the scarecrow
- Kill, "said the Scarecrow, almost whispering, panting, with clenched teeth, his voice very hard but with a faded tone, spelling, emphasizing the "a" final rounded lips open as I could.
-Mátalaaaaaaa.
Galaor was launched with the full force of his body formed to hunt. First weight leaned forward, crouched flexible legs, in an instant, with a quick blow, he managed to catch the bird before the start of the flight and we got a bite on the fleshy part of the body. He shook his head violently, first clockwise, then counterclockwise. Another set of movements equally able to control the small body as they fell a few feathers from the teeth. The dove left to resist. Galaor then opened his mouth and closed it again, went to the Scarecrow and dropped the dove on his boots. It was a mess of feathers and slime, barely guessed the animal's head, eyes open, and dissected.
- Good boy, "said the animal, stroking the orange coat he wore over his back, as he let loose his eyes on the bird lying on the sidewalk.
The boy reluctantly smiled and started walking with the dog leaving the game hunting useless.
"Damn" was heard from the other side of the park.
The Scarecrow pulled the chain that led to the waist and Galaor stopped short, sniffing the air. A green eyes slid through the grass traveling from east to west, the municipal garden, with tiny hands-ate-it settled the neck leather jacket, then slowly put his hand into the pocket for the last cigarette in the afternoon.
It was getting dark.
"Damn" listened again this time with a soft echo, almost imperceptible.
Galaor up his nose. Some pigeons that had fluttered over the mini-soccer pitch again dared to perch on the bushes. The Scarecrow lit the cigarette and impatient, with the same deep voice he shouted:
"Yeah, come out wherever you are, and added his voice in a lower tone, almost in one syllable mierrrrddda .. .
"Son of a bitch," was heard behind a Ford Falcon parked next to the field. A girl got up from the ground and walked. She wore a white polo shirt, a jean jacket and skirt transparent.
"Shit, what have you? - Said the Scarecrow.
-Murderer, you and your dog, damn pair of murderers-was to tell the girl (a little girl, was not more than thirteen years) before coming to the dove to pick up the body with extreme delicacy. Lifted to his face, stood next to his cheek and gave him some air, gently, her lips making a o. His face smeared with a trace of blood.
The Scarecrow was moved. It was so unusual for him to nearly lose consciousness and kiss that girl and try to resuscitate the animal.
But he refrained.
felt a hot blast across his body from the stomach into the cheeks, which was installed with a burning shame. He touched his cheeks and thought that had been flushed. He lowered his head and called the dog. Her green eyes took on a tone-aqueous liquid, and stopped dancing cigarette in their fingers to fall on the grass of a precise and nervous pinch.
Trató de fingir, de actuar, de luchar contra el calor del pecho. Y sonrió. Una sonrisa tonta, sin sentido, estúpida, inoportuna. De medio lado, casi una mueca.
La chica lo miró fijamente pero sus ojos sólo destilaban rencor, oscuridad, mugre, indignación. ¿Lo odiaba? No se dio por enterado, se pasó una mano por el pelo, el sol de la tarde, a contraluz, iluminó por un segundo la falda de la chica y el Espantajo pudo ver entre la tela celeste las piernas duras y delineadas.
—Galaor— gritó el muchacho —no te dije, bestia, que no la mates.
"hypocrite," said the girl immediately, I heard you telling her to kill her. You're a fucking hypocrite bastard pig chetumadre ...
-Learn how to wipe their noses before speaking as a player ...
- I speak as I feel like shit! - And immediately after uttering this whole string of expletives and obscenities began to mourn. He cried in a voice very softly, a short, sharp cries like small dogs cry barely separated from their mother.
Galaor approached the girl and began to mourn with it. Within breed dogs had sentimental Galaor all awards, could not wait one second before going to their groaning boars near the sobbing for any reason. Even on the streets, where children fall on the stones and let out a smug love handles, Galaor always to come together on the chorus.
The Scarecrow, who was already accustomed to the quirks of your dog's emotional fighter, initially going to release a loud laugh, but was repressed to feel drenched eyes of the girl staring at him.
- See! - Said the girl sniffling -Until he is sorry for what he has done.
-cries every time someone listens to mourn ... is like the Russian experiment that ...
"Nothing ... crying because he has the feelings that you lack.
- What do I lack?
-Feelings ... That's what I said. You have less emotion than a dog.
The Scarecrow was left wondering. The girl pressed closer against the dove to his chest.
"It may be argued in a cynical way better settled comfortably in your trench, in fact I have less emotion than that stupid animal ... but in any case not cry because he has not noticed anything, but because you do ... Look, I stopped doing it ...
Galaor had come to his master wagging his tail. Again I was happy. The dogs just need a second or a gesture to change the mood. The Scarecrow Galaor envied.
