I hear many say this term and a doubt assails me…
Is the rice in Bajo eaten or not eaten? If you don’t eat it, I’ve had a small rice dish for many years; And don’t think it’s due to lack of desire, it’s that he didn’t give me papaya. But if you eat the rice before it’s smoked, I’m a prudish housewife because I haven’t given myself that pleasure.
Some years ago, when I was young, I had a boyfriend, he had many friends and one of them was married. After a while we started to trust each other, between jokes and jokes he confessed to me that he liked me a lot, but that he respected his friendship.
I ended my courtship, but even so I continued with the friendship (of my little rice, if you can call it that). Being friends with him, we met sporadically and enjoyed each other’s company; after several years, I got married, built my family. We remembered that pleasure again, the two of us organized with our families and keeping in touch, we understood the meaning of Fonseca’s song How do you look at me?
I’m not going to deny that that little rice almost burned, because in a moment of weakness the souls undressed and he stole a kiss from me. A kiss that tasted like glory to me, glory of sin, of passion, of debauchery, of youth, an elixir of lust in a kiss that stopped time for a moment but that Einstein’s relativity lasted; for me it was very little, for others an eternity.
Since that day I have longed to eat that little rice in low, but I don’t know if it will be smoked, or I will be able to mix it with something else.
I love my husband, the family we have built, but to deny the chemical sensation that this character produces in me would be to deny that I am alive, that I still feel, that I have no memory of what I was in times of remembrance. The feeling of knowing that someone thinks of you in one way or another returns the importance that is lost at some point due to the routine of what is safe.
Even today we maintain contact, although there are no kisses, our eyes light up when we look at each other, the touch of our skin has static and our hearts vibrate with the desire to eat each other alive. We are quite cordial in front of our partners, but in intimacy we eat each other with our eyes, we declare our pleasure to each other. But the only thing that is clear to us is that no one knows us like we both know each other.