Lust can hold us hostage for so long! It was never so humiliating as in my middle age, when the woman in the mirror showed her fifty years of struggle and exhaustion, body and soul. For Julián, on the other hand, age was a choice; he decided he would remain thirty years old forever, and he almost managed it. He was an energetic, unworried, happy womanizer until an age when the rest of us were beginning to contemplate the inevitability of death. “All you regret in the end are the sins you didn’t commit,” he would say.
