"Please. Meanwhile these you put them in his pocket ... "He Estrela Esteban with fierce wit, while he left the room Antoni.
"At least, if it happens again this evening to make the bull, do not bring me here illnesses" The young architect found himself in the hands of the two flesh-colored condoms and receiving looked so bad as to make them doubt for a moment. Have not sold.
"Well ... Do not thank me? Barcelona is full of syphilis, do not you know? "He'd then smile with a strange light in his eyes
" But get out! "He reacted Labruna retracing the hallway toward the kitchen. She had left behind.
"Have you thought about what to tell me?" We were sitting opposite one another. On the table the remains of dinner.
"I did not think Estrela. I have no thoughts other than that of my master "
" Your grandfather? Your grandfather is doing well. Me and you we're going to feel bad. Very bad, if not tell me "The hair of blacks Portuguese girl, raised on the neck gave a thrill to Esteban. Even at that time.
"I'd give you a slap" Esteban
clenched teeth "You lack the courage to beat a woman. Not everyone's cup Amancio ... But do not waste time. Talk. "
The young man poured a glass of water and if he drank greedily, a trickle down the sides of his mouth. The rancid smoke of "Forat Vermell", the escape, the shock in the room had Antoni developed a thirst incomprehensible. Not cerveza, of water. Pure and simple. He drank a second time. But only to gain time.
Estrela, open legs on the chair, posing in lascivious long arms, lit a cigarette and puffed in the kitchen, then stretched his long neck and looked sideways at theatrically.
"So?" Broke out after a few seconds of silence.
"So my grandfather, as you call it, is Antoni Gaudi" Esteban went thirsty.
Estrela laughed exaggeratedly, mind you was taking a cigarette to his lips and the laughter died down in convulsive sobs hilarious.
"If it makes you laugh Estrelita ... Maybe not even know who is"
"Yeah, I'm just a fucking good of the Algarve and the husband puts the horns "He smiled again, before continuing:" Waking bull, the whole town knows who is the man ... I do too, but I thought it was just a little smarter "
and began to laugh at his laughter over the top, trampling the word about the "cute" is lit by scratching and sensual expression.
"Bitch"
"Continue Amancio"
"He is not well. There are currently able to continue the work to the yard ... "
" Well, do cure "He added, spreading his arms, before switching off his cigarette into the pot.
"It's not so easy ... Don Gaudi is not an ordinary person" He sighed.
"Yes, seeing the mess that is leading to"
"I do not know anything about these things"
"I understand that everything costs a lot of money, Amancio. Too much money. Things too big and too expensive ever hide something bad ... This I know. And remember that you're my home "
" I remember Estrelita, do not worry "
" Continue "
" Just because the construction costs and do my master's in charge, she could not afford to become what it has become just ... if they could not afford " Esteban diverted his eyes behind the girl.
"See - Estrela interrupted him, by purchasing a more graceful pose on the chair - that's what I said. What can prevent a retreat to old or even to stop for medical treatment? What prevents them? Having to put together four stones? "
" You're cursing "
" You blaspheme, swear ... idiot priests who make horrible things for God and if I forget now, just put their first stones. Blasphemy even your grandfather "
" Reasons as a fishmonger "Esteban's tone became aggressive. Estrela
to anger took a cup from the table and flung on the ground in a gesture strangely hysterical. He lost his humor in a minute.
"Fishmongers yes, that's me, but what are you? ... Are you attached to your master's pant like a crab. What made him so important for you? Bull .. Tell me, what did he do? It made you rich? We opened the doors of some brothel? Well, what you could do it alone ... I know that some young ladies with dudes like you apply tariffs halved ... "
Esteban with a quick gesture he tried to climb over the table to reach Estrela. This woman of a bucolic beauty, green-eyed lizard like skin, language and metaphors that had become a tavern, dodged the tackle and began to laugh out loud when his "Amancio" ruined to the ground, dragging plates, bottles and cutlery.
