Subject:  My Story Part 1 |
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Lui
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Date Posted: 07:50:08 09/26/01 Wed
…As they continue dancing to the rhythm of the mariachi’s music…
Her lavender dress continues to flow with the wind, sending the scent of her perfume to his senses. He begins to laugh, the sound deep in his chest causing his body tremble slightly. She try’s to look up at him. But knowing the little spitfire that she is, he holds on to her tightly.
“Imanol! I can’t breathe” she protests.
“I know huesito, but If I let you go, you will run away before I have time explain. Like you always end up doing.”
“Well what do you expect, You’re laughing at me!”
“Ay Marina, I’m not laughing at you, I just remembered something funny.”
“Oh thanks, does that mean that my dancing reminds you of a joke.”
“Will you let me explain.”
Marina was about to say something else, but before she begins Imanol interrupts her.
“Huesito when Leon, La Iguana, and I first arrived, we where hiding in your hotel room.
Well, Leon commented on Jov’s Perfume. I guess he smelled a piece of her clothing. Anyway…”
“What does this have to do with you laughing Imanol…”
“My impatient little girl, will you please let me finish…”
“But...” Marina frowns as Imanol places a finger tenderly on her lips.
“As I was saying, I picked up a tiny shirt and I commented on the perfume saying that your perfume smelled much different now. Well La Iguana smacked the shirt out of my hands, he explained in a very warning tone that the tiny shirt was his hynitas.
“Why, where you sniffing Pricila's shirt?” Marina’s face was in an angry scowl awaiting a response.
“Remember chiquita, my eye sight wasn’t completely recovered yet.”
“That’s just an excuse Imanol...”
“Marina you argue too much.”
Unexpectedly Imanol plants a loving kiss on her lips. The hands of time stand still; there is only Imanol for Marina, and Marina for Imanol. The kiss seemed to last only a few seconds to them, but in the world around them time continued. Little by little they began to hear the chit chat of the couples. Slowly they begin to separate. They stare at each other for a moment. Then they realize that there friends are calling to them. Marina sighs and looks up at Imanol through a haze. They look around and figure that a lot of time has gone by since sun is beginning to set. Marina begins to blush, as she realizes that there is no longer a mariachi playing. And it seems the staff is almost done in cleaning up the mess of the party.
“You guys,” Jovana calls in a singing voice from the doorway of the inside hall, “are you coming inside, it’s getting kind of chilly.” Imanol looks at Marina with a question on his face.
“We’ll be in a little later.” Marina finally reply’s with a kind of flirtatious glint in her eye as she stares at Imanol.
“Suit yourselves.” Jovana’s words lost in the wind, as Imanol and Marina return to there own little world. Just as Imanol try’s to kiss her, Marina cleverly averts him and slides her hand in his. She holds his hand up and spins in a ballerina style.
“Patience my prince.”
She spins, and spins, Imanol suddenly stops her and they are hugging very closely. Dizzy and lightheaded, she is staring at Imanol’s lips like in a trance. He moves one step away and turns Marina around very slowly. He is holding her waist as they both stare at the beautiful sun as it sets. In the distance you could see the small Island, which was the final destination of the crew. Marina turns away and starts walking towards the side of the boat. Imanol catches up to her in a hurry, and worriedly asks, “What happened Marina? You where so happy.”
“I was just thinking?”
“What is going on in that crazy, little head of yours Marina?”
She turns her back on the sea, and reaches both hands back, holding on to the railing. She leans back and stares in the opposite direction of where Imanol is. Their she sees the final specs of light as the sun seems to sink into the sea.
“I don’t know, it’s just that everything is so perfect. I feel like I’m going to wake up and you’ll be back in another country, and I’ll be here alone. It makes me sad.” Marina still staring in the other direction lowers her head and speaks, very quietly, almost a whisper. “Why did you leave me Imanol?”
Imanol lifts his hand and gently with his fingers turns her head towards him. He lifts her face. In the moonlight her eyes glisten with unshed tears.
“I am here now Marina, that’s what counts. And this is no dream, this…” he slides his hand down, caressing her arm, tilts his head and leans in close to hers. In a raspy, sexy voice whispers, “Is real”
They get closer and closer. Inches away from each other. Marina’s silky scarf flowing with the air like In a trance of it’s own. Her hair tickling her eyes as it follows the song of the wind. Suddenly there is a bright flash of light that blinds them. Then there is an audible splashing sound. When Imanol opens his eyes and focuses Marina is gone.
To be continued...
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