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That night, before we replaced ourselves and I slept in her arms, I felt what became a habit. She spooned me, her feet closed to mine and her hand… her hand discovered the forest of desire. She caressed and played with the short hairs of my pubic mound.
Her low breath made me think she was sleeping. Like I told you, my last words: “You’re unforgettable.”
Her answer came months later on a present full of significance:
A beautiful old clock and a note attached:
"It’s incredible that someone so unforgettable
Thinks that I am unforgettable too."
B.
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I’m waiting for something to happen… Time melting in front of my eyes. Indissolubility irreducible: it didn’t let me forget you… But, it was kindly enough to give me the strength to keep going and smiling and living and sharing.
Six months later… I was dating a boy…
Hmmm…Dating it’s not the word…It’s …How can I nominate?
See…We kept meeting each other some times…You know what I mean…
He was just a nice guy… Could be a girl…Or both…I didn’t care… I was very sure of myself. With Bette I allowed myself to be uncertain, disquiet, restless, undecided, agitated.With them I always was the "dueña", the owner of my thoughts, wishes and needs. And something that didn’t cross my mind was date someone.
There were days, nonetheless, that I almost damned Bette for that one night stand… And that I wanted…oh…so badly to prorogue…
But the truth is: I almost damned her! Why?
It was so difficult to have an affair, a date, great sex after Bette.
It was everything so aquarelle …
…when her colors were Almodóvar.
They were “steadies cams”.
She was Dogma 95… Hand-held camera.
Her memories were tasteful, colorful and still…
It reminded me how lonely I was.
These days, when I was unsettled, uneasy with her reminiscences
….Just like that…Like a sign …I received one of her thoughts: a gift.
Flowers… Roses, sunflowers, carnations, lilies, tulips …It could always warm up my days. And colored my nights.
And Tickets .Yes, tickets. …Once in a while, she would send me the tickets to a show, a play, a lecture, a nice event on the city. First arrived mine. The red envelope accommodating, inside, a torn note with just an “I…”.
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OMG… :-O (trying to catch my breathe after reading this post 3 times in a row…) Now, slowwly, breaaathing : “hhhhmmmmm” – Well, seems that Tina is not the only one who suffers from withdrawal ;-) — good thing though :-)) ’cause Bette HAS to do the first move, since she obviously left without adress (where has she gone : Brazil ? or the sunny place she’s waiting for Tina is just a meeting place ?) — I’m just listening to Blues divas while I read and re-read your story (try this : http://www.deezer.com/?urlIdSong=34545) and I feel my heart pounding and my head swelling like if I was Tina :-[ “What kind of rational side is that?!” … indeed !! and the last lines : no explanation, no travel preparation, just “………… I will understand your absence if you…” Alice took me to the airport”, like if she did not take the time to finish reading the note and just rushed directly to the airport : I can picture her grabbing shorts, havainas (we call them ‘tongs’, don’t ask me why) , the precious bikini, the box, perhaps one of the books Bette sent her… and shutting her door behind her without a second thought ;-) — obviously, after months of diluted colors and meaningless encounters, the need for “Almodovar” high colors and deep-rooted emotions got the upper hand on her ;-)) — well, I won’t pray you to also rush for the next post, since I know how long and difficult it can be to find the exact words to express what you want in a foreign language (this comment took me more than an hour), but I will long for the next episode of this haunting and voluptuous Ode to Love :-*
Alas, could it be that the torture and teasing could be coming to an end?? Lovely chapter… love your writing style!
Oh God Braz!!!! You keep doing this to me everytime I read a chapter from you…I can help but comment!!! ;) Amazing as always girl!!! I love the way you write!!!
Yahhh B&T gonna see each other again and can’t wait to see it. Please post more, thanks!
This is getting very interesting.
Yay new chapter!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I send kisses galore to you for giving us more of this story. :D Just like, don’t make my heart hurt anymore, k?
Yayayyyyy New chapter :-)))) (happy dance)… but Lamentamini was faster than me :-( — well, I’m going to read it, now !
YAY! She’s going to meet Bette. Thank you, Braz! Thanks for your brilliance! Looking forward to the next update ;-) *kiss* x
WOW Braz I actually got tears in my eyes reading the end of this chapter. I loved it and how you managed to have these two women send gifts to one another that had so much meaning to them both. PERFECT!!!!
You know what? Right now I love you! And I just love the cinematographic references…
The ABS says your rock!!!!!!!!!!!!!! your a word smith. pms
Oh, dear Braz: If we (Marsha & I) could describe your writing, we would come up with one word: poetic. Gosh, woman! You have a way with words that, you make us vow at you. Thank you, for reminding us that love can be richful in its meaning and that, sometimes, it goes beyond words and turns into details; perhaps they may seem minor, at first, nonsense, or out of place, but the final message is leading directly where it matters the most. Thanks & keep us hooked on B&T’s next romantic encounter. Big hugs & kisses, PPS Lucero & Marsha
I have fallen in love with this story! It’s amazing!