Enrique Arevalo Javier Piedra (Lima 1965) is a writer, journalist, photographer, editor. Promoted in Peru to fix a state policy that established a national goal of reading one book a month for student and teacher. He is the author of the novels "Night of rum and cats", "Kiss of the flame" published by Prima Opera in Spain and translated into Portuguese under the title Da O'Beijo Chama. He is the author of the novels "How to trap an Angel," "He hunted hawks," "Vertigo, under the full moon" and "Thank you Lord for your revenge" has four collections of short stories; "A trap for the commander," "Before the Silence" "The galleon imagined" and "A line to your heart" and a children's novel "The mystery of the chicken in the pan" and two books for journalists: "The Interview" and "Journalism and Literature." Project director of Leisure is an organization that seeks to create social conditions for children to develop a taste for reading in Peru. He has been editor of the newspaper El Comercio, and founder and editor of the Journal details.
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First photo
Suddenly all turned their faces toward the right. An act of school that was geared.
But David was set at almost old couple who, between smiles and caresses, coming down the sidewalk discussing cordially. Apparently, almost old, with a stubborn but calm conviction, claimed something that did not support his wife.
The others were impressed with the Mazda RX7 which was parked twenty yards away, and now evaluating its aerodynamic lines and radial tires, but the car was completed the theme soon, out of focus when it came down dressed for the female kill all black and a miniskirt, which caught on the net that were your curves, just as the most elderly in the background, leaned over and hugged his body below the waist with his wife and lifted her, when the other (first term) noticed that someone was driving enviable, who saw only an impeccable blue suit and red tie. But David, as always, had been close up to another topic and had covered almost the entire picture of your attention with the picture of those two old men who were cuddling in the street. She realized that she, almost old, clung to the shoulders of her husband or her lover, who could know, "foundering, laughing nervously, fearing contrasuelazo, but relying on the last tender, while the flush climbed her cheeks and for a few seconds, her feet fluttering like butterflies, suspended in the air. Then, delicately, the guy made landing, looked into her eyes and saying something about his face and left a kiss on her lips she responded with the modesty of a teenager. Then they continued their journey, hugging, smiling, placid, as if they make love.
David said something about the curious endurance of love power of love, desire and cojudeces that one will occur to make the relationship more interesting.
His friends solved a crucial issue: is it or not, the Mazda, the best machine on the market?
No doubt the Mazda, said David returning to the fold.
Second photo But David was set at almost old couple who, between smiles and caresses, coming down the sidewalk discussing cordially. Apparently, almost old, with a stubborn but calm conviction, claimed something that did not support his wife.
The others were impressed with the Mazda RX7 which was parked twenty yards away, and now evaluating its aerodynamic lines and radial tires, but the car was completed the theme soon, out of focus when it came down dressed for the female kill all black and a miniskirt, which caught on the net that were your curves, just as the most elderly in the background, leaned over and hugged his body below the waist with his wife and lifted her, when the other (first term) noticed that someone was driving enviable, who saw only an impeccable blue suit and red tie. But David, as always, had been close up to another topic and had covered almost the entire picture of your attention with the picture of those two old men who were cuddling in the street. She realized that she, almost old, clung to the shoulders of her husband or her lover, who could know, "foundering, laughing nervously, fearing contrasuelazo, but relying on the last tender, while the flush climbed her cheeks and for a few seconds, her feet fluttering like butterflies, suspended in the air. Then, delicately, the guy made landing, looked into her eyes and saying something about his face and left a kiss on her lips she responded with the modesty of a teenager. Then they continued their journey, hugging, smiling, placid, as if they make love.
David said something about the curious endurance of love power of love, desire and cojudeces that one will occur to make the relationship more interesting.
His friends solved a crucial issue: is it or not, the Mazda, the best machine on the market?
No doubt the Mazda, said David returning to the fold.
A plastic cup goes hand in Hand chased by a bottle of "Peter": liquid orange and passion fruit combined pisco and a Mejoral pills, according to the myth maintains its force.
A police car crosses the corner, slowly, and it's like the Batman signal. Half of the boys inside the house which is next door.
