By now, she and Juan Antonio
and Maria Elena had become lovers.
Everything seemed perfectly balanced,
perfectly in tune.
Maria Elena was calm and relaxed.
Juan Antonio was going through
a very creative period with his painting.
It was only Cristina,
as the last days of summer expired,
who began to experience an old familiar stirring,
a growing restlessness
that she dreaded,
but recognized only too well.
Suddenly, thoughts started
taking precedence over feelings,
thoughts and questions about life and love,
and as much as she tried to resist these ideas,
she could not get them
from her mind.
Chronic dissatisfaction,
that's what you have.