Leonardo Aguirre (Lima 1977) drew attention not only known for its reviews of the Agenciaperu.com page, but also a literary work that began with a very good start and has been confirmed in time. He is the author of books like Plumíferos Hunting Handbook (2005), The Muse transvestite (2008). In 2008 he published The Count of St. Germain.
26/09/1909 Back to the egg
My sweet Lord, isn't it a pity? Now we're going full speed ahead, Mr. Parker, full speed ahead, and have gone so far as the eyes can see, it seems that the long-haired Lady Wants to spoil the party with their funny papers. No way: any time at all, this can go to ... how to say it ... and all because of ... better not say ... of course, dark horse: why the Big Four. "The four who win the lady? So the Fab. "Fabulosos Cadillacs? Do not: she hears only because they are the only ones who can dance ... So right now, when I was imagining the words of a sermon That no one will hear ... that: for no one ... Maybe You Will not See Me ... right now I thought to open this blog with the history of coffee-bar-disco-cinema-bookstore-cabaret, out of the blue I called the long-haired and tells me his brown-eyed ... well ... the truth, it was to ... but equally, of course, you know how hard it CAN be. Especially since I have an open window with the virtual tour (that's an invitation for the sentimental journey ) and My Heart Went That boom When I crossed room. That is, I'm filling the crack. And after the crack, I guess just be a click ... In any case, in addition to the site designed by Black Peter (obvious: according to my suggestions), this little novel that will also ... When I wrote it? ... well, I Was just seventeen ... started but not finished ... the novel, I say, rather, is a recipe. The true recipe for Honey Pie. Wonsaponatime happens that I wanted to be a paperback writer. Aha: As you read (if read). And once I met the brown-eyed handsome man, I ended up changing the Word and Excel. To this day, as you see ... today, monday morning (turning back?), for the first time in a while I take the machine to type more than a funny paper and put my signature on something more than an invoice. So I do not know if they sont les mots qui vont très bien ensemble. Be clear: lack of custom. Out of shape. I think I lost the touch of the velvet hand ... Anyway, I'm so sorry, Uncle Albert, by the long and winding tirade. Aisumasen, Yoko, for my version of naked or cough without Spector. No way, then: and go as ... "Ten, twelve? ... no, I'm exaggerating ... just eight ... eight years have not written anything. Because it all started in November 2001, just days before George died of a stroke in the house once occupied by Sir Paul. It was a Monday ... not on a Tuesday ... a stupid bloody tuesday, when I sat across from the old computer and I realized with horror the empty pack (you know: never work without snuff). At that time did nothing but write. I thought that the money WAS Heaven Sent and swore that the novel blessed Could make a million for me overnight. Rounding: more missions to the Fab in Hamburg. And that, of course, justifies the first image of the triptych, seen above (you already finished loading?). The second, of course, corresponds to the top of the Rolling on the triumphal arrival in New York. And the third ... well ... if not recognized, I suggest they stop reading here. Let's say that my fine lines, Between recklessness and courage, not from me to you. Beware of darkness, little lambs. I Thought That You May like to know they have all the rest of the site to graze at ease (ie get back to the home page.) In fact, the site itself will be retained because this lady ... how to say ... review the hit counter ... Such a lovely audience ... amounts, numbers, numbers: the only language he understands Ms. Klein. Instead, this blog ... "I said ...? maybe my blog blow away. I do not know what to think the lady ... "This one fade to black? "My song will fill the air or air will be pure? A single post and that's the end, ah, little girl? Do not get ahead of ourselves: I'll find out tonight ... Returning to the stupid bloody tuesday, I remember that I turned off the PC and I climbed to my incomplete parts of the motorcycle to find butts scattered around the track between apple scruffs and empty bottles (is not that a shame?). Then I took a little road ... I do not know what ... Any road dotted with potholes ... Though the holes and small Were Rather, I had to juggle to catch the flight that Winston enterito, dry, free Trampling, I expected