CAPITULO 7. AMOREM
A la luz de la chimenea, la pareja de longevos terminaban de alistarse.
—Te ves absolutamente espectacular, mi amada —dijo Magnus, halagando la apariencia de Naiara.
Esa noche debían acudir a una gala de recaudación de fondos para la beneficencia. La anciana sonreía pletórica observando a Dominus vistiendo su esmoquin.
—Sé sincero querido… ¿Cuál es tu tipo de mujer? —bromeaba imitando a la rubia que los visitó semanas atrás.
La dulce mujer realizaba gestos y giraba para que su amado la continuara admirando, hasta que no pudo contener más la risa rememorando aquella entrevista.
—La estoy contemplando en este momento y he de confesarte, hermosa mujer… que mis gustos… —respondía Magnus mientras se acercaba a la dama. —Mis gustos… son exquisitos.
Él la abrazó por la espalda besando su hombro.
—¡Oh Magnus! —expresaba la veterana con su voz rasgada —Te amo.
Naiara veía a su amado a los ojos, posando su mano sobre el mentón del hombre, acarició su longevo rostro con suavidad, sus pupilas se iluminaban, llenas de admiración, rememorando una vida entera de complicidad, batallas, derrotas, risas, llanto y verdadero amor.
Él sonrió y cerró sus ojos, intensificando la sensación del tacto sobre su cara.
—Bailemos querida.
—Bailemos —repitió —Danzaré a tu lado en esta vida y en la siguiente, disfrutaré tomado de tus manos cada vals, por los años que nos queden, amada mía, nunca me dejes, nunca me sueltes.
Sin música, voces ni melodías, la pareja giraba, reía y disfrutaban de su locura.
—Estoy enamorado de ti Naiara… con más intensidad que nuestro ayer y la misma devoción de nuestro mañana… seré tuyo eternamente.
Magnus besó la mano de su adorada mujer, se detuvo firme y extendió su brazo para que ella lo tomara.
—Es hora de partir —expresó el caballero.
Acudieron a su compromiso, luciendo despampanantes y emanando belleza.
CHAPTER 7. AMORE
By the light of the fireplace, the elderly couple finished getting ready.
"You look absolutely spectacular, my beloved," Magnus said, complimenting Naiara's appearance.
That night they had to go to a charity fundraising gala. The old woman smiled brightly as she watched Dominus wearing his tuxedo.
—Be honest dear... What is your type of woman? —she joked, imitating the blonde who visited them weeks ago.
The sweet woman made gestures and turned so that her lover could continue admiring her, until she could no longer contain her laughter remembering that interview.
"I am contemplating it at this moment and I have to confess to you, beautiful woman... that my tastes..." Magnus responded as he approached the lady. —My tastes… are exquisite.
He hugged her from behind, kissing her shoulder.
—Oh Magnus! —the veteran expressed with her raspy voice —I love you.
Naiara looked her lover in the eyes, placing her hand on the man's chin, she gently caressed his long-lived face, her pupils lit up, full of admiration, remembering an entire life of complicity, battles, defeats, laughter, crying and truth. love.
He smiled and closed his eyes, intensifying the sensation of the touch on his face.
—Let's dance, dear.
"Let's dance," he repeated, "I will dance by your side in this life and in the next, I will enjoy holding your hands every waltz, for the years we have left, my beloved, never leave me, never let me go."
Without music, voices or melodies, the couple spun, laughed and enjoyed their madness.
—I am in love with you Naiara... with more intensity than our yesterday and the same devotion of our tomorrow... I will be yours eternally.
Magnus kissed his beloved wife's hand, stood firm, and extended his arm for her to take.
"It's time to leave," said the knight.
They attended their engagement, looking stunning and exuding beauty.
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