Come sleep with me: We won't make Love, Love will make us.
-Julio Cortázar
ALONDRA: Are we telling the girls? Estéfano asks.
My parents don't know either, and I'm not in a rush to tell.
ESTÉFANO: I miss Alondra's former self, the days when she looked healthier, when she had her long hair. Alondra now seems to be a fragile, gingerbread girl.
ALONDRA: Making snow angels-wouldn't that be amazing, I say to Estéfano in bed. We have just taken another cold shower because of the skyrocketing heat.
I'll take you to the snow one day, I promise, babe. You are not going to die any time soon, Estéfano tries to reassure me, yet his eyes are watery. The Jacaranda, in a sudden, light rain outside sways, bringing a breath of wind to our room.
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Once Again, I Dreamt of Water
RomanceOnce Again, I Dreamt of Water commences through the all-seeing "eye" of a pensive tree: a Jacaranda whose name happens to be Jacob. This is the peculiar story and diary of Alondra and Estefano in the first half. In the second half, Estefano's lover...