shimmering, glimmering in the corner of grand avenue. Obvious: I did not notice the lights That Had changed. Sweet Lord ... can not imagine the damn good whacking ... the BICLA against Tico ... an ad-wrapped taxi ... my face in the logo of a tabloid and windshield made a dark wine is open. The taxi driver's queer, Keeping perfectly still, even turned off the engine. But the passenger, thankfully, got away to see my broken wings. And then ... guess what ... Not to mention, I'd seen His face before. Except for the glasses, was just the same. So let me introduce to you the one and only Brandon Klein (we called Brandy by his fondness for drink tokens) which, of course, was speechless with the foolish grin. Aha, I had to break the ice. There's no time for fussing and fighting, my friend ... and nothing to get hung about because I just scraped elbows and all the blood came from there. The fact is that we got into newspaper and in ten minutes taxi came to a small, elegant feeder. The poster read Bungalow and the waitress greeted familiarly Klein. I, of course, I asked all I could: beef jerky, little piggies, cold turkey, single pigeon, milk and honey ... and thanks for the pepperoni. Told me later, is that the lucky man, perhaps the most gross of my room, just made the grade in New York (I think an MBA, not sure) and returned to ask the hand of the poor young country girl chasing him from little child. On the other hand, must accept a poorly paid chamba as an accountant in a bank (for supposedly while) even though he was tired of being a working class hero and although he began to collect tickets from the first day I landed in bad-ass city. Or rather looking for a cha-cha-cha-chance to invest. Do not: You were only waiting for the moment to be free ... free as a bird ... not you but your bird ... but not get ahead. Returning to the Bungalow, I told her I had studied four Literature courses at the university before being expelled by Trica. I also, of course, Once Had a girl, but Should I say no diamond ring. That was writing dirty stories for a magazine called culture more pink than three cats and cat gift itself threw me dog ... how to say ... already know: Leave My Kitten Alone. In addition, clutching forks to eat my bacon, I told him, without elaborating, that some novelita Took me years to write but did not know how to finish (by the way, I have the front pages of MY LIFE IN YELLOW in the annex this blog: will you take a look?). Of course, Henry the horse: breakfast resulted in pacifier and we list one by one, all the teachers and fellow cole ... Were not the teachers that cool and friends who Have Lost Their Way ... rounding: All Those Years Ago in two hours and four jars (to propose, "I said when I peak gives me to speak in English?). At some time, with livers and Memory Almost Full, the brown-eyed handsome man ordered the bill Bungalow. While waiting for the only waiter (waitress and owner ... owns a tremendous ... how to say ... a marshmallow foot), or reluctantly and only fixing a hole, he asked me what my book was . I think I put my brave face and coughed with exaggeration. Christ, you know It Is not Easy ... never needed to force me to eggman summarize 222 pages of unknown delight in a sentence of tiny bubble ... Anyway, got their butts Inner imported brand (did I say I can not talk about literature without a cigarette?) Because I thought no way to touch the red Winston me so much trouble finding (obvious: almost cost me my life.) I turned on the Inner Light, threw two puffs, I watched a few seconds the marshmallow foot, and only then remove slowly that I could answer MY LIFE IN AMARILLO, Brandy estimated, it becomes a nouvelle or maybe a nivola (and was paying, I did not or ball) that simulates a kind of mind game according to rules peculiar unconsciousness (again the foolish grin as he stroked his twenty carat golden ring) and the protagonist is a fan of the Fab Four and a regular at a cafe called Honey Pie where the entire letter is based on letters of the above. We were, and Behind That Locked Door, when the brown-eyed, as he says goodbye, asked where was the cafe to visit together the next week. No, Brandy, nothing is real. So, no time or space. You know the writers, from the wake up, everything is make up ... And in full rant useless literary theory, maybe I'm amazed: I took her arm, pulled me back and called back to the mistress and maid to order another pitcher. I had no choice but to describe Every little thing, painting the room in the colorful way, until another