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Don Feliciano, marcado como uno de esos típicos solterones de pueblo, los años pasaron y sus ansias de encontrar otro amor nunca cesaron. Un amor desgarrador y trágico que vivió en sus mejores años, cuando sus ojos aún tenían brillo y su cara estaba en el mejor sitio, era su mayor secreto. Un amor con un pegamachos de San Carlos. Uno que le llevaba gardenias en su cumpleaños pero lo amansaba cual si fuese un caballo. Los domingos soñaba con él y recordaba la perfección de esas delicias y deseaba ponerse chúcaro una vez más. Nunca pudo compartir sus historias con nadie, y como solterón quedó para todos.
Canción sugerida para esta historia: “Perfume de Gardenias” escrita por Rafael Hernandez Marín
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Don Feliciano, marked as one of those typical village bachelors, watched the years go by, yet his yearning to find another love never ceased. A heartbreaking and tragic love that he had lived in his best years, when his eyes still shone and his face was at its finest, remained his greatest secret. A love with a pegamachos from San Carlos. One who brought him gardenias on his birthday but tamed him as if he were a horse. On Sundays, he dreamed of him and recalled the perfection of those delights, longing to become wild once again. He was never able to share his stories with anyone, and so, a bachelor he remained in everyone’s eyes.
Suggested song for this story: “Perfume de Gardenias” written by Rafael Hernandez Marín
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