La primera vez que paseó del brazo de Ramiro, luciendo éste su impecable uniforme militar, se sintió tan orgullosa, que poco faltó para que estallaran las cenefas de su vestido de tan henchido como tenía el pecho, bastante desarrollado por obra y arte de la naturaleza. No era la primera vez que pensaba en el parecido tan increíble que tenían Ramiro y ese fantástico actor norteamericano protagonista de la película Lo que el viento se llevó, que había tenido la oportunidad de ver en el cine hacía años. ¿Cómo se llamaba?. ¿Gary Cooper?. No, algo así como Clark. ¡Eso es!. ¡Clark Gable!. Se parecían tanto, en su opinión, que si los ponían a los dos, uno junto al otro, sería muy difícil averiguar quién era quién.
Aunque era invierno, aquélla mañana de domingo lucía un sol tan hermoso y agradable, que invitaba a pasear aunque no se tuvieran ganas. Seguramente por eso, los aledaños del Estanque del Retiro se hallaban tan frecuentados por los madrileños. Había, también, muchos quintos como Ramiro, que se pavoneaban orgullosos, sin duda influenciados por el carisma que representaba lucir con desenvoltura un uniforme militar. Se podían ver de todas las armas y colores: el uniforme azul de los hombres de Aviación; el blanco de la Marina; el beige de los cuerpos de Tierra. Incluso el verde aperlado de los cuerpos africanos de la Legión, con su chaquetilla corta, las botas de media caña y el gorro sobre el que se balanceaba alegremente una borla de color rojo que, cuando perdía toda inercia y se quedaba quieta, le llegaba al hombre hasta la punta de la nariz, como si fuera un moscardón que sobre ella se hubiera posado. Algunos llevaban los botones superiores de la camisa desabrochados, mostrando con banal prepotencia el vello ensortijado de su pecho. Una conducta propia, en su opinión, de la fanfarria típica de los novios de la muerte, que defendían a ultranza los últimos restos de colonialismo español en Africa.
Resultaba impresionante verlos, todo hay que decirlo. Pero Maruja no tenía dudas en cuanto a que no cambiaría a Ramiro por ninguno de ellos. Su Ramiro, fuera de toda especulación, era decididamente especial. Eso era algo de lo que sus jefes se habían dado cuenta a tiempo, destinándole a oficinas. Afortunadamente, aquella circunstancia contaba además con la ventaja implícita de que estaba rebajado de guardias, si se exceptuaba el hecho de tener que realizar una cada quince días para cumplir con el protocolo.
Siendo natural de Madrid, pronto le darían el pase pernocta, con el que podría comer y dormir en casa todos los días que no tuviera servicio. “Y es que Ramiro es tan especial -no se cansa de repetirse a sí misma-, que tiene suerte hasta para eso”.
The first time she walked arm in arm with Ramiro, wearing his impeccable military uniform, she felt so proud that it was almost time for the borders of her dress to burst from being as swollen as her chest was, quite developed by the work and art of nature. . It was not the first time that she thought about the incredible resemblance between Ramiro and that fantastic American actor who was the protagonist of the movie Gone with the Wind, which she had had the opportunity to see in the cinema years ago. What was it called?. Gary Cooper? No, something like Clark. That is!. Clark Gable! They looked so much alike, in her opinion, that if you put the two of them side by side, it would be very difficult to tell who was who.
Although it was winter, that Sunday morning the sun was so beautiful and pleasant that she invited them to go for a walk even if they didn't feel like it. Probably for this reason, the surroundings of the Estanque del Retiro were so frequented by the people of Madrid. There were also many fifths like Ramiro, who strutted about proudly, no doubt influenced by the charisma that wearing a military uniform represented with ease. They could be seen in all weapons and colors: the blue uniform of the Aviation men; Navy white; the beige of the bodies of Earth. Even the pearly green of the African corps of the Legion, with its short jacket, mid-calf boots and cap on which a red tassel swung merrily, which, when it lost all momentum and stood still, reached the man to the tip of the nose, as if it were a bot that had landed on it. Some had the top buttons of their shirts undone, displaying with banal arrogance the kinky hair on their chests. A behavior typical, in her opinion, of the typical fanfare of the bride and groom of death, who staunchly defended the last remnants of Spanish colonialism in Africa.
It was impressive to see them, it must be said. But Maruja had no doubts that she would not trade Ramiro for any of them. Her Ramiro, outside of all speculation, was decidedly special. That was something that his bosses had realized in time, assigning him to offices. Fortunately, that circumstance also had the implicit advantage that he had fewer guards, except for the fact that he had to perform one every fifteen days to comply with protocol.
Being a native of Madrid, they would soon give him the overnight pass, with which he could eat and sleep at home every day that he did not have service. "And it is that Ramiro is so special -she never tires of repeating herself-, that he is lucky even for that".
Preámbulo / Preamble: https://hive.blog/writing/@juancar347/spn-eng-cuentame-que-os-paso-novela-preambulo-tell-me-what-happened-to-you-novel-preamble
Capítulo 1 / Chapter 1: https://hive.blog/writing/@juancar347/spn-eng-cuentame-que-os-paso-capitulo-1-tell-me-what-happened-to-you-chapter-1
Capítulo 2 / Chapter 2: https://hive.blog/writing/@juancar347/spn-eng-cuentame-que-os-paso-capitulo-2-tell-me-what-happened-to-you-chapter-2
Capítulo 3 / Chapter 3: https://hive.blog/writing/@juancar347/spn-eng-cuentame-que-os-paso-capitulo-3-tell-me-what-happened-to-you-chapter-3
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“Y es que Ramiro es tan especial -no se cansa de repetirse a sí misma-, que tiene suerte hasta para eso”.
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