question I get drunk off his coup, if that coffee does not exist, why do not we exist? And so just like playing, Both of us thinking how good it CAN be, three months later we rented the first floor of a mansion Simply shady at 910 Convent Street (see a picture of that time if they click on All Things Must Pass, I took it and improved it Black). Looking For Changes from my book, remodeling began on the spot. And me, of course, did not cost me a dime. Speaking words of wisdom, Brandy liked to say that great ideas are worth more than money and that I was the creator, the brain, the author Honey Pie intellectual ... Not to mention: with such compliments, you know I Should Be glad, but the truth is that he preferred to win them ... MY LIFE IN YELLOW Either way (did I say?), I interrupted my nouvelle correction, nivola, novella, whatever you want, when I had to completely take care of business. That: completely. It happens that my partner could not leave his job at the bank, had no hope of deliverance, while poor young country girl ... how to say ... understand each other: I Would Never Be Free When She Was around. Not to mention that after marriage, it went honeymooning down by the Seine for a year, and it took another looking depa. And soon, how not have the children had to appear at her feet (the lady was already a walrus when they got married) and she was resigned to see how Brandy runs ... runs into the light of the dark black night ... rather, Into the dark sweet ladies. But do not get ahead of ourselves. Returning to the Convent street, say, at first, the customer was very fabric. The only one charged was the owner of the mansion and above, we increased the fee each month. It's Understood: working for peanuts. Sweet Lord, I myself had to deal with the case and waiting on tables for some time. So, it is clear that the walrus or peeked ... but again, not get ahead. Either way, two years and two children later, we HAD to support: it's getting better. The cafe was crowded, especially on weekends, and rented the second floor to open a pub. An English-style pub. The problem is that they began to arrive ... well, you can imagine ... too many people ... Rubber Soul bigger piggies ... elementary penguins who do not even know the chorus All you need is love. No way, that is what degenerated into a disco pub. And the herd could not stand anything other than silly love songs to twist and shout. Of course, dark horse: blasphemy. That was not in MY LIFE IN YELLOW ... So a year later, and meanwhile back to MVA, I proposed to divide the garden (ie the Octopus's Garden) and put in the background, that steel and glass bookcase shown on page 4 of my novel. They settled back all books, magazines, posters, vinyl, finally, I was collecting since I Learned to tie my bootlace. Naturally, this library became my office .... or Should I say: my little hideaway beneath the waves of joy that always burst into the ballroom dancing. And in the old office, which operated in the basement, sent up four pool tables with yellow cloth, and almost finished the whole neighborhood to participate in tournaments flash of Liverpool. Ie Liverpool or Snooker with curious amendments described on page 8 of MVA (just a look to test the online Liverpool Peter Black hung the last week). Anyway, back to 2003 ... Maybe 2004 ... finally decided to buy the mansion Simply shady Convent Street and end at once to the whims of the owner. I remember we did a barbecue on the roof to celebrate the funny paper. And I remember that was the last ... no, second to last ... penultimate time that the brown-eyed stepped on Honey Pie. In fact, it was the long-haired lady who began to visit with some regularity on the pretext of collecting on (supposedly her husband did not trust banks despite working in one). I think I Told you about the walrus and him ... Did I? The fact is that, by then, the marriage was a tug of war, on heart a string, pure weep ... for various reasons Gently keep silent ... and Brandy himself told me who was leaving home and having fun. And through it all, inexplicably, the lady had not the slightest intention of divorcing. "Living is easy with eyes closed? "Head in a cloud? "Driving rain? Very strange ... On the other hand, it was logical to assume that the constant breaks my partner would you ever have the bill ... but you know, not get ahead. So choba MVA in August 2004 ... Maybe later ... "October, November? ... I suggested buying the neighboring jeweler store to build the Double Fantasy. Be clear: a small auditorium twice