Tipica Mujer Mexicana

This the story of typical Mexican woman , a story shared by many women around the world.

I was drawn to her presence because she looked very familiar. She was the kind of woman that I idealized as the perfect woman to be my partner in this life. I was drawn to her because she had a contrasting face and body.Her face was full of bumps, crackling burnt, abused but at the same time her face conserved those high cheek that send electrical waves through my body, also she had this beatiful big eyes and eyelaces, and red juicy lips and wide round hips.Her hair was long, brown and showed some signs of maturity with some shades of gray. I don't understand why I alway liked women who had a look of melancholy in their sparkling eyes, and she was one of those women.

I could not understand why she kept turning around ln a way that you saw only one side of her face. For some reason I could not understan YET she wanted to show only her RIGHT SIDE , never the left. This, plus her remaining beauty, a beauty that she seemed to keep at any cost or circunstances, this two things intrigued me. 

 

It looks she felt confortable being around women similar to her, always surrounded or around religious icons. This gave me a clue (I tought) why she did not want show her left side. I tought she was one of those fanatical religious women who had strange, absurd, dark, nonsense ideas that ignorace had kept even if thousands of years had passed. For thousands of years some people think that right is good and left is bad or related to the demon or dark things. 

 

It was obvious that she did not want to show that side of her body or face, and I respected that since she was the kind of woman somehow sacred to me , I walked away and sat in a place where she could not see me and proceeded to observed her.

I sat there observing her for maybe 30 minutes and at times caught glimpses of her other side.

I tought that I saw a swollen eye , the left one.

This disturbed me because my brain could not understand or assimilate the idea that a beatiful woman could be like that, but then I saw her face full of bumps, cracked, parched, dry and slowly realized that she was hiding something. Her right eye showed signs of being hitted too, because it looked like she was about to be blind.

She was an abused woman!!!

She hid her disgrace being surrounded or around women like her, around churches , dragging her sons and daughters, she chose to be around women that shared same fate, same abuse, women that stiil managed a smile and still had a sparkle in their eyes and a _____________ to rear their sons or daughters.

These women gathered mostly on Sundays and all begged "god" to change their lives.

This made me angry, I don' know if it was because she was my ideal woman or because she reminded of my mother or simply because I did not like to see any human being being abused that way specially if the could not defend themselves phisically, since we all know that this "god" that know was my boss , did not make men and women equually strong.

I looked at "god", (and yes god with lower case because I was mad at him) and he sensed all my wrath, because he looked away, with a ashamed look.

It was obvious that she would not be able to hide her disgrace all the time, so I looked at her and she sensed it and looked at me too directly at my eyes,like penetrating my head, in a way that we understood that we had to talk and I took it as a very human need to free your soul of some weight once in a while.

I walked to her, she did the same , we met half way , the she motioned me to a room (it looks that here in Limbo there was lots of empty rooms ).

The only things that were in this room were a bed,a mirror, toys for girls and boys, and her panties (purple) drying in top of __________.

She sat on the bed , she touched the bed, patted it, signaling to sit there too.

I sensed she felt confortable with me, she seemed very at ease, like I was a confidant or physicologist.

Without preamble she started:

_Yes, my husband hit me, all men on my life hitted me, I did not fell down or hit myself on a door, but thanks to god he only hitted me on my left side, I guess I deserved it he knows because he knows that left is bad, devilish, bad, dark and I guess that in that side all my bads things reside.

I was shocked to hear this kind of reasonings. So I answered in a way that she could understand or relate.

_Your heart is on the left side and heart and soul is the same.

She started to cry, her head slumped down, grabbed my hands, sobbing,

_Yes, I know, God placed the heart in the wrong side.

_ You don't look like a bad person (I emphasized the word PERSON) , you looked like a very good human being.

I made sure the only words her brain coud absorbe were HUMAN and PERSON.

_How do you know how a woman is?? Are you a mind reader? Are you God??

_ I just looked on the eyes of all humans and can tell if they have a good heart, yes, I know that looks are deceiving and....

_Maybe I am one one of those deceiving women.

_No!! I bet your heart is full of beatiful ideas, projects, good will wishes , I bet some times your heart is so full of this that you feel is going to to explode, I guess that whatever you have in your soul or heart does not flourish because someone repress it.

Those words opened the container that hold her soul, but it looked she needed this container to brake , she needed it to cry, and cry she did like only women can do it: from the heart, from the soul.

She embraced me , hugging me very tight, crying her head buried on my chest, soaking it.

We stayed embraced like this for maybe and hour , she feeling the warmth of my chest ( the warmth of my soul she said later).

He then calmed and some how I felt her lighter, so light that I pictured her flying, away , looking for something.

Without facing me, she spoke and I felt a nice , warm sensation on my chest when she was uttered these words:

_ My heart is very happy now and full of emotions , good emotions, wishes or project as you say, and I feel like is going to explode.

When she said this I tightned my armas around her head, signaling my happiness.

_ Do you want to see my heart??? Do you want to hear it???

_HAHAHAHAHHA! I am a simple human like you, I don't have any special powers.

_Ok, but you can hear it, right?? Maybe if you hear its beats you can read what they say.

She got loose of my embrace and looked up, straight onto my eyes and said:

_I'd like you to hear it.

And with a supplicant look like I saw a cat in the film SHREIK she said "PLEASEEEE???"

I melt every time a woman looks at me like that, with a happy face, sparkling eyes, and saying PLEASE.

_HAHAHHAHA ok I will listen to your heart.

I standed up and was about to close the door because I did want people to think I was doing something indecent. She stopped me and looked at me , perplexed.

_ I am going to close the door.

_No, leave like that, it's fine.

_What??? You are not the kind of woman that would let society see her with a man hearing her heart.

_Shut up and come here, don't destroy the magic that was just born in a human that wants to be herself at least for one minute, I don't care if people see us.

So I came back, and she was allready unbuttoning her blouse half way. I placed my head against her chest and saw part of two big, round perfect sized breasts, the size and shape that only mature women can have.

My nose so close to her skin smelled a smell so familiar to me.

I smelled happiness on her skin I smelled a WOMAN this time a woman with a wish to mate and be free, I smelled a womanly need.

Women smell different when someone touches their soul.

I heard a heart full of good wishes and projects a very happy one ready to explode.

_ The bumps on my face were made fists of men that lived on this earth,

some are hits, some are caused by fear.

_What do you mean caused by fear??

_Yes..you never heard of a ________called Psoriasis??

My mind went home and remembered psoriasis.

_I almost forgot that fear can cause psoriasis.

_What is that big hole in your head? Your head looks like a pot with no lid.

_That hole is open so women can deposit here what they have against inequallity or their complaints against men.

_ I see, I get it, you are some sort of sorrows depository.All women come to you and leave a note in your head . I see , then you take them to god and complaint why he allows all this.

The magic was gone.

She walked away and soon dissapeared around people followed by children , maybe hers.The last thing I saw was her swollen face attached to a neck that reminded me of a penis.