked before a man who paints, who is venerated. Want to get on a pedestal. And on a pedestal intangible apart. A pedestal comfortable, secure, remote. Without the ability to see you, touch you. Without the ability to feel vulnerable. Because what I want to feel is to be an object of desire but a desire that can not achieve. Vague because it remains unchanged. Remains eternal. We do not rule out vague, do not get rejected. Your world is purely masturbatory. And you're not even original in this stupidity. The world is saturated with reverse voyeurism. So I think.
She remains silent. He asks me some pills but I do not respond strawberries with no movement. Just look at her. Take a step back, and then another. And then another. So leave the little bar.
Sigh. "I think that what we think really work .- mumbled.
And then I see out the window. Take a leaf and placed against the glass. A Tachito throws up something that looked like glue and press hard. Couples who are in turn to her, confused. Start reading. I run in desperation.
