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"
And
what
did
thee
when
not
eating
nor
drinking
?
"
"
We
made
love
in
the
room
with
the
strip
wood
blinds
hanging
over
the
balcony
and
a
breeze
through
the
opening
of
the
top
of
the
door
which
turned
on
hinges
.
We
made
love
there
,
the
room
dark
in
the
day
time
from
the
hanging
blinds
,
and
from
the
streets
there
was
the
scent
of
the
flower
market
and
the
smell
of
burned
powder
from
the
firecrackers
of
thetraca
that
ran
though
the
streets
exploding
each
noon
during
the
Feria
.
It
was
a
line
of
fireworks
that
ran
through
all
the
city
,
the
firecrackers
linked
together
and
the
explosions
running
along
on
poles
and
wires
of
the
tramways
,
exploding
with
great
noise
and
a
jumping
from
pole
to
pole
with
a
sharpness
and
a
cracking
of
explosion
you
could
not
believe
.
"
We
made
love
and
then
sent
for
another
pitcher
of
beer
with
the
drops
of
its
coldness
on
the
glass
and
when
the
girl
brought
it
,
I
took
it
from
the
door
and
I
placed
the
coldness
of
the
pitcher
against
the
back
of
Finito
as
he
lay
,
now
,
asleep
,
not
having
wakened
when
the
beer
was
brought
,
and
he
said
,
‘
No
,
Pilar
.
No
,
woman
,
let
me
sleep
.
’
And
I
said
,
‘
No
,
wake
up
and
drink
this
to
see
how
cold
,
’
and
he
drank
without
opening
his
eyes
and
went
to
sleep
again
and
I
lay
with
my
back
against
a
pillow
at
the
foot
of
the
bed
and
watched
him
sleep
,
brown
and
dark
-
haired
and
young
and
quiet
in
his
sleep
,
and
drank
the
whole
pitcher
,
listening
now
to
the
music
of
a
band
that
was
passing
.
You
,
"
she
said
to
Pablo
.
"
Do
you
know
aught
of
such
things
?
"
"
We
have
done
things
together
,
"
Pablo
said
.
"
Yes
,
"
the
woman
said
.
"
Why
not
?
And
thou
wert
more
man
than
Finito
in
your
time
.
But
never
did
we
go
to
Valencia
.
Never
did
we
lie
in
bed
together
and
hear
a
band
pass
in
Valencia
.
"
"
It
was
impossible
,
"
Pablo
told
her
.
"
We
have
had
no
opportunity
to
go
to
Valencia
.
Thou
knowest
that
if
thou
wilt
be
reasonable
.
But
,
with
Finito
,
neither
did
thee
blow
up
any
train
.
"
"
No
,
"
said
the
woman
.
"
That
is
what
is
left
to
us
.
The
train
.
Yes
.
Always
the
train
.
No
one
can
speak
against
that
.
That
remains
of
all
the
laziness
,
sloth
and
failure
.
That
remains
of
the
cowardice
of
this
moment
.
There
were
many
other
things
before
too
.
I
do
not
want
to
be
unjust
.
But
no
one
can
speak
against
Valencia
either
.
You
hear
me
?
"
"
I
did
not
like
it
,
"
Fernando
said
quietly
.
"
I
did
not
like
Valencia
.
"
"
Yet
they
speak
of
the
mule
as
stubborn
,
"
the
woman
said
.
"
Clean
up
,
Maria
,
that
we
may
go
.
"
As
she
said
this
they
heard
the
first
sound
of
the
planes
returning
.
