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Radio soap

I already had two or three times the intention of writing a radio soap. You know what's a radio soap, right Mrs? You got to see the things I got. Well, I say, I'm mulling over this, but a soap without reservations, of those that make women cry, with a very evil aunt, an abandoned girl, an ungrateful stepfather...
 
The title, well, the title already gives the idea of what this radio soap would be. The title would be this: The miserable life of the sick daughter of the doorwoman who was left on the brook and fired from the factory. Take that. I recognize that the title is a little long, but you can see from the beginning the audience gets in the situation.
 
1500 chapters at least, guaranteed crying for three years with the shortest part. Well, women would spend their money in handkerchiefs. There wouldn't be a single washing machine able to weather the storm nor an enough biochemical detergent to remove the yellow color to the handkerchiefs. It's seen and shown that what women like the most is a sick and abandoned lead role, and I make sick even the boy who brings the gas bottle.
 
The story would begin when the sick and worn out factory doorwoman, goes with her little daughter and she's ran over by a hearse which escapes, and she ends up on an ice puddle, on a stormy midwinter night at Soria's vicinity. Take that Carrasco, ole, long live joy! You might tell me with such beginning how can this end. Figure out that I'm writing for people to cry and starting the story like this, how can these people be all over the 1500 chapters.
 
And if to this I invent a stepmother of the doorwoman who wants to take off the daughter and send her to turn to begging in Northern Ireland, because she looks like a girl that she has and also has an inheritance, because when she was young she had a 'that thing we know' with a Cincinatti guy, who was a warship sailor, who later made a lot of money bringing black people from the French Guyana, and who latter happens to be the same guy who stole twenty bucks to the mother to give a soup to the daughter, and besides he hits her with the watchman's mongrel, what can you tell me about Carlos death? Let's see who's the bold woman who hears all that, and her eyes don't become like two wet bread rolls.
 
Well that, that's the success. It's what I say, man, I'm not anyone at the time of exaggerating things. Sheets are what they're gonna need instead of handkerchiefs, sheets! Really, I'm getting more convinced of the success this story would have. Because besides of that, on a given moment, to insist even more and not letting a minute without the grandma crying, I'll make the daughter when she reaches 14, instead of helping the mother who sacrificed so much for her, hits her with a broom while she was cleaning the stairs, she snatches a little medal on her neck and pawns it to go with a hippie friend to watch an Alfredo Landa movie. And let's see who resists this.
 
Then will appear the husband who left her with a huge drunkness, and wanting to get 200 bucks she has because he became a Rayo Vallecano partner and he needs them to pay the ticket. Since she can't give them to him, he hits her again. I say, this woman has a place in heaven and even the disc jockey cries.
 


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14.03.2025

Falling More in Love with You





Thank you for always being you
Who with much patience understands
My difficult moments
So many of which you are not to blame
And that I inadvertently cannot avoid
 

Thank you for always being like that
Sharing your days with me
Loving and romantic
Putting so much joy into things
Telling me, love, that my life is your life
 

Falling more in love with you
Every minute, every moment
Falling more in love
Those two kisses that you give me
After the loving
After the many times that I have slept in your arms
You look at me and tell me
I love only you
Falling in love together
And when you are not here
I really do not know what to do
 

Thank you for always being like that
A companion and lover that is
Loving and romantic
That always gives me another opportunity
For me to understand that I have to change
 

Falling more in love with you
Every minute, every moment
Falling even more in love
Today I promise to truly put my heart
Into everything that I do
Because you and I
Must understand each another,
Truly love each another
 

Falling more in love with you
Time goes by and I
Love you more each day
 


14.03.2025

The day starts





The day starts for me and her at the same time early in the morning
I'm already there, at her house, and soon she's stepping out.
 

It's bright, she's hurries, walks to the tram, I join.
 

She doesn't see me at all. She reads a book, it's a romantic novel.
 

Accidentally I bump her toes with my foot.
I say 'please excuse me', then she whispers 'please' and nothing else.
 

And she doesn't look at me, she reads the novel.
 

This has been going on for weeks. How will I ever get lucky again?
 

The ride back has to be different, I take my chances, I invite her: 'Reality', so I start, 'will be better than your novel, my lady. Put the book away and become mine.'
 

Then the tram came, she read her book, it was the same novel. But as the tram rolled in everything I wanted to say, what I had planned got under the wheels. And she didn't look at me, she read the novel.
 

(1971)
 


14.03.2025

Empty space





I guess I didn't know at the time that I was lonely
That after a while it'll pierce my heart
When even the familiar air becomes murky
When even cruel love turns its back on you
 

An empty space in the corner of my heart
That can neither be filled nor replaced
 

Empty space
There's a hole
The pain that only grows
Please come back to me come back
 

Empty space
Emotions that can't be fulfilled
Alone anymore
Please come back to me
Come back to me
 

I don't even have any regrets anymore
When even the promised love turns its back on you
 

An empty space in the corner of my heart
That can neither be filled nor replaced
 

Empty space
There's a hole
The pain that only grows
Please come back to me come back
 

Empty space
Feelings that can't be fulfilled
Alone anymore
Please come back to me come back
 


14.03.2025

Come and play with me





Come and play with me
The game of love
How it'll be with us one day
Come and play with me
The old game of love
Of tenderness
And the game of fortune
And of sorrow
What will you love me for
What will you hate me for?
And when will you
Let me walk away from you?
Are we loyal to eachother, again and again?
 

I often think about
What will be
When it's not spring anymore
Will love last or not?
When we know
How one feels
When one doesn't play
This game anymore
When one lives it
Will it all be over
Will it just start?
What will we cry about
What will we cry about?
Life will be,
What we make it.
 

I often think about
What will be
When it's not spring anymore
Will love last or not?
When we know
How one feels
When one doesn't play
This game anymore
When one lives it
Will it all be over
Will it just start?
What will we cry about
What will we cry about?
Life will be,
What we make it.