Spend a minute and they are still there in the dark. Then, Vampire, the first, shows his crooked nose and ask "is gone? Marita
what follows, two steps, crouching and creeping.
David knows that he does is stupid. The thing is with her. Nobody has anything against her.
- Why are you still Marita, Vamp? Is this a rare case of solidarity for no reason? Asks David.
"Do not get stupid, Stone cutter, grumbles Vampire. David
checks, smiling. Not afraid, but you know the syllabus: a paquetero anyone, but say the crooked nose is a wound of war won in Lurigancho, from where it goes, everybody knows, and nothing to lose. Coco
appears next. Look around, rather pale. It has been a shock is evident.
"You're kidding again, Stone cutter," says Coco.
David smiles.
"You know, buddy, that nothing happens to you," says David. Third
photo
willing and able.
usually say much about it but life is a balance. Not that this is black and this is white. There's more: an infinity of shades in between, depending on how the sun shine. Marita
want to carry and to take her are aspects of the same phenomenon. Suffice talk about anything she does not understand. But that's appalled. Maybe invite her to explore intricacies of hilarity perched on grass. But smoke will probably attract more paste, smoking, smoking, smoking to anxiety, drug dumb, to drowsiness. Would it be enough to procure it, as anyone? Nothing to say, in fact, nothing to tell me, "Marita, I'll take five years, how can you have fifteen with that great body. Nothing in these arguments that urge the scruples, because then come the mid-tones, these three 1200 kilos of remorse sticky end always asexual, to me, being a Scorpio, preach promiscuity. Fourth photo
Boredom, old friend, arrived with astonishing slowness of a bus that is expected and comes as no one makes you think it is better to go home, because nothing justifies or delay or boredom and that there, the bus, fatal as boredom. Alejandro
Chato girls received kisses and hugs from the legs. David
slipped, left the group without greeting. No anger involved, a simple lack of encouragement for saturated hugs of hypocrisy, that's all.
The left sitting with another bottle of Pablito in the wall of the old that no longer bouncing lately, would he have died? Where to go
kicking cans? David walked
thinking about it.
hummed songs you do not know, did not mind, invented letters. She went down the Avenida San Felipe, rose, fell again, this time for the mall without a trail. Became moist suede boots with the freshness of the grass. After sitting on any small wall garden, he saw heads peered furtively, concerned, a pure blue windows super television radiation. Watched his suspicious presence believing that he could not see. But David saw them tortured and staying a little longer, occasionally staring directly at his face, thinking they could come back with a sawed-off shotgun or a sharp ax with which it would leave one end attached to the torso.
But after a few minutes he had the rope, leaving these places and once again undertook the beats. Finally, not interested in peace annoy those people who sought a quiet melted behind the walls in front of their televisions. Fifth photo
returned as picking his steps. Finally decided to stay in the house of Michael, who that night had organized a party. It was college. David thought that he wanted to meet a girl politicized, left or right, whatever, but to defend something. Coco
found standing in the doorway, leaning against the jamb. By far, his drunkenness was hardly noticeable. But there were no doubts about. This swing, this instability betrayed him: pisco, Mejoral or what the fuck you metieran to "Peter" had boiled their brains. In his right hand holding a glass of beer without foam, as if he had been there a long time. On the left holding a bottle.
- Coco! "He greeted David and I looked into the eyes that now looked like a pair of cracked glasses and traversed by streams of blood very liquid. A brief humidity on its chin, broke into glitter.
- Salud! Coco said, wiping his glass edge drooling, and handed it to David.
David inspected the environment. Except Michael, the host, and Coco seemed rather absence, did not recognize anyone and it seemed surprising. They
chairs leaning against the walls and chairs as well. Seated, a young woman fanning with the wrapper of an old long-playing "Slade live." He crossed his legs. David undressed her with his eyes, he imagined that he took off the skirt and licked her tanned thighs. This caused an erection.
Meanwhile, Coco had spoken. He said something about the old friendship that linked them and other nostalgia of childhood. Tenderness, a kind of desolation, which had caught the ass. David realized that he was bored.
