Juan José does not smile. I look into my eyes all the time and talk as freely as if thinking aloud. He says his answers are always the same, I say then that I will new questions. I laugh. Is unfazed. It seems as if the earth had swallowed her joy, but not satisfaction. He is currently the editor of the cultural magazine Urbania and author of books like Barrunto and rats in my house. He says he's proud of his achievements. He says he will respond with the truth. I believe him. Who are you I am the reincarnation of the bitterness of my mother. 30 years ago I went out of her uterus removed for indiscipline.
LITERATURE OF PERU
COMBI (Gálvez Grace / House of Asterion)
COMBI (Gálvez Grace / House of Asterion)
Juan José Sandoval Zapata (Lima, 76) has published a storybook Barrunto and rats in my house. Exercises journalism and university teaching. In 2009 he was invited to the Book Fair in Luxembourg.
THE PRESIDENT'S DAUGHTER
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that my brother is a dickhead. A so-jerk. You have no twelve years and as slimy as you note. Surely that will end badly, and seems a failure. The stupid read comics all day. My ma is the for throwing it away, but gets idiotón. Uncle Philip help in that. Another so-jerk, a professor had to be. Couple of idiots. Because of him is that the moron does not like going to the office of my dad, real work.
Once, my country asked me to take the bus to school. We got to the whereabouts and traffic was heavy as the micro was packed. Just got, I could not go any further, was packed. Sonsonazo then stood on the track. Never got the jerk. I had to yell "come down, down!", But there were so many people, and since I also was little-but-stupid driver did not listen and continued to advance. I panicked and went out the window. As I got the ticket that my country had given me the ticket and threw it to the street, shaking his hand goodbye huevonazo. Still, looking very sad, dumb shit. The ticket danced with the wind until he fell and went to pick mongolito. I left three blocks away and had to return because the stupid, besides the shock, he had asthma and salbutamol was home. At least, thanks to the unhappy, did not go to school that day. Weighed
But not me. What does my ma. I heard him say that last night while talking on the phone with Mamalicia. A taradito millet, he said. A taradito, a tremendous social taradito ... asshole. Something had to make that asshole at the party. I knew that was going to get nervous. And always put off the girls, I've been shaking with fear. And that yesterday was her first party alone. Had to do something wrong, Quasimodo.
Well done. Especially since I too fucked up my first party. I never was, because of him. My mother had gone to Europe and left us alone with my father, who was the same as being alone because they just did my ma, my pa also ordered to move.
The feast day, my dad did not come. In the office and nobody answered the idiot had always been terrified of the dark. It was a queer, I could never sleep with the lights out. I was scared, so far given.
came to pick me and said he was going to be alone. He began to mourn. I told him I was coming back at midnight, it came as asthma. I tried to justify my out saying that everyone had the right to grow. So I had to put cotton with alcohol in the nose because it started to collapse. The queen was dying.
In the car I was waiting for my spot. My first pitch was wearing a Hawaiian shirt phosphorescent, jeans and sneakers boots brought from gringolandia. I expected a rich girl at the party that never was because of mongolito. Half an hour passed and not down, the horn repeating the call: ta-ta-ta ta-ta-ta! And the poor man did not wake up with cotton soaked in alcohol. Or was sunk by the dying but there was no time to hesitate.
I went to the door and told them to leave, I could not go. Fucking fag, I cried and pretended to be asleep. He got a slap and I started dating blood. The worst thing is that not so aroused. It reminded me that my ma always said that the idiot was born sleeping. Never received a smack of honor, never cried. Just came out, thought he was stillborn, but beat like a balloon about to burst. The midwife said, "But look at that ball, what are we going to wake up, if you are sleeping peacefully." Slimy shit, shit. I lay down on his bed and went to bed hating my first party.
That's why I'm not affected by what happened last night at his party. It was well done, by fearful and dazed. I listened to my ma was saying he felt sorry for her son. It is just sad boy and already walking. What will the psychologist said. They fear that is queer. Poor the queer, now just need to be goat. That yes, my dad's house boot. I do not know.
Once, my country asked me to take the bus to school. We got to the whereabouts and traffic was heavy as the micro was packed. Just got, I could not go any further, was packed. Sonsonazo then stood on the track. Never got the jerk. I had to yell "come down, down!", But there were so many people, and since I also was little-but-stupid driver did not listen and continued to advance. I panicked and went out the window. As I got the ticket that my country had given me the ticket and threw it to the street, shaking his hand goodbye huevonazo. Still, looking very sad, dumb shit. The ticket danced with the wind until he fell and went to pick mongolito. I left three blocks away and had to return because the stupid, besides the shock, he had asthma and salbutamol was home. At least, thanks to the unhappy, did not go to school that day. Weighed
But not me. What does my ma. I heard him say that last night while talking on the phone with Mamalicia. A taradito millet, he said. A taradito, a tremendous social taradito ... asshole. Something had to make that asshole at the party. I knew that was going to get nervous. And always put off the girls, I've been shaking with fear. And that yesterday was her first party alone. Had to do something wrong, Quasimodo.