"I wanted to leave me a tear but is ... but I'm so hard, what I do.
The girl looked him feel like hitting him but could not do anything against that immense body of uneven haircut. He wanted to repeat other hand swearing when the lifeless body of the bird trembled almost imperceptibly. The girl went to her breast, crouched on Pigeons, Galaor wagged his tail.
- What's your name? - Asked the Scarecrow, pretending to be disinterested.
"I will not say. For what, "she focused on the dead body," Help me to bury the girl got up and approached the center of the park, his hands began pulling the earth. The Scarecrow took off his coat, knelt on the ground and helped her with both hands. His fingers were thick and rough, perfect for digging.
Dove vibrated imperceptibly, but nobody noticed.
The ceremony did not last even half an hour, she was buried alive because they were actually more focused on each other in the animal. When the dove was completely covered, the girl knelt and prayed with folded hands. The Scarecrow felt restless and uncomfortable.
Over all, the Scarecrow walked a few steps toward the area of \u200b\u200bthe Ford Falcon, leaned against the car and pulled out a pocket buzzer. With the last match turned it on while looking at the girl who played with Galaor. The skirt was moving with the wind, her hair fell softly over his face. Galaor threw a stick and an expert in all situations canine collected to give it the tail wagging. She laughed. Seemed to have forgotten the dove.
"Hey, come here," shouted the boy, the sharpshooter was about to go off.
She ran gay, panting. He reached out, she grabbed the buzzer with great skill and absorbed in the air until there was not the slightest trace of marijuana. Then he took a real stalk of his pocket and reached for the Scarecrow the garment.
-Sorry, I have no matches.
"I have said, we had turned on with it, pointed his finger at the last residue of paper that lay in ashes on the sidewalk, what now? Bar do not know what it is to get a match over here ...
"That's no problem. We will walk towards the motorway, there must be something ...
Galaor The two walked as they scampered around.
- Do not you hate me? - Were encouraged to ask the boy.
"Do not hate, I despise ... You're a murderer of birds. You all know you around here. Everyone knows your kind. But I can not hate, I am unable to do so ... I was born to love, that my mom always tells me and why I'm not going to believe? What happens is that you do not have who you want. Must be very sad to live the life you lead.
The Scarecrow was speechless.
Then walked a few steps and wanted to leave, but he immediately attacked the idea of \u200b\u200bthe stalk newly armed and dignity left aside by the filthy habit. Total: this was a fucking kid.
The Scarecrow walked out of inertia but was hesitating a few seconds while watching the red patent leather shoes bearing the unbearable he was at his side. He thought maybe it was a girl priestess of the new religion that had become fashionable. Or a girl who watched too many cartoons evangelists.
Upon reaching the highway both approached the metal railing. Fucking walked to the railing with one hand on the edge of the track until they reached the first pedestrian bridge. The Scarecrow came forward and poked the girl under the bridge, near the railing. Found a match. She smiled and approached the boy, they sat on the ground, the Scarecrow turned on the stalk and smoked in silence, watching the cars roared past.
- What if I cross the road?
"Almost nothing, would fly to pieces, the Scarecrow returned the stalk "Do not be spoiled, do not ever cross, the dog would be behind you ... I do not want to die.
- And I do not care? - Asked to receive it.
"Not much," she said as she leaned back against the wall of the railing that separated the highway from the village.
"I thought," I replied with some sadness.
"After everything I've said ... Are you crazy or what's wrong?! I just came here porque hace tiempo que no consigo una cantidad de yerba considerable como para estar en algo, lo demás no me importa...
Ella lo miró con cierta rabia y después acarició al perro. Galaor ladró. Un par de autos competían una carrera de piques a lo lejos. Se escuchaba el ruido de los motores. Por la autopista no dejaban de circular los carros rápidamente, dejando una estela de ruido que rebotaba contra el techo del puente.
La yerba se acabó. La chica se acercó al Espantajo, se sentó a su lado. Él la miró bastante fastidiado queriendo zafarse de la situación. Pero había algo en ella que lo encandilaba y no podía resist that approach. When she was at her side, she slowly put her head on the boy's legs.
- Can you pat your hair? - Told as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
The Scarecrow increasingly nervous wished away, but both Galaor approached and fell quiet at the foot of the girl. The Scarecrow, with some sweaty hands was stroking the girl's hair. He had very soft, almost imperceptible, was terribly nice to do that.
The girl got the thumb in his mouth and began suck. The Scarecrow, without knowing what he did, I got annoyed.
"You're great to do that.
She wiped her finger slime coat and continued in the same position.
"Well, do not stop stroking my hair.
The Scarecrow was impatient but continued stroking, slowly, feeling the soft touch at every turn. She fell asleep.