- Vampiro said that you think the shit! "Said Coco. They do know what you are capable! Do you remember when we brought this piedrota from the beach?
- How we did it! No?
"Everything for the broke in two, asshole," said Coco.
- Yes, what a jerk I was!, Those stones from the beach do not work and I am not interested in sculpture. Although one day we should get another equally large stone to sculpt your head. David
turned his eyes to the party and found it very strange that there was nobody in the neighborhood. It was strange, because to the parties had the same attitude that flies to shit.
- Coco, hey, look, there's a chick in there that's got me sick! Here, "returned the bottle and glass," you come, OK? Why do not you go? Sixth photo
was a matter of approach and say if you were a little bit, just a little more beautiful, we would have a terrible void here in the party. She looked like a magician looks at him and said with a persistent smile did not understand anything. David then explained that Jesus died on the cross thirty-three, a few years after beginning his sermon, inches. The eclipses are seen in one place one every three hundred sixty years, and dating is always the smallest part of a relationship. She laughed and was like if you sprout yellow butterflies. Are you crazy? "She asked. No, "said David, I am the most sane existence on Earth. Then he added, until now, because I start to have second by second, that any release of sanity is unsettling me, and all for you, because I am mad with love only.
then danced, then drunk, always laughing and odd phrases. Danced embraced a ballad. They looked, smelled. A tremor in it, simulated patrañero. I'm shaking! "Said David. Do not be created ..., the nymph cut short the sentence because it was clear that David was shaking, he felt. Why do you tremble? he asked with a concerned mother. David said: do not believe me, right? Well, I believe, but true, I love you. He was later
thing walk her home and then kissing her gently, without haste, nothing to reach out and grab a breast, because the story is pink, because she is pink and it would be time later to change the color, as always, the story. But now was full of tenderness. Some tender girl golden thighs corresponded beautifully.
"One day you come in the morning, she said, I want to show a swallows' nest in my roof." "Yours?" Asked David. "No, no, she said, of the swallows." Seventh photo
The drizzle can even be romantic. But we must examine the context. There is the drizzle, caressing the body of Coco. Nothing strange there, because you too will caress you and wet your face, hair, clothes. The point is that you receive it vertically, while Coco does parallel to the horizon line. You ask and what makes a bitch lying in the middle of the street? Grumble because you know well what comes at you, you know well that, of course, you have to take. You sit next to him and bring his head towards you. What a jerk you are!, You say. Then you remember when he was fourteen years old and you twelve, and when you taught to smoke, and the first drunk with that sweet drink, Guinda de Huaura, smelly and degrading drink for teenagers who can not stand beer or pisco. You think if I had not done anything for you, at that time, now would be one more of the neighborhood kids, so despised by your arrogance. Do you are moved? But is it true that you are moved? Enough, too many questions. 'd Rewind the tape and he was fourteen. Remember his ruthless side, his relationship with the decrepit old patient who was her father. But was it really his father? This old man dragging a huge walking shoes mended seams, tall and old, with huge dark circles, disheveled hair, dirty clothes. In contrast, Coco's mother could not have been more than thirty-five. Is that old man had fathered? That woman was sleeping in the same bed as the old?
was possible but his father said, and yet, when the old saw Coco died all mourn, as if it was indeed his son, as if it had never been behind in the street, pull you hair , making fun of this thing that seemed to have no ability to react, as if he had been lobotomized.
And now, here, under the drizzle, jump in your neck a knot that is strangling your throat, and too much moisture in your eyes. Fuck that dirty jeans, and sit by your side! Many have spent with him and have left it there!
that it hurt. But I feel even more fuck the fucking feeling that experience is like that feeling when you see a cheesy movie. Who cares! We close the shirt to see no more the stomach is always scratching, an old tic that does not repress. That belly, now grown, that took the shadow of Don Quixote who had put him before the Infantry Marine. It was a big belly, it was like a lump in the neck, like a tree pregnant. A Don Quixote-Panza, of course, but now seemed no longer have anything to push him, now that the mills are Nicolini and Dulcineas not exist. Now that his mother had died after a blood clot in the brain was screaming and scandalize the neighborhood the last months of his life which were spent drunk and coming home in the car of anyone, because I knew-the doctor had said that one day the TV would apagársele forever. That night, Coco had left the barracks to be at the wake, and his companions in arms had made a guard of honor. But Coco is not returned to his patrol. He stayed in the neighborhood. And much much pisco bought pasta and smoked it all in her empty house.