a week serve as a film club for films and documentaries about the Fab, and Saturdays only would serve coffee-concert for bands garajeras they played covers of the above (hurry, and enrolled thirty groups in Silver Hammer). My partner, as always, supported the initiative. But the thought that such a walrus Spent money (actually, not so much) see no future, pay no rent, it could only be a handful of fans miserable. Rounding: I did not get a penny of marriage or Klein. Aha, I should pay for the Double Fantasy with my own pocket. However, around Christmas ... maybe summer ... Yes, summer 2005 ... Brandy started to complain of strange and persistent pain in the belly. And he complained to me. Not visit the Honey, but sometimes, of course, talking on the phone sunday to monday (business never, ever the walrus) and then recommended him to the doctor who treated my old lady for a similar issue. After several tests, analysis, and other resonances, we detected a tumor. She asked for leave on the bench for a few months and I, of course, I had to Carry That Weight. Ie, tripled the amount of your envelope. Just in those days ... obvious: it still hurts ... right in those days I played a down payment for a year VW. Silver and full computer ... wonderful ... if you never drove one, you don't Know What you're missing. And either way, well ... I missed it: the horn with silver beetle ... Anyway, back in the ICU, my partner and operated the boil seemed to vanish in the haze. However, the brown-eyed handsome man did not wait long to get back at it again. Already know. So heavy, she threw herself celebrating their deliverance four years until he was interned again in ICU. I think your third child was just born ... "Third or fourth? ... not sure ... to that Donna always saw pregnant ... In any case, remember that relapse coincided with the purchase of the market place in Jacaranda Street. That, at the back of the Convent. Of course, Henry the horse: the Double Fantasy was us Littlest thanks to my great idea to schedule ACROSS THE UNIVERSE when no film of this city dared show. On the other hand, about the same time decided to implement another genius MY LIFE IN YELLOW. Repairing the pool and turn it into a kind of cabaret. Make no mistake: only cabaret, no brothel. Liverpool left of the name to be called Flaming Pie. And best of all, finally got to advertise on television. In an adult channel promoted the sweetest little show satisfaction guaranteed with Lizzy, Michelle, Pam, Rita, Molly, Joan, Nancy, Loretta, Julia ... and, of course, with the long tall Sally caleidoscope eyes. But back to the brown-eyed ... how to say ... I think it was the sunken eyes. Sweet Lord, neither the shadow of the handsome man. Indeed, that was the last time I went down the street Convent. Arrived in a wheelchair, accompanied by his pretty nurse, and devote the opening of the Flaming for the Benefit of Mr. Klein. Since then, Brandy decided to drain the last few months in your home sweet home with a couple of kids and pretty tight nurse gave virtually poppies from a tray (the poppies and something else ... in the face of the lady. .. I Could not stand the pain but still I swore to your bird can sing). The fact is that there was until today. As I said, the call caught me in the Octopus's Garden, under the tangerine tree, in the middle of a roundabout. While watching the young men fighting the chaos of the backyard, I tried to write the first entry in this blog with the Mac on your lap. My table was full of glasses exhibiting traces of champagne, wine, sangria, rum ... and only one cup, curiously intact, contained the house specialty. A drink whose recipe I describe in MVA under the name of Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds Lucy is the cherry ice diamonds, and sky come to be a combination of spirits and syrups that Brandy could recognize safe if not for the secret component I baptized as Cloud Nine. So I raised my glass and tried a sip. Well, more than a sip. In fact, throughout the crown. And I remembered the taste of honey, tasting much sweeter Than wine ... but I know that What is sweet now, turns so sour ... At that time, the temporary secretary beckoned me from the office of steel and glass. I left the Mac and ran to my little hideaway to pick up the phone: the bird has flown, at five o'clock as the day Begins, and this evening the long-haired walrus take possession of my office with Mr. Clawdy Lawdy as provided by these fucking funny papers.
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