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Este diminuto relato lo he escrito esta misma mañana, lo cuelgo aquí recién salido del horno :-)

Soñaba que dormía

Soñaba que dormía boca abajo, con el rostro presionado contra la almohada, cuando en realidad –y esto, claro is, I only knew the wake-sleep on your back, hands on his chest, as the effigy of a mausoleum. And if this seems in itself an inconsistency, imagine how strange and disparate was the dream.

dreamed that I slept with my second wife but the profile, the hair color and especially the soft curve of her back, were the first. And only one who has slept with over a woman knows what they become different when you lie on your side, from the stillness of closed eyelids, lips parted, until the scent of your hair or the temperature of your skin. However, in the men always the same case: sleep with the second woman dreaming of the first.

From my first wife did not hear anything after the divorce, at least immediately. Once I seemed to see her in the street, far away, was indeed his upright posture, high heels, and dark hair I remembered, but lost in the crowd of Rio Roses with Santa Engracia, and I confess that I I was instantly stuck in the sidewalk, afraid to keep going, in case enough.

Anyway, the truth is I did not need get him to Madrid to get to know her. And at the party with some friends when I returned I had not yet married, I knew I was dating someone. And at the same party of the next year much more enjoyable, I got the rumor, holding a glass of wine, that had broken sharply with that stranger, entertainment including a coffee shop downtown. Lying if I said that wine did not seem impressive, but if not openly admit to have felt some relief first and then a strange urge to look and run to her side to comfort her, to show magnanimity and understanding, a compassionate hug.

Then came my second marriage and then children who did not come with the first. passed the years and my life changed considerably, since neither party would not hear the comments, laughing, the next group, but at dinner my wife and I organized at home for friends, then having left the children with my mother, one of the guests whom I barely knew was, by one of those coincidences of life, having worked with her on a consulting project for a company whose name withheld while trying to dodge the curious eyes of some of my friends and their wives. Still I am of the opinion that no one could feel the rush that began latirme heart to know, nosy guest mouth of that, my wife's former lover and had rebuilt his life, he had reached an excellent position in your company before jump in and create your own and, while pretending to have a boyfriend "I heard absently had not remarried. Apparently traveled a lot, to distant destinations, and busy life barely allowed him to maintain contact with a few good friends. I was tempted to ask him how the hell did he invited both of my ex-wife but I held back and let the issue go off by itself while smiling like a good host.

When the end of the evening, all our friends, including the bearer of this news, took the elevator or down the stairs noisily locked the front door and breathed inside. I insisted that we left the table and the dishes as they were and we went to sleep early. I did not want my wife noticing my confusion and quickly turned off the light. And only in the dark, knowing that was not observed or tested, I could finally relax my face and tell myself, with absolute sincerity, what I felt.

Beyond the envy vain, moreover light of that life exciting and traveler who apparently had my first wife, or the obvious wonder how mine would have been married have followed it, was something that bothered me most deeply, it made me feel disappointed, but not to anyone in particular, not even my own life or the direction he had taken, but rather with the ... - how to say it? - the "uniqueness" destination, the certainty that life is only one and that the path chosen, for better or worse, excluded, except in dreams, to everyone else.