Now You pull him up against the wall. Then you put your arms under your armpits and the force increases gradually. You get to put your shoulder against your stomach and let it folds like a sack of sand on the shoulder of a worker. Weigh the bastard. How many kilos will bring in a six-foot-five?
walk cursing every two steps. Decides that the corner will be your first stop. Rest there. Each step resounds in your brow like a tin drum beat. Threads of sweat down your head. Seep into your mouth at the corners of the lips, in the eyes by the corners and you burn. You get to the corner, you approach the wall and stop against it. Let it slide, slowly. Ends up sitting on the floor. All around, the air filling your lungs. Your pulse regain normal rhythm. Always returned to normal very quickly. You were a good distance runner in school. Suddenly, Coco long unintelligible sentences shrapnel. Open your eyes and see without looking. "I want to die," he says. Want to die? Is that what it says, "I want to die, I die," he muses sadly. Why the hell remember silly things in such circumstances, "the mourner, the mourner, a violin, in the other room ..." Coco is the substance that coagulates all right now your reality, it forces you to forget that old melodramatic song, and now you see I try to join, "I want to die," he repeated. Gets to stand awkwardly. Da one, two, three steps and go down. You hold in time to avoid contrasuelazo. Try to get away from you and try it again, are you having fun? Walks, four, five, six steps and goes against a mound of sand. Next door is a public telephone. Coco now holds the post, then get the cab and stand up. You look, you feel awkward, pathetic, ridiculous. Worse still when you begin to realize your head against the cabin, which fortunately is fiberglass. You must still hurt. You put a hand between his forehead and the cabin, and he realizes that is crashing into the palm of your hand. His outburst suicide takes a few seconds. In the final push will fall back and cross the sand and fall asleep again.
With much greater difficulty than at first it again to climb over your shoulder. Have advanced ten meters when you light a reflector falls squarely on the back. Illuminate your way and projected on a slender shadow of four or five meters. Do not you stop, you can not do, you know it, there is behind the police car and you can not stop, so hurry the pace, missing only fifty meters to reach home, Coco, only forty-five now. ..
- Hey you, stop!
"I stand, man, I stand," says your head. Do not you stop, you get to hear. Lack bit, Coco, no one will bother you in the house of your grandparents, you weigh Coco bitch, we're almost there.
- Alto, dammit! "Shouts back the police and grabs you by the collar, with violence. Almost
you fall. Restoring the balance. The anger has risen in your eyes, but know you should be tactful, do not leave you irritated and handle the situation as it does a truck driver at fault. Not by you, Coco. Think of a few meters and then you are missing lie.
- Ah, boss, were you, happily, I thought we wanted to attack!
- What happened to that? "Grumbled the police
Every second that passes you Coco weighs two kilos more. He went from
drink, head, took him home to sleep.
"Let's see, upload it to the patrol.
- Thanks, boss, do not worry, just live here!
- Upload to the patrol, asshole, or you think you're going to do a taxi!
Miras to police all the rage you had hidden. You walk into the wall and let it against her, carelessly. You can not avoid giving a thump. Fortunately, the wall looks of thatch, in the end.
- Would you take it? "I tell the police, smiling - There is, upload you!
- What? Asks another policeman approaching.
"Nothing here is a malcriadito. Eighth photo
Down the hall, David spotted a yard full of people. The police put him in the sheriff's office. Before he had entered two taxi drivers who, by what he heard, had collided.
- What about this? Asked a fat cop sitting behind a desk with chipped ends.
-A pendejito, my Commissioner.
"A live life more ... "Said the Commissioner at him with contempt, boring. The policeman told his version of things.
"You're a clown, a rebel you ... Said when he finished the police.
David smiled.
- What are you laughing at, asshole? Shouted the sheriff.