She put her foot down to keep him on the shoulder as he trudged wounded pride, more than in the body.
"Look - he said the slower beat of rice - you are not even able to grab a woman and want to save an old man. What an asshole "Then he held out his hand and helped her up.
He sat down again exactly where it was, awkwardly trying to groom his pants. Then, once comfortable ... "Don Gaudi is a symbol. His genius he is ... You .. You do not even know that heart beats in the city where you live .. "
" I do not care in the city where I live. A city that is another. I've never been the same for more than three years. Barcelona is the same as Porto, Bilbao, Marseille ... It is the people - his tone had become more subdued, almost meditative - that's strange people. For them, after one minute you are no longer a stranger, but after years remains always the last arrived are all good ... Then off to find God in churches, in books and pretend and are false. How do you "
" And that's why you allow the first passing "He replied, cutting the young architect.
"I allow myself eh ... You know nothing Amancio, You are nothing. You're just an arrogant son of a father who does not know what to do with his life. Think you're the center of the world only because the "Forat Vermell" will open wide the doors. You think you're somebody because you're young and beautiful and rich ... "
" I am not rich, at least not more "
" Never mind, you act like this .... "He smiled the woman.
"Well, I do not think you are you getting hurt first. Secondly, where I am, there you were you too. I met you there. Estrelita Or do not you remember? "
" .. And you're too good with words. But you came to me. A call for help "
" It 's the only place that I occurred. I do not know why "
" I do not care why. Now you're there and I'll help you "She looked at him with an air of disdain.
"You do not have"
"No, of course not. Idiot - became serious -. It 'not just because you are not hunting. To you and the old ... A closer look should call the Carabineros, so your grandfather would stop the work on the horror. "
"The Carabineros are not a problem," she added thoughtfully Esteban.
"Oh no? And who have you and he stepped on the foot? A few military? "Rise briefly
" No, the curia ... They do not like what has become Antoni Gaudi for the people of Barcelona
"You're a stupid Amancio. You put yourself against the worst "
" I have not made against anybody, "
" Priests ... One more reason why bull give you a hand. But you have to be at my own rules, this is the home of my husband. He will not return for another month and then, hopefully, we will have solved this problem. "
"Thank Estrela" The Esteban whispered the other end of the table
"Can you debt relief. I'm sure "She mentioned her thoughtful, mind bent down to pick up cutlery and crockery. "Meanwhile, I'll take care of your master and you will follow my rules. Meanwhile, give me out here. My government should not return before the arrival of my husband. You give me help at home, when you're not at work. I do not want to be your servant. You are a nobody to me. Did you clear this? "
" Yes, I understand "
" Well, it starts right here. With this disaster that you've done. " And together they began to clear up the big room of the kitchen.
It was almost dawn, when the two young men, exhausted, slipped between the sheets of the thalamus, without giving up another hour of love, in the dim light filtering through the blinds, in looks and in strings and melt.
"You do not know what risks," he whispered Esteban agile and damp.
"Shut up" I kissed her, with all the flavor of his life that flowed in a symbolic blow.
"He is my husband only on paper" The Estrela said, looking at the ceiling the next morning, as if thinking aloud, in the quiet buzz that came from the street, muffled by the rise.
Esteban had judged, correctly, that being seen too soon to the site, would have aroused some suspicion, so she lingered on the skin of Estrela and had waited until late morning.
"He took with him because I'm young and like to think of finding a warm bed when she gets home, but it always comes back less often and more rarely touches me please him. I think her fans are not presented as me ... So I do not run the risk of being out of the house. At least for now. "
"But you accept this situation. According to me why you like ... You get your own business "Esteban was filmed shooting while he argued, as to kiss her. She was portrayed with a fit of annoyance.
"Yes, I do my own business"
"What's happening now? Did you hurt? "
" No, I thought about your grandfather ... This morning I go out, I'm going to buy some time, "said thoughtful
Tempe eh ... Good idea. Maybe help him to herself, you should also buy the paintings, however, " He Esteban naive.