Well done. Especially since I too fucked up my first party. I never was, because of him. My mother had gone to Europe and left us alone with my father, who was the same as being alone because they just did my ma, my pa also ordered to move.
The feast day, my dad did not come. In the office and nobody answered the idiot had always been terrified of the dark. It was a queer, I could never sleep with the lights out. I was scared, so far given.
came to pick me and said he was going to be alone. He began to mourn. I told him I was coming back at midnight, it came as asthma. I tried to justify my out saying that everyone had the right to grow. So I had to put cotton with alcohol in the nose because it started to collapse. The queen was dying.
In the car I was waiting for my spot. My first pitch was wearing a Hawaiian shirt phosphorescent, jeans and sneakers boots brought from gringolandia. I expected a rich girl at the party that never was because of mongolito. Half an hour passed and not down, the horn repeating the call: ta-ta-ta ta-ta-ta! And the poor man did not wake up with cotton soaked in alcohol. Or was sunk by the dying but there was no time to hesitate.
I went to the door and told them to leave, I could not go. Fucking fag, I cried and pretended to be asleep. He got a slap and I started dating blood. The worst thing is that not so aroused. It reminded me that my ma always said that the idiot was born sleeping. Never received a smack of honor, never cried. Just came out, thought he was stillborn, but beat like a balloon about to burst. The midwife said, "But look at that ball, what are we going to wake up, if you are sleeping peacefully." Slimy shit, shit. I lay down on his bed and went to bed hating my first party.
That's why I'm not affected by what happened last night at his party. It was well done, by fearful and dazed. I listened to my ma was saying he felt sorry for her son. It is just sad boy and already walking. What will the psychologist said. They fear that is queer. Poor the queer, now just need to be goat. That yes, my dad's house boot. I do not know.
The Mamalicia had called because yesterday I could not sleep. There was a party of children, he said. She always rests on the weekends, does not rise to the corner, passed in robe and sandals and buy food by phone. If someone is going to visit, do not let it go. Even the unfortunate, who was at the party that would not let her sleep. But the noise was not what was bothering her. They were troopers that had arrived. She thought it was a murder because he had about thirty policemen. The mess Mamalicia was watching from his window, wrapped in the curtain. So went an hour until the phone rang and broke the tachycardia. It was the neighbor who had to go running to the house because my grandmother had been wrong with the ring. The neighbor was an old recontra gossipy, always liked snooping among families in the area. Of us knew that my parents cling to kick. Of Bocanegra, the abortionist doctor is. The watchman who was guarding the area, was imprisoned because they also guarded the home of "The Godfather" was when it exploded its clandestine laboratory was discovered that narco. He was accused of being the chemical.
The old, while helping my Mamalicia to recover, he was telling whoever was around was the daughter of the President of Peru. She had come with her official escort to the little party from which came the noise. But, for what he had called the neighbor was also seen arriving for the stupid. My ma had been in the car and that he had seen the old gossip. She wanted to know if both were known, if they went to the same school, or where was the party. The grandmother did not even know what it was called the school where I studied, and called home to ask my ma if she knew that the president's daughter had gone to the party. Mom said no. Then he began to tell how many cars that were around and the cops who spoke with whistles. Had trained dogs and sirens turned on. The Mamalicia kept asking questions but my ma she had to hang up because my pa had arrived drunk and had to undress for bed quickly.
The old, while helping my Mamalicia to recover, he was telling whoever was around was the daughter of the President of Peru. She had come with her official escort to the little party from which came the noise. But, for what he had called the neighbor was also seen arriving for the stupid. My ma had been in the car and that he had seen the old gossip. She wanted to know if both were known, if they went to the same school, or where was the party. The grandmother did not even know what it was called the school where I studied, and called home to ask my ma if she knew that the president's daughter had gone to the party. Mom said no. Then he began to tell how many cars that were around and the cops who spoke with whistles. Had trained dogs and sirens turned on. The Mamalicia kept asking questions but my ma she had to hang up because my pa had arrived drunk and had to undress for bed quickly.
