The prominent Mexican writer Carlos Fuentes and the closest friend of Nobel laureate Gabriel Garcia Marquez, spent a happy childhood and adolescence. But his family life was filled with happiness and a lot of pain at the same time.
Fuentes was noted for his masculine beauty and refined taste in dress, which made him adored by women of his time and class. In 1958, when he was 30 years old, Fuentes fell in love with the famous Mexican actress Rita Macedo (María de la Concepción Macedo Guzmán), who was three years older and who left her second husband for the charming young writer. Together they had a daughter.
Although Fuentes loved her very much, Rita divorced him (1969) because of his infidelities with other women. Rita, in 1993, when she was 67 years old, killed herself after finding out that she had cancer. This hurt Carlos. That same year (1969), he married the American actress Jean Seberg who was ten years younger. After an intense but short romance, after a few months they break up. "She was brilliant, intelligent, beautiful... she was a very venerable woman," Fuentes said of her.
In 1979, when she was still 41 years old, Jean Seberg also ended her life by ingesting an overdose of barbiturates. In 1971, Fuentes lost his father, with whom he was very close. However, that same year he met the journalist Silvia Lemus, which he will call a decisive event in his life.
"If all the women I've ever loved were rolled into one, it would include her, she would be the only woman I've ever loved. They are all stars, but Silvia is the galaxy itself. She rocks it all. It is the beauty, the erotic pleasure, but also just the wonder of being together, eating, sleeping and waking together, walking and traveling together, having friends together. together, to share all together the doubts, the plans, the flaws, the mistakes, the love; we also love what we may not like or irritate us in our personalities and behaviors", he said about her. "Everything that unites us, even what can divide us, turns into a point of meeting, investigation, and ultimately union. Physically we are very different. She is delicate, a free girl, blonde and with some sensual eyes that change from blue to green or gray, according to the time. Her appearance is European, but her skin is frosted, with a beautiful oriental shimmer. Her taste in dressing is exceptional and pleases me. I love her because I am the most punctual person on this earth and she, punctuality, is always late. It's part of its magic. It makes you wait."
After a year they got married. Together they had two children: Carlos and Natasha. In 1999, when he had just turned 25 years old, their son Carlos, who suffered from hemophilia as a child, died. Fuentes shows his pain in an essay.
"The Europeans of the 17th century were waiting for death to come to them from Spain, so that it would arrive as soon as possible. No, it got to me and her quickly when we lost Carlos. United forever, a death came that brought us together more than ever. She has Carlos by her side every moment. I, less sensitive or more manly, have gotten into the habit of calling him my son, with a force that astonishes me, during the time I write. This is the moment when my son comes to me, and I feel that in my daily effort to write, he fulfills his truncated purpose. Thus, it happens that everything is extended and returned to be embodied in the union of a couple. Apollinaire said that there are those who die to be in love. In our case, our son is alive because the love that brought us together is alive in our lives," writes Fuentes.
But the disaster would not end there. On August 24, 2005, the evening newspapers announced that somewhere near the Tepito neighborhood of the capital, the dead body of Fuentes' daughter was found. Natasha had just turned 30 years old.
In the text dedicated to his children, the writer will write about Natasha: "She was a playful, cheerful girl, full of imagination and humor. A parent's great illusion is that his daughter will always be a source of love and always watch him in the living room dancing..."
After the death of Fuentes, Silvia published the book with memories of life with him, entitled "Writings and Descriptions".
"A couple does not know which one will accompany the other or if they will die together. But he who remains behind will not be a mere mourner, but a representative of death. Love that continues even after death is called eros. It continues even after the nights, days and years of being alive, when it is no longer, but only through the erotic imagination. 'Eroticism means approving life until death', says Georges Bataille in British writer Emily Bronte's novel, 'Stormy Peaks'. Sexuality leads to death, because to reproduce means to disappear. To understand this means to understand the erotic life after the disappearance of the couple", said Fuentes. /Albania/