"No, I did not think of the canvas, not just through my mind. I do these things-Estrela's eyes had become more moist and glistening in profile - I do not understand anything. But I think ... I think he will decide what to do and how to do something. Well ... Did you see it? What did he do with that pot. I've never seen anything like this "
" scare you? "
" No, I do not restless. Perhaps it annoys me. It 'something I do not understand. Yesterday, after seeing what he did, I stayed a few minutes to look at it, he was there. Property, has not made a sign for a long time. It seems to have gone the other way and that remained the only ... Only that part of the soul and knowledge that allowed him to do what he did. So I want to buy the colors as you would with a child who has trouble speaking. And then I do not understand. I do not understand the meaning of all this. You believe that things happen by chance? "Estrela
For the first time showed a wonderfully sweet face as he turned towards her lover, lying in bed next to her. In his outline of a goddess Atlantic, were missing irony, savagery, vulgarity. Subtle or explicit it was. For a while, 'the young woman had come to have its 24 years. To have the candor and sensitivity of a naive woman who is so little.
Esteban immediately softened and began to fondle her, watching her.
"I do not know Estrelita. I do not know if that makes sense. I see a man who taught me many things, and I spoke very little different from how I met him. It seems helpless, even though I know that his genius is still there. Somewhere ... So I feel I must protect two things together. The person who means a lot to me and the symbol of his art - he smiled - It 's like having a dual purpose, linked to a single person.
understand now why all this worth it .. worth the risk, it is worth changing your life. No, I do not know if it makes sense to me ... I just know that this is my way, even if you do not know where brings me "sighed sincere.
"Meanwhile brought you in my bed, Amancio and I do not think you're wrong there." That light was lighted irreverent, the "poetry" was over. Even without the young talented architect.
"Estrela do me a favor? Stop calling me Amancio "
" I'll call you as fuck I want. You are in my house. "
Around 11 Esteban Labruna Estrela slipped out of the house, seizing the moment to desert the street, passed by his apartment to change clothes and returned to the yard. On the way he invents a pair of sharp movements to be able to see someone follow him, did not notice anyone. As it was certain that someone was behind. Inevitably.
Estrela, however, he did what he had said. He left shortly after Esteban, wearing an elegant maroon dress, black shoes with heels "reel" and socks her smile more attractive. Made a little grocery shopping, then put in a convenience store, where he bought 24 colors in its temper with brushes, locked in a wooden box. He smiled at the shopkeeper could not help but notice her beauty overflowing Portuguese and then returned home. Serena and decisively, as if it were a military mission, or worse, a spy. All this excited her, distracted her from her thoughts, made her seem softer and manageable wait that was not even her husband and lover of yet. He was just waiting, to "kill" if possible. How do you do with some ducks that restless flutter down to the last, not knowing what is happening in the viewfinder of the hunter.
On the way back, while its prosperous past attracted the attention of passers-by, touch the window of yet another shop in the busy street of Barcelona.
a particular shop. Estrela Balaìdos energetic entered and then left with three other parcels held together by a taut string. Then swung round with his hips, smoothed the silk dress, the way home. He
fly shoes, hat and sat comfortably in her dressing gown, then entered without knocking, Antoni Gaudi's room and found him dressed, sitting on the bed, laying in the usual absence. It was risky to leave him alone because he knew now, that few things could shake that image of genius became vegetable. One of these could be flowers, leather petals the day before, Estrela arranged to sweep away in an instant, as he opened the blinds and did get a bit 'light in the room of the old. She helped him to get up and accompanied him to the toilet, judging the chamber pot, or whatever it was now empty. He heard the old man who was freed and felt it wash, with mechanical gestures and precise. After a while, 'opened the door and he drove in his room. There on the bed had opened the box with the time and had left the three dropped packets
Antoni sat down on the bed and the girl went out, without looking back.
