Yes, I must confess that at first I did not suspect it, but should have. When I saw her in Barajas, dressed in tight black pants and jersey, short sleeves and red, and owner of a mouth dreamy and beautiful eyes, seeking me anxious among recently arrived passengers, the presumption began to nest in my mind. Our hugs and our kisses were passionate, as a kind of prelude and coda to both a long and agonizing wait. The nervousness made the first words were futile. Hand in hand, walked to a taxi ...... Continuar leyendo