-The swelling of my face tickles me ...
- Shut up! Commissioner barked exasperated. He put a finger on his right ear and shook it vigorously.
- So do not you tell us the name of your friend? "Said the Commissioner.
I do not know your name. "I wore
loaded right?
"Yes ...
"And if you do not know why you did it?
"I was stealing it.
Commissioner stood up violently and struck the desk with the palms of the hands. One of the guards approached from behind and hit David in the kidneys. David was doubled in pain. She felt fear and anger. Commissioner growled he was taken. The junior took him by the armpits and obeyed.
"See if one night in this small hotel takes away some of their lunacy to funny.
"I know of another who is going to remove the lunacy when you send a Huancavelica to raise pigs. Do not know who you've gotten yelled David.
- This cooounchasuumadre! Muttered the Commissioner.
Police and David walked a corridor of about ten meters and turned left. They entered a dimly lit room that reeked of sweat and dirty feet.
- Did you have fun, not asshole? "Said the policeman who was beaten on the back and before he had made the bruise on the face with the butt of his revolver. So you stick. And surely you're going to cry like a little girl.
The policeman pulled out some keys, opened the lock, pulled out a door and pushed David into the interior. A sour stench struck his nostrils. Same Papillon, David thought. Suddenly, a laugh cachacienta known, broke the silence full of whispers sticky.
-Ja-rio-.El wanted someone without pi-ca-pe-ro-dre is here.
David's eyes became accustomed to the darkness only illuminated by light from the hallway and filtered through a window overlooking the courtyard where all the others the police had collected from the streets. He was relieved not to be alone in that fetid dungeon. One by one acknowledged to their neighborhood, a typical night raids. Vampire was there, forlorn. Would they have found something on it? "Another time I was way Lurigancho? Do you violate over and over again as they said it had already happened? Would humor to say I'm a man tried, because I lost and did not like?
- What happened to your face? Chato asked Alexander.
"It's nothing, Chato," David said. And thanks for the concern, come here, my Chato pé. I sucked in your drink, but did not tell you happy birthday. What that the're going? Someone
river, a stranger. Coco
snoring, next, on the ground. Someone had made a pillow with newspapers.
- Averaveraver! David said, nervously, with forced spirits. "We set a tone here is not it?
"Ohhh, do not be weighed, Stone cutter, you always have to be saying the same crap," said Vampi, sleepwalking, depression. El Chato laughed softly, bored, and went to sit back there, along with the rest. David did the same.
usually say much about it but life is a balance. Not that this is black and this is white. There's more: an infinity of shades in between, depending on how the sun shine. Marita
want to carry and to take her are aspects of the same phenomenon. Suffice talk about anything she does not understand. But that's appalled. Maybe invite her to explore intricacies of hilarity perched on grass. But smoke will probably attract more paste, smoking, smoking, smoking to anxiety, drug dumb, to drowsiness. Would it be enough to procure it, as anyone? Nothing to say, in fact, nothing to tell me, "Marita, I'll take five years, how can you have fifteen with that great body. Nothing in these arguments that urge the scruples, because then come the mid-tones, these three 1200 kilos of remorse sticky end always asexual, to me, being a Scorpio, preach promiscuity. Fourth photo
Boredom, old friend, arrived with astonishing slowness of a bus that is expected and comes as no one makes you think it is better to go home, because nothing justifies or delay or boredom and that there, the bus, fatal as boredom. Alejandro
Chato girls received kisses and hugs from the legs. David
slipped, left the group without greeting. No anger involved, a simple lack of encouragement for saturated hugs of hypocrisy, that's all.
The left sitting with another bottle of Pablito in the wall of the old that no longer bouncing lately, would he have died? Where to go
kicking cans? David walked
thinking about it.
hummed songs you do not know, did not mind, invented letters. She went down the Avenida San Felipe, rose, fell again, this time for the mall without a trail. Became moist suede boots with the freshness of the grass. After sitting on any small wall garden, he saw heads peered furtively, concerned, a pure blue windows super television radiation. Watched his suspicious presence believing that he could not see. But David saw them tortured and staying a little longer, occasionally staring directly at his face, thinking they could come back with a sawed-off shotgun or a sharp ax with which it would leave one end attached to the torso.
