Martín

"Wait", she said.
" You are something more than a good looking boy ", she said.
" You are an interesting and deep boy, also you have a very rare type "

- Yes, of course - Martin admitted, smiling with bitterness, while he was thinking "already you see that I am right"- because all that is said when someone is not a good looking boy and everything else does not matter.
" But I say to you to wait ", she answered with irritation. "You are tall and thin", as a character of El Greco.
Martin growled.
"But shut up", she continued with indignation, as a wise person who is interrupted or distracted by triteness in the moment in which she is on the verge of finding the longed final formula. And returning to absorb the cigarette, as it was habitual in her when she was centering and wrinkling she added: "But, you know: suddenly as breaking with this project of Spanish ascetic a pair of sensual lips burst you. And besides you have those humid eyes. Shut up, I already know that you do not like all this that I say to you, but let me finish. I believe that women must find you very attractive, in spite of what you suppose about yourself. Yes, and also your expression. A mixture of purity, of melancholy and of suppressed sensuality. But in addition ... wait a moment... An anxiety in your eyes, under this forehead that looks like a projecting balcony. But I do not know if all this is what I like about you. I believe that it is another thing... That your spirit dominates your body, as if you were always in firm position. Well, pleasing perhaps it is not the word, probably it surprises me, or admires me or irritates me, not... Your spirit ruling over your body as an austere dictator.
"As if Pío XII had to watch a brothel. Come on, do not get angry, if I already know that you are an angel. Besides, as I say to you, I do not know if this is what I like about you or if it is what I hate the most".