Lima, 1974. Archaeologist, writer and journalist, studied at the Universidad Nacional Mayor de San Marcos. He has written the story books Awakenings Night "2000)," Singing in Hell "(2001)," The color of the chameleon "(2005), and anthologies of short story" Born to lose. Just stories " (2007) and "17 Peruvian fantastic tales" (2008). Since 2005 Casatomada directs the independent editorial and creative writing workshops. Manage blogs:
Directs cultural section of the magazine and helps Opening Latino newspapers and virtual pages devoted to letters. The following story is taken from the book "The color of the chameleon."
garnered him
do not know when this all begin. Two years ago it did not work and my life has been deteriorating slowly, slowly, subtly, to become that I am now: a sad and poor imitation of myself. Silvana
smiled after the phone: I see you in half an hour at McDonald's, and then ... you know.
Now I have to go rushing down the avenue running through Central Park, crossing quickly to the sight of all those who beg for a little affection. Johnny looks at me and smiled disdainfully (perhaps with envy), I run like a insane in the trees, know that I will see Silvana and dollars depend on it to live. Mrs. Carlson greets me barely lifting the arm (or ask for help?) Since yesterday is thrown in the bushes. Blacks in the eighth believe I just stole something, my speed is shocking, as the fear of hunger. Everyone is quiet. They know that I have a girlfriend and also keeps me because he has cried in the middle of the street when I asked him a few dollars for beer. They also know he likes to have sex because I have told in detail. I showed them some pictures, so why lie. Safe sex. Rico. No squeamish. Feelings only limit. Opposites say. Sometimes I am asked to hold her strong, but I can not. The tenderness I forgot somewhere and I do not care back. The clock is ticking and I also. I get to the pool. Roy and Italians beckon me, but today I want to go whoring. I only get to eat McDonald's fucking one of his nasty deals.
Four days ago I have not seen for four days Silvana and not like. Drink anything and watch the shapes of clouds. Yesterday I discovered a crocodile in the sky. I would like to be a crocodile to kill with his teeth. But I'm so weak that it would easily be a pair of boots and a wallet with my skin. So I keep running, just a few meters. Frankie
greets me from the hydrant where mean dogs, beckoning me with a sealed bottle of vodka, you drink today either, brother, I just want to eat. I cross the street, the park is huge. I'm sweating, I took four minutes. Traffic is hell to this hour, two blocks and now, already seen. Now I have to hear her scream for half an hour before burying the teeth.
Shout, shout and scream. I know, I know I'm a maintained, you're tired of feeding me and that you are ashamed you dont have any pennies for bread, but this will change, as I told you, you know that when I compensate the army, everything will change, then I'll buy the damn McDonald's the goals for you in the ass, with all their sauces, but now buy me the offer, please, I have hunger.
Ask what he says, smiling now sold three ... I no longer hear, hunger is a buzz that breaks my ears, I feel dizzy, I see the slate colored with food in letters. I know I want ... But asked by the two and, as always, I played the worst of all, full of pickles, tomato sauce and junior size. He knows I hate that offer, I irritate the stomach and gives me gas. But she pays. Just eat me. Eat anything, even that shit burger. She will eat a special dish that only make me hate him more. Tonight I'll hit the bottom so hard that you can not sit in days, you'll see ... and how ...
She talks and talks. If the cardboard does not hurt me eat the box, and the straw and glass of tecknopor. I'm hungry. We left. She looks at me and smiles. Are you full? Yes, but knows it is not true. Stopped a taxi and drove to the hotel. I pay by Roosevelt. Da tip. We entered the building just as the elevator opens its leaves and pushes me inside. I already have. Kiss me with tongue out of control. I can not even touch it. Kiss me again, down the neck, smell of sweat but it seems not to mind: my arms and sucks up my armpits. Bite nipple, pinch the lips. Still kissing and licking. He kneels down and play with my fly. Staring at the open and give up. The desire grows with violence. I feel your mouth and close my eyes. The pleasure flooded my body and the elevator opens. She runs taken from my hand. I'm in the hallway outside the room. I want to keep it but she has fun watching little by little, the air outside the corridor, my vanity moderate blushes and smaller, timid, defeated. Seeking
and enter keys. I pulled to the ground on his back, now she is in control. Have you ever lost? (Where did I lose?) We crawled through the dirt floor, dust sticks to my back wet, pulling up her skirt and panties just your index finger, sits on my resurrected manhood. Starts moving in circles, spider me chest, moaning like crazy, close your eyes, stretched nipples hard and pull your head back, I turn it upside down but I win, I win and feel the urge comes, coming, do not think, is coming, almost there. Suddenly she stands. Not bad, "says exhausted," "See you tomorrow? He combs the mirror. Find your bag while still lying on the ground with the piece to air and thwarted pride. "At the same time? question. I buttoned pants and go out together.