But after a few minutes he had the rope, leaving these places and once again undertook the beats. Finally, not interested in peace annoy those people who sought a quiet melted behind the walls in front of their televisions. Fifth photo
returned as picking his steps. Finally decided to stay in the house of Michael, who that night had organized a party. It was college. David thought that he wanted to meet a girl politicized, left or right, whatever, but to defend something. Coco
found standing in the doorway, leaning against the jamb. By far, his drunkenness was hardly noticeable. But there were no doubts about. This swing, this instability betrayed him: pisco, Mejoral or what the fuck you metieran to "Peter" had boiled their brains. In his right hand holding a glass of beer without foam, as if he had been there a long time. On the left holding a bottle.
- Coco! "He greeted David and I looked into the eyes that now looked like a pair of cracked glasses and traversed by streams of blood very liquid. A brief humidity on its chin, broke into glitter.
- Salud! Coco said, wiping his glass edge drooling, and handed it to David.
David inspected the environment. Except Michael, the host, and Coco seemed rather absence, did not recognize anyone and it seemed surprising. They
chairs leaning against the walls and chairs as well. Seated, a young woman fanning with the wrapper of an old long-playing "Slade live." He crossed his legs. David undressed her with his eyes, he imagined that he took off the skirt and licked her tanned thighs. This caused an erection.
Meanwhile, Coco had spoken. He said something about the old friendship that linked them and other nostalgia of childhood. Tenderness, a kind of desolation, which had caught the ass. David realized that he was bored.
- Vampiro said that you think the shit! "Said Coco. They do know what you are capable! Do you remember when we brought this piedrota from the beach?
- How we did it! No?
"Everything for the broke in two, asshole," said Coco.
- Yes, what a jerk I was!, Those stones from the beach do not work and I am not interested in sculpture. Although one day we should get another equally large stone to sculpt your head. David
turned his eyes to the party and found it very strange that there was nobody in the neighborhood. It was strange, because to the parties had the same attitude that flies to shit.
- Coco, hey, look, there's a chick in there that's got me sick! Here, "returned the bottle and glass," you come, OK? Why do not you go? Sixth photo
was a matter of approach and say if you were a little bit, just a little more beautiful, we would have a terrible void here in the party. She looked like a magician looks at him and said with a persistent smile did not understand anything. David then explained that Jesus died on the cross thirty-three, a few years after beginning his sermon, inches. The eclipses are seen in one place one every three hundred sixty years, and dating is always the smallest part of a relationship. She laughed and was like if you sprout yellow butterflies. Are you crazy? "She asked. No, "said David, I am the most sane existence on Earth. Then he added, until now, because I start to have second by second, that any release of sanity is unsettling me, and all for you, because I am mad with love only.
then danced, then drunk, always laughing and odd phrases. Danced embraced a ballad. They looked, smelled. A tremor in it, simulated patrañero. I'm shaking! "Said David. Do not be created ..., the nymph cut short the sentence because it was clear that David was shaking, he felt. Why do you tremble? he asked with a concerned mother. David said: do not believe me, right? Well, I believe, but true, I love you. He was later
thing walk her home and then kissing her gently, without haste, nothing to reach out and grab a breast, because the story is pink, because she is pink and it would be time later to change the color, as always, the story. But now was full of tenderness. Some tender girl golden thighs corresponded beautifully.
