She danced like no one and his name was, is, will be Laura . (Series of 3, first delivery)
And she came with her captivating aroma to captivate the senses.
__Mi Montero name is Laura and I will be your math teacher, I ...
She arrived with her captivating aroma to captivate the senses.
__ ... next week we will have a test. I thank you for not studying anything, it will be good both to you and me, knowing how their knowledge on the subject that concerns us ...
Everything is always a reason, a cause and effect as would the physical. You need a bit of history,
For him, since childhood, mathematics posed no difficulty. His favorite game was the abacus that his paternal grandfather gave him that wonderful December its first five years. Nor was delirious with the 7 to 4, or breaking their necks to solve some multiplication of fractions or enjoy the change of basis algorithms. Something was unclear, it was easy, but not to throw rockets. He thought.
Therefore, the first years of education, passed an occasional cause envy among their classmates, which he never understood. It was not a genius, just had some talent in making eight-digit multiplication by the square roots or take out just to keep the mind sharp.
The last straw came with the quadratic equations, establishment and trigonometry. To teach girls and unbearable prudish children, children of friends of his parents. Finding that explains some functions, the sine, cosine and tangent diagonals were run something in his groin, and in what form, was a discovery.
Maurice Miauricio for fan-club owners needed all his charm in his adolescence. It was not an Adonis, but also an eyesore. He had something in his personality than to sigh the most beautiful girls in the city and especially to the club. Club Añejo and pageantry of ancient lineage which was almost founding family, which grew almost from the first trickle of oil and turned the country into another. Them girls, were in a ragged breath as he walked the aisles. It was equally hated by all those who did not understand how he dared to snatch the best girls in society. While one another, their odiadotes and against all forecast, is embroiled in its charm. Always falls on the networks of what you hate, but that's another story. History that many prefer to forget or set aside, as with a bad dream.
Years passed and he was studying Industrial Relations in one of the best universities in the capital.
And she came with her captivating aroma to captivate the senses.
__Mi Montero name is Laura and I will be your math teacher, analysis I ...
God and all His saints in his eyes, his voice, his smile.
__ ... next week we will have a test. I thank you for not studying anything, it will be good both to you and me, knowing how their knowledge on the subject that concerns us ...
Big mistake, the salon went out in search of all the math books in their respective houses, old notes were revised.
Mauricio was unfazed. Not opened a book or a notebook or something you remember an equation.
examination became almost temperamental rain in Caracas tomorrow. In the 45 minutes it lasted the test, Mauricio used less than 20 ..., came to deliver his paper.
__Ya done? All right?
__Creo yes.
__Yes want you can go.
And Maurice does not know why he returned to his desk, front row, and stayed there.
Laura saw its consideration and sat at a desk next to Mauritius.
__Por seen is not bad.
And there he stayed, chatting as if they knew of a lifetime and Mauritius in a terrible dilemma.
His martyrdom resulted in the Completion of review and all was calm ... well, not everything.
From that day became the best friend of Laura, a mixture of admiration and idolatry, so the years passed. 5 years later he graduated and went straight into the cubicle Laura for her to sign the title.
One day she told Laura. She surprised and jokingly said
_Mauricio ... where the hell I'm going to find a friend like you. Besides, you know so much about myself and I both of you that would be completely impossible. Not to I can almost be mentioned that almost your mother.
experienced the passing of the years in mutual brotherly support. The problems of Mauritian parents divorce, assist you in finding a job for him, after examining a barrage of requests and with the invaluable assistance of Laura's husband, the wonderful Victor, general manager of a bank and very close almost attached to the country's finances. The divorce of the wonderful Laura Victor, trying to understand the female world, that despite having so visible, and as a man, he never found out. See Laura, completely shattered when she learned that her daughter's parental rights was in the hands Victor. Victor witness as very expensive gifts bought with the love of her daughter and noticed to Cristina, the girl was left surprised as any seven year old girl. View as a sea of \u200b\u200bdolls, clothes and sweets buried Cristina's room and the inevitable effect, "I'm going with my dad, my grandmother's house" and Laura die inside. Laura celebrate the return of the daughter, a year later. The wonderful married Victor and Cristina, his daughter, not in their plans.
Laura on their expertise in their work for advancement at the University and gain a doctorate in science.
For Mauritius social life was intense, due to its charge, any amount of travel, meetings, symposia, committees and the chaos of the Venezuelan banking crisis of the era Caldera II. She's survived by that council "Never put all your eggs in one basket" and premiered as a university professor, finance was, finally, his wider horizon. He also had a constellation of girls in to choose from. It became a Latin playboy with a lot of money ... and had many friends.
But her friend, the friend was Laura, no one could overshadow. Nobody like her with her culture, his voice, his topics of conversation, talking about opera, ballet, art, world events, history, politics, on any topic. No one with her eyes, her smile, no one like her to overcome the problem of the age to feel old and would never accept him. She made it very clear from the beginning ... only they were and would be friends.
The party ended and Mauritius, as usual, was the last to leave the home of Laura. It would help to collect after the disaster that is always after a meeting of friends. The dirty glasses, full ashtrays, the if there was dinner plates, bottles colorful and sort the apartment, share a last cigarette, the last beer, a couple of kisses on the cheeks and up to another chance.
__This doing as heat.
And he opened the windows and looked for another beer, the last of the night, before the dismissal.
__Me going to put something fresh.
And he dressed as an odalisque.
And he smoked his cigarette in silence. Not understanding at all, so film scene.
__Mauricio, give me a kiss.
And he kissed her, as always, on the cheek.
__Ese not want to kiss you. I have to explain it another way
she answered and he looked at her, meeting with six million five hundred and ninety thousand seven hundred eighty-four wet blue-green snakes in each of his eyes, doodling around their eyes very deep.
I understood ...
And blew shoes, fell clothes, hugs a dam would have happened by hills, mountains and valleys. Wheezing that made the night a storm was invented to cover the face of the moon and the clouds became tropical savannas. Rojísimas nails digging into manly back. His body was devoured millimeter by millimeter, he discovered unknown folds, hidden flowers. Was to open curtains, pull back veil, kissing up to the shade, drinking sighs, walking further, deeper. Dance on a touch feel on the edge of a glance, to be for many years, deep smile and enjoy the point of no return ...
not given kisses Storms, Hurricanes legs and arms, tentacles enjoyed, fabric murmurs, sighs big as cathedrals and steal the light from the stars ...
skin crawl, shimmering light of stars, strong tidal deep kissing, others gasping, spasmodic movements of wild rivers, sweat on the walls, windows that shut their eyes and, suddenly, at that time, see it become as "puppet again, sad" .
__Mauricio, this should not happen, you'd better leave.
As in a dream, just as before cry night, when the pleasure becomes ownerless horse, when lightning is about to appear, then, at that moment of being or not being, Mauricio cold voice heard Laura, transformed and an iceberg where, a second before, was the heat of the sun that burned his body.
__This should not happen ... and you better leave.
__This well.
was heard to say, left the room. He was searching his stuff around the room, clothes, shoes, looked at his watch, picking up what I had to pick and without understanding, without thinking. It was not time or place to do it.
It was, she came to say goodbye. There was only one month later, a hard and simple: "There is nothing to understand. It's a personal decision only answer and by telephone. Never again have never seen. It recent years, many years, too ...
Mauritius Today I saw her smile and is always, always with sadness and I always say the same: "I do not understand women, definitely ... I do not understand"
All the best for you.
NOTE: The next post ... "From the Opera ..."
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