2024-03-08 21:58:33
The first time I saw Emma Suárez was in one of those old video clips. She wore the hot expression of her dream glued to her eyes and in her mouth beat a wound that asked to be healed. She wrapped herself in a coat and let Joaquín Sabina kiss her.
This is how I am without you was the title of the song. It came on the disk Hotel, dulce hotel and they played it at all hours. It was a love song to which they had made some tacky musical arrangements, but that didn’t matter; I hummed it all the time. Then Sabina was Sabina and I was a directionless kid who was still shaking off adolescence; The latter was marked on every pimple on his face.
Now, that the schools have closed and Sunday afternoon is falling, I remember these things, of when I lived in Madrid and hoped to meet Emma Suárez around the corner, covered in a romantic fog, just like in the video clip , clinging to the lapels of her coat as if she were out of temper, at that age when love stories that begin on the street usually end in the darkness of a cinema long before the credits roll.
A few days ago I saw her again. She appeared in a television series, an adaptation of a novel by my beloved Juan Gómez-Jurado. She was again playing a girl disguised as a woman with a wet sexuality in the wound of her mouth and a pearl necklace spelling out her throat; the same throat through which one day Alberto García-Alix raised his hand, on his way to her cheeks, until he took a photograph that would go around the world; a story written with the blindness of touch when everything remains dark.
I could go on with these things, but I prefer to leave it at that and talk about his acting skills, the way he fills the stage and handles silences. Because Emma Suárez acts by tiptoeing over the fine clockwork of the times. For this reason, the girl in the song that brings me here today will always endure in her, that of the duck in the Manzanares, the semen of the hanged men and all the fishing; when I was a kid with cheeks riddled with acne from sin and Sabina was Sabina, and I asked him who was that girl who appeared in his video clip and he looked at me very fixedly and warned me: “She’s my girlfriend, kid”. Then I wished him the worst and, as if he read my intentions, he reprimanded me: “And don’t call me Juaquín”.
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