‘Yes.’

‘Have you listened to it carefully?’

‘It’s a love song.’

‘You’re wrong. I’m a widow, and love’s not the same for me as it is for someone young. This song is about someone for whom love itself has died. A loss for you young people is different, young people will end a relationship over any stupid thing. You don’t understand, you’re young. If this song were sung by a teenager, it would sound hollow. I bet you yourself believe there’s no one else like him, as the song says. Do you have a boyfriend, are you married?’

‘I have a boyfriend, we live together.’

‘Why didn’t you bring him?’

‘He’s away travelling, in Spain, but he’s coming back this Sunday, the day after tomorrow.’

‘What did he go to Spain for?’

‘His mother died. He went with his family and decided to stay longer.’

‘Searching for his mother. I see. And it’s possible he’s coming back to look for her in you. Well, as long as you don’t take it into the bedroom you can be together.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘Precisely that. When he comes back, make sure you don’t end up with a role that’s not yours. If you want to have children, you will, in time, but don’t let them be – what’s his name?’

‘Jonás.’

‘My Ricardo lost his mother when we were dating. He was always very charismatic, an extrovert, the life and soul, but something deep inside him hardened after that. The event marked his work, it changed it radically. Around that time we had Antonella, another extrovert, outgoing like her father. Ricardo was very close to la mamma. He was born on Calle Alfonso Reyes, and he wanted us to buy a house near where he was born. See what I mean? The problem is when you take that into the bedroom. Tell me, what does he do?’

‘He’s a mathematician, he’s working on a research project. And he likes playing the piano.’

‘Sensitive, intelligent, all that must really turn you on. But watch out: you’re not going to save him.’

‘I’m not trying to save him.’