As I had heard the whole conversation, I knew I had problems with idiotón. I did not sleep until midnight and when my mother lit the car, asked to accompany her. Left. And the patrol arrived and were not, no whistles or dogs. The park was a cemetery. The house was dark Mamalicia, that of neighboring well. I went for the mongo, left few people but that is usual in us. My pa always picks me up for the holidays comes an hour or two later. At first they wanted acollerar my friends in the car, but my pa came too late and too worried about their old. Recently, the father of the boy who had organized the party told me that if I wanted to take me to my house. There was no one in the room and everyone wanted to sleep. I told him no, wait. Then came my father, with the fair went on, honked the horn and yelled that I Ta turned the map!
When he left the stupid party hugged him and told the hearing:
"I fucked you. My mom already knows that the President's daughter came.
Going in the car, my ma started the interrogation:
- What's your name?
-Josefina .- Does your age?
"Yes .- Go to your school?
-No.
- Friend of who he is? Frida
-Meier. They're always together. How
-friendly.
I do not know, for ma.
- Child! My ma-reacted. Do you know your house?
"Well, yes, the Palace of Government invited a weekend.
"You're lying," he said. Quasimodo do not lie.
"No, Frida made her speak in front of the whole class on her weekend at the palace.
- And?
"Then said that there was a demonstration that went to the door to abuse. They looked wonderful from the balcony and took pictures with the Junín while using the outside could hear Liberty! Freedom! Freedom! Also said that was the first time I had seen a "rochabús."
- Is it pretty?
I do not know.
- Why?
- ... ...
-Juanito saw "No, ma. I was afraid and could not salute.
Self stopped at a red light and saw that my mother had begun to mourn. He lowered the volume on the radio and said
"Son, you can not be so shy.
the idiot got to mourn with my mom. Toilet paper pulled the glove and the two began beating the snot. Then the dumb told what had happened:
When it came to the party, there was a group of children talking in the hall, where she was the daughter of the President. But some guys went screaming freedom! Freedom! Freedom!, A speech that appeared on television with his fist raised. Josephine tried to ignore but the screams were becoming more numerous. The fool took a little longer, spotting the girl most watched of the party, who was accompanied by the best boys of the room. It was coming toward her. I wanted to kiss. I told him, but I know both Quasimodo ...
-Josefina .- Does your age?
"Yes .- Go to your school?
-No.
- Friend of who he is? Frida
-Meier. They're always together. How
-friendly.
I do not know, for ma.
- Child! My ma-reacted. Do you know your house?
"Well, yes, the Palace of Government invited a weekend.
"You're lying," he said. Quasimodo do not lie.
"No, Frida made her speak in front of the whole class on her weekend at the palace.
- And?
"Then said that there was a demonstration that went to the door to abuse. They looked wonderful from the balcony and took pictures with the Junín while using the outside could hear Liberty! Freedom! Freedom! Also said that was the first time I had seen a "rochabús."
- Is it pretty?
I do not know.
- Why?
- ... ...
-Juanito saw "No, ma. I was afraid and could not salute.
Self stopped at a red light and saw that my mother had begun to mourn. He lowered the volume on the radio and said
"Son, you can not be so shy.
the idiot got to mourn with my mom. Toilet paper pulled the glove and the two began beating the snot. Then the dumb told what had happened:
When it came to the party, there was a group of children talking in the hall, where she was the daughter of the President. But some guys went screaming freedom! Freedom! Freedom!, A speech that appeared on television with his fist raised. Josephine tried to ignore but the screams were becoming more numerous. The fool took a little longer, spotting the girl most watched of the party, who was accompanied by the best boys of the room. It was coming toward her. I wanted to kiss. I told him, but I know both Quasimodo ...
Iba accomplish its mission but he crossed one of the protesters, who said:
-Plomito, or cry with us, or you're a bastard.
And the queer it was to harangue with other Liberta! Freedom! Liberta! Freedom!
A stupid my mom showed her harangue, with fists raised, it came into the police car again. We got home. My dad made a bundle slept. The idiot went straight to bed. Me too, but I was aware of what my mom did, still crying. The phone rang again, was the Mamalicia. They talked a while longer, he said that instead of giving a nice kiss, as people well, I started screaming for freedom! Freedom! Freedom! on his face. All because the writer porn that makes the propaganda on television. If it had been presented as someone decent, who knows, a good job until he could get. Poor
the mongolito while sleeping I know that was also crying for not complying with a kiss President's daughter. The setting always regret what you do. I had gone to the daughter and her cat devoured a lenguaso, as not to forget me. Cuasimodito poor.
-Now just need to put me rebel millet as the writer of "Freedom"
-Mamalicia told, worried. Just now, to start dressing in black like the artists. Now just need to put an intellectual and Felipe. Now you just need to start to like the music and poetry, ideology and marches, just need to want to be a college professor ... I hope I come out terrorist ... that is the surest way to be queer.
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