"One day you come in the morning, she said, I want to show a swallows' nest in my roof." "Yours?" Asked David. "No, no, she said, of the swallows." Seventh photo
The drizzle can even be romantic. But we must examine the context. There is the drizzle, caressing the body of Coco. Nothing strange there, because you too will caress you and wet your face, hair, clothes. The point is that you receive it vertically, while Coco does parallel to the horizon line. You ask and what makes a bitch lying in the middle of the street? Grumble because you know well what comes at you, you know well that, of course, you have to take. You sit next to him and bring his head towards you. What a jerk you are!, You say. Then you remember when he was fourteen years old and you twelve, and when you taught to smoke, and the first drunk with that sweet drink, Guinda de Huaura, smelly and degrading drink for teenagers who can not stand beer or pisco. You think if I had not done anything for you, at that time, now would be one more of the neighborhood kids, so despised by your arrogance. Do you are moved? But is it true that you are moved? Enough, too many questions. 'd Rewind the tape and he was fourteen. Remember his ruthless side, his relationship with the decrepit old patient who was her father. But was it really his father? This old man dragging a huge walking shoes mended seams, tall and old, with huge dark circles, disheveled hair, dirty clothes. In contrast, Coco's mother could not have been more than thirty-five. Is that old man had fathered? That woman was sleeping in the same bed as the old?
was possible but his father said, and yet, when the old saw Coco died all mourn, as if it was indeed his son, as if it had never been behind in the street, pull you hair , making fun of this thing that seemed to have no ability to react, as if he had been lobotomized.
And now, here, under the drizzle, jump in your neck a knot that is strangling your throat, and too much moisture in your eyes. Fuck that dirty jeans, and sit by your side! Many have spent with him and have left it there!
that it hurt. But I feel even more fuck the fucking feeling that experience is like that feeling when you see a cheesy movie. Who cares! We close the shirt to see no more the stomach is always scratching, an old tic that does not repress. That belly, now grown, that took the shadow of Don Quixote who had put him before the Infantry Marine. It was a big belly, it was like a lump in the neck, like a tree pregnant. A Don Quixote-Panza, of course, but now seemed no longer have anything to push him, now that the mills are Nicolini and Dulcineas not exist. Now that his mother had died after a blood clot in the brain was screaming and scandalize the neighborhood the last months of his life which were spent drunk and coming home in the car of anyone, because I knew-the doctor had said that one day the TV would apagársele forever. That night, Coco had left the barracks to be at the wake, and his companions in arms had made a guard of honor. But Coco is not returned to his patrol. He stayed in the neighborhood. And much much pisco bought pasta and smoked it all in her empty house.
Now You pull him up against the wall. Then you put your arms under your armpits and the force increases gradually. You get to put your shoulder against your stomach and let it folds like a sack of sand on the shoulder of a worker. Weigh the bastard. How many kilos will bring in a six-foot-five?
walk cursing every two steps. Decides that the corner will be your first stop. Rest there. Each step resounds in your brow like a tin drum beat. Threads of sweat down your head. Seep into your mouth at the corners of the lips, in the eyes by the corners and you burn. You get to the corner, you approach the wall and stop against it. Let it slide, slowly. Ends up sitting on the floor. All around, the air filling your lungs. Your pulse regain normal rhythm. Always returned to normal very quickly. You were a good distance runner in school. Suddenly, Coco long unintelligible sentences shrapnel. Open your eyes and see without looking. "I want to die," he says. Want to die? Is that what it says, "I want to die, I die," he muses sadly. Why the hell remember silly things in such circumstances, "the mourner, the mourner, a violin, in the other room ..." Coco is the substance that coagulates all right now your reality, it forces you to forget that old melodramatic song, and now you see I try to join, "I want to die," he repeated. Gets to stand awkwardly. Da one, two, three steps and go down. You hold in time to avoid contrasuelazo. Try to get away from you and try it again, are you having fun? Walks, four, five, six steps and goes against a mound of sand. Next door is a public telephone. Coco now holds the post, then get the cab and stand up. You look, you feel awkward, pathetic, ridiculous. Worse still when you begin to realize your head against the cabin, which fortunately is fiberglass. You must still hurt. You put a hand between his forehead and the cabin, and he realizes that is crashing into the palm of your hand. His outburst suicide takes a few seconds. In the final push will fall back and cross the sand and fall asleep again.
With much greater difficulty than at first it again to climb over your shoulder. Have advanced ten meters when you light a reflector falls squarely on the back. Illuminate your way and projected on a slender shadow of four or five meters. Do not you stop, you can not do, you know it, there is behind the police car and you can not stop, so hurry the pace, missing only fifty meters to reach home, Coco, only forty-five now. ..
- Hey you, stop!
