Semen, a Love Sample Page #3

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What's this disgusting stuff

you've dropped on the floor?

Serafin!

-Im pregnant! I'm pregnant!

-Good, good.

But don't jump up and down!

-It's not good for...

-You're right.

Its just that Im so happy!

Oh, Serafin!

This baby inside me

owes you so much.

You've put so much into it.

Yes!

So much science,

so much technique.

The worst part is

that we won't meet again.

No... we won't.

But Ill bring

the baby in for you to see.

And a photo for your board.

Take care.

Take care.

Yes. Bye.

She was going.

Out of my life for ever.

I was losing her.

With something of mine

inside her.

Something tiny, microscopic,

still ridiculously small

but my flesh and blood,

with my genes.

Without doubt, among all the animals

the emperor penguin deserves

the title of ''perfect father."

For it is the males

who keep their young warm

through the long Antarctic winter,

in temperatures of 50 below zero

and losing half their body weight

as they give warmth and food

to offspring

who would never survive

without the loving care

of their penguin papas.

What could be more beautiful

than a father's love for his young?

Dad...

What's the matter?

Have you been peeling onions

or something?

-Dad...

-What are you doing?

You're dribbling all over me!

-I need to...

-You need to what?

Feel what a father's love's like.

This bed's too small,

you're too big,

and Im too old to feel...

Look...

Tell me things

about when l was little.

What do you want me to say?

When Mum left...

you had to look after me.

Father and son united... beautiful.

Not at all. More like depressing.

l was in a bad way and you were

-a pretty weird child.

-But you played with me...

You didn't Like playing

on your own and you had no friends,

so l had to be the dragon,

the princess the robber

and the pirate all in one.

And you always had to be the hero,

which I deeply regret.

But for...

a son...

who grows up

without his father...

-it must be traumatic...

-It depends.

-Depends? On what?

-On the father,

the son and the age.

At your age and mine,

Serafin, this is aberrant.

Get out of here

and leave me alone.

Go to your own bed.

Go on.

It's no use chasing after something

that's running away from us.

Ariadna wanted a child

by an anonymous father

and Id decided to be just that...

Anonymous.

But fate...

whimsical, indomitable fate...

was playing dirty

behind my back.

That morning,

little Diego Salvaterra,

a 10-year-old boy with a weakness

for chocolate-coated cereals,

knocked over a pile

of boxes and grabbed

the one closest to his left foot.

It so happened that the box

of cereals held a prize...

two free tickets for the circus.

Overcome by excitement, little Diego

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