Mío, ese hombre es mío,
A medias, pero mío, mío, mío
Para siempre mío,
Ni te le acerques es mío
Con otra, pero mío, mío, mío
Ese hombre es mío.
They listened to that Paulina Rubio song on the radio and Natalia turned up the volume a little to sing it out loud and do some acting.
-Half not anymore, with another no longer and forever mine; True love?
Natalia tells him, leaning on his shoulder as much as he could since he was driving on the highway.
"Now you're the one I have halfway. –says Martín.
"I am completely yours my love, because my husband has not touched me for years; Or why do you think I was looking for you Like crazy and everywhere, until I found you on that stormy afternoon?
- And you, what do you work on? Love. —Martín asks.
"I'd like to tell you everything about me, but the more things you know, the sooner you'll know when I'll have to leave. —She says in a pitiful voice. -Do not believe, I am a public prosecutor and my husband is a magistrate, but he has not served for years due to his state of health, which, although it is stable, keeps him unable to practice.
Martin kept one hand on the lady's leg over her dress, and she picked it up until they were skin to skin.
"You're going to cause us to clash, love. —He says, smiling.
-Ay Martín, you say it as if you were not used to being with women, if you see that you are a easy and gifted.
-Oh Natalia, Natalia, if you knew what the Soulless Mirror hides behind its dark reflections, I assure you that you would not think the same of me, and then you would know when I would have to leave.
- I love it when you talk like that! As romantic as if you were the medieval knight you describe in your books, I even think that sometime I will be the muse that manages to inspire you one of your suggestive poems.
- I have a surprise for you!
-Me? Go tell me it is!
-As soon as we are in the living room of your house I will tell you.
Martin tells her just crossing the bridge of Isla Guadalupe and a few minutes later, When he was already putting the car in and closing the electric gate, she told him.
-Wait a moment, love, and let me give you a kiss that I come with many eager to do it, but I could not because you were driving.
She tells him suggestive by putting her knees in the center of the seats while reclining the backrest to be higher than him, at the beginning of that kiss that ended up sailing south of his waist, in a devouring kiss that culminated in a delicious lethargy of extended spasms and intermit.
between faded chills that made him shake his soul, while he discharged the strength of his passion, quenching the thirst of that wet mouth that determined wanted to make him feel that he liked it, that he enjoyed it and that he loved it.
"You are wonderfully, love.
Martin says as soon as he could say something.
"You taught me to do all this with the lyrics of your novel.
-You taught me to sail from North to South, that's why you're my favorite writer, heart.
-If you say that you did not call me all day yesterday, because you thought I was busy with the one that the hotel paid me with, and you waited for me patiently, while you looked and looked at the cell phone, waiting for at least one WhatsApp from me, and I did not hear you annoyed or sarcastic when I called you, it means that you were not jealous.
-A little love; But what is it? I was to blame for that situation for not looking for you in the park, or on the boardwalk, but all that is in the past, Because I already have you here and when I need you I already know where to find you, because you will stay here and you will not go anywhere.
Already for this they had entered the house and Natalia took him to her room, where she helped him unpack his small suitcase, arranging things in each drawer and his personal items in her dressing table, taking dirty clothes to the laundry room, and went down to the kitchen to prepare something to eat to return to the living room, where Martin after telling her that, took control to turn on the television.
-Then this is the surprised that I have for you.
And manipulating the remote control he went straight to his YouTube poem channel, to look for the love poem without jealousy that began to be heard, recited with his voice with the music in the background of killing me softly by the group fugees, between slides of couples romantically kissing between some red, black and yellow flowers.
https://youtu.be/5GDLjRZKelM
- Did you really do it for me?
"There was no one else who inspired me a poem like that.
—And, and?
Natalia says, but she regretted it before asking.
-Leave the television on to listen to your poems in the background while we go to sleep; Yes? It's already 4 in the morning and I feel a little tired.
And she took him by the hand to the same bedroom.
Where he had accommodated his scarce luggage, the same bedroom of her, the master bedroom where she told him, Already once hugged to him under the soft sheets that perfectly inhibited the effect of the air conditioning.
-This is my bedroom since I was a child because in reality I am not born in Ciudad del Carmen, well yes, because I was born there, and I was registered there, but all my childhood I lived here with my parents and sisters, so in this bedroom I have never slept with any man, not even with my husband, so do not think that you are usurping anyone's place, Because this place was reserved for you for a lifetime.
-I settle for usurping a place in your heart and in your gaze.
-You already have that from the first time I saw you throwing the fishermen's net, my great León Martín Jáuregui, my great Mirror without Soul; Now if you could tell me the story of the Mirror without a Soul? That story that nobody knows because you haven't written or published them yet.
She tells him hugging him leaning on her chest while stroking his muscular arms, but after almost half an hour of listening to the sad story of the events, that made the Mirror without Soul be born, she asked him very sad and with tears in her eyes, kneeling on the bed while he, sitting on the edge finished telling her.
- So you don't have brothers, nephews, uncles, or cousins?
-Neither parents and only two daughters, but as if I did not have them, because since the accident in which I should have died and not their mother, they hate me and have never done anything to see me again or know about me.
- And the Soul that lost the Mirror is that of your wife, who was called Soul? My god!
Natalia says regretful for having asked that dejected giant to tell her the saddest story of his life, and while she saw him about to cry as a child would, she gently took him by the shoulders urging him to lie down, and while she wrapped him she settled next to him to embrace him tenderly while she said.
-Excuse me my love for making you remember that sad story, now sleep that tomorrow will be another day, I promise you that tomorrow will be a nice day.
And he embraced him without kissing him because surrendered as they were this time they did not love each other in body but in soul, falling fast asleep.