"I stand, man, I stand," says your head. Do not you stop, you get to hear. Lack bit, Coco, no one will bother you in the house of your grandparents, you weigh Coco bitch, we're almost there.
- Alto, dammit! "Shouts back the police and grabs you by the collar, with violence. Almost
you fall. Restoring the balance. The anger has risen in your eyes, but know you should be tactful, do not leave you irritated and handle the situation as it does a truck driver at fault. Not by you, Coco. Think of a few meters and then you are missing lie.
- Ah, boss, were you, happily, I thought we wanted to attack!
- What happened to that? "Grumbled the police
Every second that passes you Coco weighs two kilos more. He went from
drink, head, took him home to sleep.
"Let's see, upload it to the patrol.
- Thanks, boss, do not worry, just live here!
- Upload to the patrol, asshole, or you think you're going to do a taxi!
Miras to police all the rage you had hidden. You walk into the wall and let it against her, carelessly. You can not avoid giving a thump. Fortunately, the wall looks of thatch, in the end.
- Would you take it? "I tell the police, smiling - There is, upload you!
- What? Asks another policeman approaching.
"Nothing here is a malcriadito. Eighth photo
Down the hall, David spotted a yard full of people. The police put him in the sheriff's office. Before he had entered two taxi drivers who, by what he heard, had collided.
- What about this? Asked a fat cop sitting behind a desk with chipped ends.
-A pendejito, my Commissioner.
"A live life more ... "Said the Commissioner at him with contempt, boring. The policeman told his version of things.
"You're a clown, a rebel you ... Said when he finished the police.
David smiled.
- What are you laughing at, asshole? Shouted the sheriff.
-The swelling of my face tickles me ...
- Shut up! Commissioner barked exasperated. He put a finger on his right ear and shook it vigorously.
- So do not you tell us the name of your friend? "Said the Commissioner.
I do not know your name. "I wore
loaded right?
"Yes ...
"And if you do not know why you did it?
"I was stealing it.
Commissioner stood up violently and struck the desk with the palms of the hands. One of the guards approached from behind and hit David in the kidneys. David was doubled in pain. She felt fear and anger. Commissioner growled he was taken. The junior took him by the armpits and obeyed.
"See if one night in this small hotel takes away some of their lunacy to funny.
"I know of another who is going to remove the lunacy when you send a Huancavelica to raise pigs. Do not know who you've gotten yelled David.
- This cooounchasuumadre! Muttered the Commissioner.
Police and David walked a corridor of about ten meters and turned left. They entered a dimly lit room that reeked of sweat and dirty feet.
- Did you have fun, not asshole? "Said the policeman who was beaten on the back and before he had made the bruise on the face with the butt of his revolver. So you stick. And surely you're going to cry like a little girl.
The policeman pulled out some keys, opened the lock, pulled out a door and pushed David into the interior. A sour stench struck his nostrils. Same Papillon, David thought. Suddenly, a laugh cachacienta known, broke the silence full of whispers sticky.
-Ja-rio-.El wanted someone without pi-ca-pe-ro-dre is here.
David's eyes became accustomed to the darkness only illuminated by light from the hallway and filtered through a window overlooking the courtyard where all the others the police had collected from the streets. He was relieved not to be alone in that fetid dungeon. One by one acknowledged to their neighborhood, a typical night raids. Vampire was there, forlorn. Would they have found something on it? "Another time I was way Lurigancho? Do you violate over and over again as they said it had already happened? Would humor to say I'm a man tried, because I lost and did not like?
- What happened to your face? Chato asked Alexander.
"It's nothing, Chato," David said. And thanks for the concern, come here, my Chato pé. I sucked in your drink, but did not tell you happy birthday. What that the're going? Someone
river, a stranger. Coco
snoring, next, on the ground. Someone had made a pillow with newspapers.
- Averaveraver! David said, nervously, with forced spirits. "We set a tone here is not it?
"Ohhh, do not be weighed, Stone cutter, you always have to be saying the same crap," said Vampi, sleepwalking, depression. El Chato laughed softly, bored, and went to sit back there, along with the rest. David did the same.
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