"I knew ...
For a moment thought of leaving it there, sleeping grass, but resisted because some remorse began to beat him in the head. He saw the cars pass and thanks to the pleasant sensation of the stalk and foggy all the colors seemed more vivid and the situation more bearable. He imagined that the girl was his daughter. A daughter quite large. Then without realizing it also patted the arms, slowly, slowly, patiently. And then the legs and then his fingers flowed upward, increasingly felt the buttocks slowly, then without a single pubic pubic hair. Became nervous. He wanted to make it to the side to get up and go away. But at that moment she awoke.
— ¿Ha pasado mucho tiempo?
—No creo— le contestó él— todavía no oscurece del todo.
—Mi mamá se va a molestar, tengo que regresar a mi casa. ¿Quieres acompañarme? Me da miedo cruzar el río sola.
—No... no puedo. Tengo que encontrarme con alguien ahorita.
—Pero ya se está haciendo de noche. Me pueden asaltar.
—Oye, no te hagas... ¿quieres que now I believe a lady when I know you're a street? You know perfectly walk alone. So I will not accompany shit. Do not give me crap ...
- So do not mind being raped and killed me! Ah, I do not know, ah .... If I rape and kill me and find my bloated corpse floating around on the river ... be your fault.
-Ya then. So what?
"I do not know, ah.
She starts to walk, jump the railing of the wall separating the park highway and walks away. He looks a bit. Then again the same green eyes on passing cars running east to west. He sighs and tries to control. But suddenly it for quick, jump the railing, run to the place where she has lost. Galaor slowly follows him.
On turning the corner that faces the river, the girl crouched waiting.
"I take less than what I thought.
The Scarecrow to hit and gets upset with himself for the ineffectiveness of their decisions.
"Yeah, well, hurry.
The two are walking down a hill to get closer to the river and she will forward a bit, play with sticks Galaor throwing the dog insists on collecting again and again. The Scarecrow stares at the girl, it feels weird, something sweet will come from inside, a feeling that he hates because it looks feminine, effeminate, fag. Think maybe that people feel that once played with a mother he never had children, the street became Puericultorio to seven years, and in the streets of his fame was hardly knew how to steal to eat. The only portion of tenderness has received from the animals: dogs, cats, birds and even a green iguana biting pins in their shoes. Kids who understand because they do not ask anything: give her back and he runs his hand absently. They are content with little, just like him. But now move your hand down the back of that little girl has disturbed as ever, and hates to get in this situation, because you can not control anything, neither looks nor his pulse. And the looks and wants to come and kiss her hand again to pass the bad hair cut.
The girl is about to cross the river and he does not know what to call to stop on a shallow section starts jumping between stones. Her skirt is wet, Galaor barks, the wind blows soft and he can see again thighs legs firm and tender. The night envelops the landscape.
Galaor But suddenly lifts its tail and ears: something is about to happen. The Scarecrow turns to the other side of the river but just look at a flock of pigeons rises symmetrically to reach the tops of the trees. The pigeons fly in circles, getting up and returning to the ground several times and Galaor, skilled in hunting, the whole body tense waiting for the right time to take the fatal leap. Distracted and while noting with appreciation the instinct of his dog, the Scarecrow does not realize that in front of him are four men armed with machine guns and rifles cut light. The Scarecrow stops and tries to call the girl and the dog, but ignore him and continue to cross the river. "
-Galaor Galaoooooorrrrrrr ...- cries in despair ...
Just then shot down by guns.
Men approach while shooting. Galaor try at first attack is further behind but the girl caught him by the neck, pulled him over and keeps him out of the box fight. After a few seconds of silence in fear, the head, a skinny bearded guy is about the Scarecrow and ends with a shot in the cabeza.
—Idiota...
La chiquilla también se acerca despacio, Galaor se le ha adelantado y olfatea con su hocico la sangre que salta rojísima de las perforaciones del cuerpo. Los demás hombres revisan el pantalón del muchacho, le quitan una billetera vieja sin un centavo y unos papeles higiénicos que guardaba en el bolsillo de la casaca. El perro aúlla.
—Te demoraste demasiado. Ya te iba ir a buscar— le dice el hombre de la barba a la chica.
—Me quedé dormida, esa hierba era pura lechuga...— the two look indifferent - And I can stay with the dog?
Galaor sniffed insistently cried as the boy's body. The man looked into her eyes.
"I really like the animal, right?
"Yes ... long.
"Take
.
She smiles and jumps Galaor looking happy and calls with a whistle. The dog sniffed the boy finishes and goes to its new owner, wagging his tail.
A Pujalt Coco, the real Scarecrow,
gunned down by the sea of \u200b\u200bBujama in 1997,
and Wesser, your dog setter
Cuchu Share 
