Beni Ouarain
Where that charming salesman with his wit and his wit entangled us with his web of stories. Seducing us and tying our lives, as the Berber craftswomen did with those same knots of wool dyed with bright colours, to that unique and unrepeatable piece.
That so proudly decorated our house, our life together until that night when you spilled your glass on me between screams. No carpet cleaner could ever get that stain out. It was that announcement of disaster, of the inseparable abyss that had opened up between us. The foretold chronicle of the inevitable break-up that was to come.
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Beni Ouarain
Donde aquel encantador vendedor con su labia nos enredó liándonos con su entramado de historias. Seduciéndonos y atando nuestra vida, como hacían las artesanas bereberes con esos mismos nudos de lana teñida con vivos colores, a esa pieza única e irrepetible.
Que tan orgullosamente decoraba nuestra casa, nuestra vida juntos hasta esa noche en que me derramaste tu copa entre gritos. Que ningún limpia alfombras consiguiera sacar nunca esa mancha. Fue ese anuncio del desastre, del abismo inseparable que se había abierto entre los dos. La crónica anunciada de esa ruptura inevitable que estaba por venir.
