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The mariachi's song

The mariachi, like the movies, sings by the table: My love, if you give me your valour, if I dare to love you, my sun, I’ll idolize you.

Ana plays with the wine glass between her fingers and seems to believe the lyrics. Love is only chemistry, she knows it. She promised time and time again not to get carried away by feelings, much less this one.

My love. I’m going to dream about you with cherubs, with you I’m going to take a stroll through the clouds, with you I’m going to take a stroll in the clouds, with you I’m going to take a stroll in the clouds…

She thinks that she has to tell him she loves him. That it’s stupid, but necessary. The wine, the mariachi, the song. She looks at him in the eyes and tells him. He liked hearing that. She has seen in his pupils that he has plans. She thinks she has made a mistake, one which won’t repeat itself.




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