The elevator goes down slowly, lights a Lucky, left the building. He kisses me and leaves. I run after her. He caught a few steps Am you give five dollars? Twist the mouth and looking at me with contempt opens his wallet. Search through the wad of cash. I have no change, "he says and leaves. No matter, since I took twenty while combing. I see Frankie in the street, beckoning me to the sealed bottle of vodka. I watch her walk away and stop a taxi. Frankie insists distance. I cross the runway in the opposite direction Silvana and I move forward, without looking back.
smiled after the phone: I see you in half an hour at McDonald's, and then ... you know.
Now I have to go rushing down the avenue running through Central Park, crossing quickly to the sight of all those who beg for a little affection. Johnny looks at me and smiled disdainfully (perhaps with envy), I run like a insane in the trees, know that I will see Silvana and dollars depend on it to live. Mrs. Carlson greets me barely lifting the arm (or ask for help?) Since yesterday is thrown in the bushes. Blacks in the eighth believe I just stole something, my speed is shocking, as the fear of hunger. Everyone is quiet. They know that I have a girlfriend and also keeps me because he has cried in the middle of the street when I asked him a few dollars for beer. They also know he likes to have sex because I have told in detail. I showed them some pictures, so why lie. Safe sex. Rico. No squeamish. Feelings only limit. Opposites say. Sometimes I am asked to hold her strong, but I can not. The tenderness I forgot somewhere and I do not care back. The clock is ticking and I also. I get to the pool. Roy and Italians beckon me, but today I want to go whoring. I only get to eat McDonald's fucking one of his nasty deals.
Four days ago I have not seen for four days Silvana and not like. Drink anything and watch the shapes of clouds. Yesterday I discovered a crocodile in the sky. I would like to be a crocodile to kill with his teeth. But I'm so weak that it would easily be a pair of boots and a wallet with my skin. So I keep running, just a few meters. Frankie
greets me from the hydrant where mean dogs, beckoning me with a sealed bottle of vodka, you drink today either, brother, I just want to eat. I cross the street, the park is huge. I'm sweating, I took four minutes. Traffic is hell to this hour, two blocks and now, already seen. Now I have to hear her scream for half an hour before burying the teeth.
Shout, shout and scream. I know, I know I'm a maintained, you're tired of feeding me and that you are ashamed you dont have any pennies for bread, but this will change, as I told you, you know that when I compensate the army, everything will change, then I'll buy the damn McDonald's the goals for you in the ass, with all their sauces, but now buy me the offer, please, I have hunger.
Ask what he says, smiling now sold three ... I no longer hear, hunger is a buzz that breaks my ears, I feel dizzy, I see the slate colored with food in letters. I know I want ... But asked by the two and, as always, I played the worst of all, full of pickles, tomato sauce and junior size. He knows I hate that offer, I irritate the stomach and gives me gas. But she pays. Just eat me. Eat anything, even that shit burger. She will eat a special dish that only make me hate him more. Tonight I'll hit the bottom so hard that you can not sit in days, you'll see ... and how ...
She talks and talks. If the cardboard does not hurt me eat the box, and the straw and glass of tecknopor. I'm hungry. We left. She looks at me and smiles. Are you full? Yes, but knows it is not true. Stopped a taxi and drove to the hotel. I pay by Roosevelt. Da tip. We entered the building just as the elevator opens its leaves and pushes me inside. I already have. Kiss me with tongue out of control. I can not even touch it. Kiss me again, down the neck, smell of sweat but it seems not to mind: my arms and sucks up my armpits. Bite nipple, pinch the lips. Still kissing and licking. He kneels down and play with my fly. Staring at the open and give up. The desire grows with violence. I feel your mouth and close my eyes. The pleasure flooded my body and the elevator opens. She runs taken from my hand. I'm in the hallway outside the room. I want to keep it but she has fun watching little by little, the air outside the corridor, my vanity moderate blushes and smaller, timid, defeated. Seeking
and enter keys. I pulled to the ground on his back, now she is in control. Have you ever lost? (Where did I lose?) We crawled through the dirt floor, dust sticks to my back wet, pulling up her skirt and panties just your index finger, sits on my resurrected manhood. Starts moving in circles, spider me chest, moaning like crazy, close your eyes, stretched nipples hard and pull your head back, I turn it upside down but I win, I win and feel the urge comes, coming, do not think, is coming, almost there. Suddenly she stands. Not bad, "says exhausted," "See you tomorrow? He combs the mirror. Find your bag while still lying on the ground with the piece to air and thwarted pride. "At the same time? question. I buttoned pants and go out together.
The elevator goes down slowly, lights a Lucky, left the building. He kisses me and leaves. I run after her. He caught a few steps Am you give five dollars? Twist the mouth and looking at me with contempt opens his wallet. Search through the wad of cash. I have no change, "he says and leaves. No matter, since I took twenty while combing. I see Frankie in the street, beckoning me to the sealed bottle of vodka. I watch her walk away and stop a taxi. Frankie insists distance. I cross the runway in the opposite direction Silvana and I move forward, without looking back.
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