Dune and The Adventures of Luna and Canica Since Graduation jokes
In the old toy box, there is a glass marble, a bouquet of colors inside, there are also a small ludo given, missed a day and someone threw it into the drawer. That's how they met and Marble Given. They became close friends as the days passed, waiting that someone remembered them.
One morning were cleaning the room Dani ... thrown away everything that the child no longer used, so that Given and Marble is found in the garbage. When they realized where they were, they embraced, trembling with fear ... No one would play with them anymore, they had outlived their usefulness. They looked with sadness and began to mourn.
At night they threw the garbage bag to the container in the street after the truck came and dumped all the bags in your deposit back ... As Marbles and were scared, they noticed that moved from side to side and did not understand what was happening. The garbage truck arrived at the landfill and dumped its entire load in a mountain of human waste.
bag in which were enclosed broke and went free. Marble began to go downhill in a hurry ...
- Marble wait for me I'm square and I can not shoot! - As his friend shouted Canica.
- Free, Because we are free! - Marble screamed in disbelief that they just happened.
Since nobody needed them and were free, and Marble Given thought to a trip around the world. The first thing they did was approaching the city, they needed to swim because it smelled like garbage! They got into a small fountain and swam, dived, was splashed what seemed to be free bonito!
- Where do you want us to travel first? - Marble asked enthusiastically.
"I go to toyland abandoned, there will not be alone and be happy," said Given
- The country of what? This site does not exist. Would not you like to see the world? - Marble said his friend, who always was a bit naive.
- SIIIII! That's what I know ... the great mountains covered with snow, and we'll pull sled downhill. Sail boat to the islands and discover treasures ... save princesses in distress and a thousand more! - Since answered very happy with all those adventures that were waiting.
started their way to the big mountains. They crossed a big river and reached a small village of only fifty people. A Marble Done and it seemed like a magical place to spend the night. They began to look at the sky and became a falling star ...
- Alex Mira, really! Now maybe my wish is fulfilled, "Elisa said his brother with a big smile.
- And what is your wish? - Asked Alex, but I knew the answer.
-I ordered a toy for everyone you know! - Elisa said very glad to have seen the star. Done and Marble heard all the talk of children and were very surprised. It seemed very strange that these children had no toys. Decided to stay a couple of days in the village, wanted to know why some children do not have to play with ...
- Why do not we stay with these children Marbles? Could be your toy would be useful again!
"First we will investigate a bit Because, as we threw them away once remember?
They both felt like staying there, but first a little gossip in the village ... In a small hut saw an old woman who was saying something to his son.
- How longer be under the spell of the witch mad? Only two children in the village, and they feel very alone, and last but not least because they can not have toys witch has banned manufacture. Even the Wise Men, Santa Claus or the Tooth Fairy can find this site ... these children have very bad luck.
witch-mother said only one thing could break the spell ... his exact words were "I curse this village on the absolute solitude, any person, animal or magical can come here ... and you can not leave you until you get it I did not say "what will be what the witch said? Done and Marble
were impressed to hear the story ...
"Poor children," said Marble Distressed
-If ... We could rejoice a little life do not you think? As added thoughtfully
The next morning the children got up to go home Mr. Ramon, who was his teacher. Elisa hit something square, bent down and what a great surprise given and a marble! They were right there at your feet. She was the die and the marble Alex ... they took home from the teacher and the taught.
- But how can that be? How did they get here? "- Said the Professor quite intrigued by the finding.
"They were on the ground Mr. Ramon, I promise that I only asked for a wish upon a falling star ... The witch can not shake this toy, it has not brought anyone and is not an animal or a person, and it is not magic. - Elisa said innocently without knowing what had just the solution of the spell.
- Sure! What the witch did not say it is an object or thing ... just an object can enter! These toys have been alone and Marble
As reported all that happened up to that point ... understood that by visiting the village, had saved the inhabitants of the spell They were so happy at that moment!
decided to stay forever Elisa and Alex, I would have liked to see the world, but they were toys and now you want them ... play with them every day.
The village was no longer haunted and the Magi, Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy and could come ... There were more people and more children with them, but Elisa and Alex never left alone in a corner and Given Marbles.
