Storiesonline.net ------- Lo Que Se Acuerda by ElSol Copyright© 2005 by ElSol ------- Description: Coronado realizes he made a mistake; she remembers him. [The Prologue] Codes: MF mc Mdom ------- Subtitle: The Introduction Undeniably, some instruments are better than others, voices that move you, words that stir, but power is in the music. Otherwise, it's raucous sound, off-key wailing, and rhyming words. The music drew me to the performance hall; the power made me listen. ayer conoci un cielo sin sol, y un hombre sin suelo My mistake became visible to the audience as she lifted the dark hair streaked with painted red out of her face. She stared at me, her eyes hungering for something on the horizon of memory. The mind couldn't remember me, but the body remembered the music. It wasn't hers, but mine being echoed back to capture me like I had used it against her. I stood up and moved back, deeper into the shadows. It had to be fixed, but the music would have its say. y conoci tus ojos negros "Sir, you have to sit down!" Most of the time, the music flowed from my guitar--the strings and my fingers making something more than either of us. This night, it was in the air, helping her body seduce the audience and waiting for me to grasp it. I waved the guard aside, and the music made him. y ahora si que no puedo vivir sin ellos yo She danced with her eyes burning through the darkness. The heat rode the waves of music to me. Her smile was of victory; she had come hunting and found her hunter. I bowed and wrapped the music around me, using it to cloud her vision. She took a step almost off the stage but stopped herself. She understood; the power was in the music so I couldn't go far. I wouldn't go far. y vi pasar tus ojos negros "You can't come back here!" the goon said and put his hand on my chest. I raised the eyes she sang about, making him falter. My fingers touched the strings of my guitar, moving him aside. Everyone backed away as the music took them somewhere else. I opened the door at the end of the hall and stepped inside. y ahora si que no puedo vivir sin ellos yo She sat on her heels, naked. Her hair was carefully dressed to hide her breasts. Her locked knees hid what would have remembered me most if I had allowed it. "Te acuerdas de mi?" I asked. Her hands pushed the hair over her shoulders; she stretched, coming up on her knees. I enjoyed the sight, like she wanted me to. Her body was not the mountains of abundance but the pleasure of moderation. Except her hips, a part of me remembered how she moved her hips. "No," she replied almost smiling. "But you remember something," I said touching the strings. She took a deep breath as power danced on the air. "Mi cuerpo, sus manos," she whispered. "Cada noche, sus ojos. Pero en my sueños, su musica." The truth was in her eyes; I had wanted her to remember. he recorrido ya el mundo entero y una cosa te vengo a decir The motion was something between sexy and sensual. She stood as if the music of a night lost to her still coursed through her veins. She touched her body how I wanted her to. How I wanted to. Her steps were measured, each foot timed to touch the ground at the bottom of the seven breaths it took her to arrive. She pressed her body against me and... It would be done right this time; nothing of me would be left behind. But first, she would have what she wanted, the privilege of dancing for my eyes. I leaned down and kissed her. viaje de Bahrein hasta Beirut, fui desde el Norte hasta el polo sur y no encontre ojos asi como los que tienes tu El Fin, por ahora. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2005-11-29 ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------