found the site Esteban agitation. His colleagues, young and old, wandered between the office who had been Don Gaudi and the heart of the building, transparencies and card in hand, to argue and try to spur the laborers, the carpenters, the builders who, bewildered, anxious to carry out their work according to the latest indications of God was the architect, what is commonly can be defined as a genuine power vacuum. "It 's like an army with many officer of various degrees, but without a real general who fell for the first time perhaps mortars "he said Labruna prosaic. It was worse, however, much worse: a general if he is replacing another, to a genius inspired by God, we can replace the icon. E 'icon Antoni was there, visible. On the faces of the most humble workers, between the gears of the massive cranes, convulsed in turmoil architects in fighting between the engineers. In all quell'incedere frantic and over the lines, as the tones of voices that rose, implying one thing: fear.
Fear of not knowing how to go forward, afraid that the "monster" who would not have stood slow future would not become the cathedral church of God. Fear, too, of losing your job, sure that he finally lost a guide. The moral leadership of an entire city, the quiet and shady mother of thought and natural draw. From God, this was the certainty of the Catalans, drew lines and curves and shapes and that he would rework the god, ritratteggiandole according to his infinite talent.
In this 'general', Catalonia, the whole world could not replace some that were not sanitized guise of referring to his spiritual father. A "father", a "mother" who had disappeared.
Esteban, overcame doubt and confusion and eventually, practical, to judge positive him all this mess, he thought that way would be easier to hide, simulate, hide.
He knew, however, that an hour would be shot and that it's time for accountability. Indeed
moment came in the late afternoon of that day.
"Architect Esteban Labruna?" The little man smiling with lunettes on the nose, looked at him.
"His Eminence wants to see it ... In advance of the times"
"Okay," He Esteban, with the resignation of interior who has thought of everything.
"Let us two days to the curia, you know where"
"Yes, I know where. Thank you. "
Returning from the yard to his house that night, Esteban never looked, not simulated any more unexpected in her journey to unveil stalking and spying. He put his hands in his pocket and with its hub in the mouth, tried to make simple thoughts, the same one does when things get really complicated. "Two days. Two days why? "We first asked" to send a message "Primary said. "What message?" He urged "Find Antoni Gaudi who had been entrusted to you or otherwise find out what happened to" You said while he thought talking face bony eminence. "Otherwise?" Rerun painful "Labruna Otherwise, you pay in person. And not only the accounts on paper. " He went on to reason
polished up to her door. It was said that, as had been good, had left behind a trail of assumptions and almost certainty that they could not have escaped the "big eye" of the curia. It was therefore inevitable that all riconducesse him.
Esteban knew, from Catalan, because the power of his church could be about people. He knew that what a sighted person, he never threatened to measure it on their skin. He returned
superficial and said he would have been fine. It was simply the latest thinking while relaxing on your bed, in quell'olezzo closed and stale that clouded his apartment. The mere thought of that last night. The thought most convenient.
few hours later, at dead of night, after leaving home and having wandered aimlessly to make sure you have no one behind, Esteban returned home to Estrela. He entered with his head down, not to make her understand his concern, he found the same, identical, laying the night before. It only changes the robe.
"Your grandfather has a different combination," said the young woman seriously.
"What did he do?" Said distracted, trying not to cross his eyes
"Needless me tell you, come and see him ... I Amancio I just say that today I did as I told you, but besides the time I bought three things, I liked the idea that painting could serve as "Rise," I'm not used to having artists in the house ... yes men, but Artists no ... "
Estrela opened the door to the room of Antoni.
Don Gaudi was sitting on the bed, motionless, his side of the tape open time, just as he had left hours before Estrela. Not a color was used, not used a brush.
front of him on the ground, there were three open packages of cardboard with the straw that stuck out.
Labruna approached more shocked that curious and drew from a of these, a glass sphere.
