Renalda
Oh, adorable Renalda! I would give my life for you...
It was my most sensible statement when with these same eyes, I saw for the first time, the most beautiful woman that could exist on the planet. Renalda, white as jasmine, with such bright pupils whose color was impossible to guess. Sometimes green were gray, other times purple, blue, like a cataract, yes, blue the two cataracts that seized it and spilling into me, made me swim in their profuse humidity.
Oh, adorable Renalda !, accept the proposition of this man who dies for you, that even if you feel the touch of your lips, he would be able to faint.
My beloved Renalda !, come, let me take your hand and feel that delicate skin, so fine and transparent. Those phalanxes with the thinness of a partridge, and your bent nails, your yellow cuticle stuck to the meat. I have not seen a gesture as natural as the greenness in your veins, your arms devoid of hair follicles and the bulging bruises that seem to throb...
Oh, adorable Renalda! I would give my life for you...
Ask me for whatever you want and I will give it to you, wherever you go I will go with you and you will need nothing. Nothing will be able to with this deep feeling that I now confess to you and let it be your part.
They were twenty-five days with Renalda, twenty-five sunrises, twenty-five sleepless nights. At first, gently holding her like a beautiful flower, then a little closer, our bodies needed each other, they sought each other, they united. Who would have thought, that we would both end up in a bed, together and not at the same time. Adjoining beds, never separated, side by side talking on an intercom.
Twenty-five days with a venipuncture helmet, twenty-five liters of blood that left my body in a donor room to save my beloved Renalda. To give him back that halo of life, which he was about to abandon so many times. And his lips, pale, whitish and languid, after approaching the common and characteristic bronze, during the first long four hours. Finally, Renalda recovered herself, again took on that pale pink pigment, faded, like that of the muses, irresistible eschar on her back that fostered debauchery in my dying desire to love her.
Oh, adorable Renalda, never change your look.
Never stop giving me your drowned dream. Nothing will come between us while the mirrors of your soul shine, those withered stars covered by the cream. In the vagues of light, when the morning for you is afternoon, and when it is afternoon, night. Dark night, infinite, for two eyes that one day long to see again.
I've never been so madly in love! I have never witnessed so much nostalgic hope at the dawn of our love. And Renalda, she didn't ask for anything, Renalda kept waiting… In my hands was her gloomy and as a revelation my epiphany; where I saw Renalda through a tunnel, a hole with light at the end. Cuenca, where his eye was also looking at me. Like a prophecy that was in charge of showing the future, again, my desire to rescue her came, I had faith, that something would happen to bless our blind love.
Without thinking, I was signing the authorization for the cornea transplant. I offered him my right eye. I thought that by stimulating, somehow, the left side of her brain would wake her up. Not only would her intelligence and feminism return charm, but also, being two one-eyed lovers, our love would enjoy mutual acceptance.
And so several years passed, and in the morning I had Renalda, during the day we had both of us. At night, we took turns connected to the endoplasmic machine, she watched for me and I watched for her. I loved Renalda, as much as ever, as much as when I looked at her for the first time with two eyes.
Oh, adorable Renalda! I would give my life for you ... Oh, adorable Renalda! Never change that shared look.
Ask me what you want and I will give it to you, you will need nothing, nothing can with this deep love ...
Renalda began to notice, for a time, something more carved. His robe was fitted. I remember that his neck had folds and the abdominal circumference distinguished certain bulges when located on the side. I was proud of my hemophiliac tied wife and confidant friend, to whom I was tied. My inseparable scuffle of all time, to whom I had given everything and now surely, promptly, she was close to entrusting me with her state of pregnancy.
Days passed, then weeks, and Renalda didn't speak to me anymore. Renalda, she lost her speech completely. He would get into bed and would not even allow me to wash his potty. Renalda kept her intimate secret, which when her time came, I knew she would end up being forced to reveal. His abdomen became flat, flattened on the sides, bulging more and more in the front. Her pale skin was changing color, assuming the blue green, so similar to that of her only original eye that although always covered by cream, I knew it was catarrh, charming and subtle under the eyelid. His calves, his mumps and his hands grew. He came to look like an inflatable doll about to explode.
Oh, my sensual Renalda! Reveal your secret to me at once, regain your voice. I know that you keep the product of love in your womb. I know it is the pride of a woman, even stronger than you. The same, who now does not allow you to speak.
Oh, adorable Renalda! I would give my life for you...
Again, we both went to the operating room. And it was, that day in a hospital room, when I was in the surgeon's hands when I wrote this letter. Trying to finish it before the effect of the anesthesia made me stop thinking, the image of Renalda was taken from my eye, who warm and serene, pale and full of horror, lay in the other bed looking at me through the tunnel, with that slight smile, suggestive and macabre. Prepared for the organ transplant, on this occasion, it was my kidney, which, compatible with its delicate humanity, would solve the kidney deficiency that afflicted Renalda.
Renalda, I would finally end the suffering and if I have any luck, I will be the luckiest donor in the world, when this letter, that I write under sedation, may one day end...
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