Aura, she said in my ear:
-Varga Vila wrote "Aura o las violetas", in honor of the love he feels for me.
I hugged her and gave her a kiss trying to keep the jealousy out of my head. I took her to a small hotel in the Santafé neighborhood, and we made love.
I promised to tell Vargas Vila about us, so that he would have no illusions.
He insisted that I tell him nothing. I nodded my head. I cleared my throat a bit, and we made love again.