Judge was glass, as was the obvious nature of the object. Initially
was a light bulb, perfectly spherical. One of those big bulb with a diameter of five inches. One of those luxury goods so popular in art houses in Paris and who were now arrived to Barcelona in the recipe.
"I thought it would be nice if we had painted something on it," said Estrela, white as a child, "I thought it would be nicer ... From ornate, I mean. I took three. "
Don Esteban said that Gaudi had done with the same slow motion that betrayed bewilderment.
A beautiful ornament in relief for each of them, like a long circular design that was based on the principle of three colors: a black silky and thin, a thick, woolly gray, a white cotton. The shapes of figures in relief talking ascetic stylized representations of the masses as if in prayer, with the halo of saints, churches exploded in height, was made so very simple and yet so incomprehensible that Esteban had to bring one of the three bulbs in the nose, as to better focus. Then he sat down again, under the eyes of Estrela, alongside his absent master, came to light and, as a gesture become habitual, the cartel took advantage of the proximity of the light bulb on the nightstand. He watched, scrutinized, study with all its silent concentration.
"But these are strands of tissue ...." He made a loud voice, as if looking for confirmation from her busty mistress. "And where do they come?" He added.
Estrela laughed Labruna put the ball in the attack on the bed, then turned to Gaudi, opened his coat gently, and saw.
He saw the frayed black silk lining inside pocket at the bottom, he saw the gray fabric of his jacket that was almost mechanically marched in the flap on the chest. Then he thought, and went with the white shirt sticking to his eyes, he realized only then, out of the pants and, needless to say, had been neatly made fringes.
He realized finally riosservando one of the spheres at random: "Estrela, can not believe it. He did everything using only one wire of each color for each light bulb ... "
The girl, who was enjoying the scene with the unconscious and the safety of intelligent but ignorant people, to hold back the laughter, had difficulty responding.
"Well, it was good," then did not make it more and went out laughing. But he could do and was crying the same thing. Esteban and her.
But when it was again under Don Gaudi, the young man pinched her lips again, opening as the night before and saw it. He saw the remains of chewed straw between his gums and he knew what he had used as a glue for quell'ornamento incredible.
Then he looked at the chamber pot that had lost most of the colors and figures of the previous evening and had returned to its original purpose hardly noble. Once again the basis of the common bond was urine mixed with saliva. Only, this time, the senior architect had done chewing, to mix the product of that personal bolus. And the glue holding it. Much better than the night before, near the bright light coming from the bedside table. The wires gave way, remained there to form this bizarre and beautiful ornament, a second observation, drew in part the figures in low relief of the yard. Antoni Gaudi
on a light bulb had printed what appeared to be the summary of the Messiah's birth, on another he seemed to recognize the moments of the Passion of Jesus, at last, finally, the moment, the 'Ecce Homo! " Pilate, the crowd had to follow the abominable condemnation of Christ.
According to a continuous and repetitive play of lines, alternating the three colors to form, in relief, the land and buildings as animate beings, the sky cloudy. It was another miracle, born from the foolish mind of a genius who had lost the reason for this, self-consciousness and his life, but he asked for, struggled in some kind of recess of his mind, to express his talent. No matter by what means. What
Esteban did not understand, including efforts was "Why?". Why use those tools? Flower petals and pollen, first; wire fabrics now. With the time available.
In all that "do not understand," Labruna, had a temper tantrum as unspeakable and imploded. He put the bulbs in their wrappers, cardboard and stood thoughtfully, finally resigning with many questions remain unfulfilled.
The "prince of the Forat Vermell" it appears for the first time in his life, while repenting for not having cultivated his soul, in the past in their flesh. It was a thought of inadequacy that became bitter, until he left the room after another hour of confusion and meditation, the eyes do not put back on the Incarnation of his beautiful mistress.
She was waiting for him, as we all await the "Amancio" of this world. With a smile of ironic defense, the heart beating pulse of the opposite and plastic rigidity of those waiting to be able to disband and give up.
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