Orange Orange ... this story is over Will you like it?
Flocks was not any good. Called Mr. Mole to come and see, maybe I could help with some syrup I used to make.
"Of the symptoms seem to have a cold .... in these cases it is best to stay in bed. Mr. Mole gave a syrup for fever and advised him not to go out.
That was a big setback for Flocks. I had to parade disguised as Red Queen graduation party of her friend the skunk jokes.
squirrel became such a bad temper that stiffened his tail and began grumbling Damn flu! And right now I have a commitment but is it that I always have to touch me? - Was shot a while protesting so high that everyone could hear it from the outside
Panda was listening, went to see her for a moment.
- But what's wrong? We hear your cries from the street ... you're a curmudgeon - the bear said Pelusi.
- I have flu! And tomorrow is the parade. This can not be! - Protested the squirrel. Go
temper the squirrel! When something does not go as she hopes to start non-stop growling. -Snarling not useless you Pelusi - Panda said - If you are sick it is best to stay in bed, tried to convince her, but without much hope of succeeding.
- No way! ... No I can stay in bed. No way I can miss my friend - Flocks
not stop growling into bed. He sat and growled and turned to lie. I hurt all over, and knew that however much she wanted could not march in the graduation party. - "Poor jokes .... run out of his queen in the parade, which took him to the suit and now nobody will look" - he thought helplessly.
A Panda is an idea.
"If I want I can parade of Red Queen - said the bear believed to have found the solution.
her friend's laughter could be heard a kilometer away.
- You? but if you're a guy Can you imagine a bear dress homecoming queen?? No, no and a thousand times no! Everyone will laugh at you ..... Besides get you where you think the dress? Great as you would have to take in one ear! -. The squirrel kept saying things began to mourn inconsolably Ayyyyyy! Ayyyyyy! With the illusion that makes him wear that outfit! What a mess ...
"Calm down, and I am concerned I look for a solution. How long before the parade? "The poor bear does not know how to reassure her.
- Tomorrow! No time to find a solution ..... will be a disaster. And again to lie in bed because the fever was beginning to turn up.
- Vamos! No big deal. What happens is that you are wrong and why everything seems so serious ... "Panda spent some time with her, trying to distract her to get calm. He gave the syrup for fever and waited until he fell asleep Pelusi.
house was a skunk jokes and told him everything.
Poor skunk was so excited about the parade that listening to Panda, began to stroll from one place to another without stopping.
"I've been working on the Red Queen costume three months .... The parade will win the honor of dressing Siamese Cat Lady. That is the dream of every designer fashion .... If you can not march Flocks no one else will. The suit is made to order, and she is the only one who can wear it. Ooohh I have bad luck ray! - And jokes ever faster paced around the house. Panda
was cross-eyed looking at her and shouted: - For now! You're dizzy with your walks. I have an idea. Flocks Tomorrow be ready for the parade, I'll take care of it. And with the same jokes he left home at full speed.
Flocks While sleeping, jokes swam to the head if anything happened to him.
What if the rabbit asks Amanda to replace the squirrel?
that would not a bad gesture to his friend ... Flocks always help when needed. It is already decided, if not parade her friend, no one else will ...
Panda went into the forest, had to reach the hill of wishes before sundown. It took a couple of hours in coming, but worth the effort, it was still daylight and could be accommodated in the right place to wait for the night. He lay on his back staring at the sky, eagerly waiting for the night ... I needed to pass a comet.
His mother told him once that if you see a Comet pass and make a wish before it fades marks. And he got his when asked to be his friend Flocks It was so much fun with it!
Once dressed as ghosts, scaring Kimono wanted to give a lesson for their little jokes ... night left the two together, and kimono given jajajajaa scared to death. Was painted with fluorescent colors and looked like a real ghost. And it is unique Kimono jokes.
Mr. Mole returned to see how the squirrel was the flu. We found that the poor in bed soaked with sweat, the fever again and turn up the annoyance of the parade was becoming worse.
In the esplanade of the forest and were setting up the catwalk ... The next day at noon began the prom. And there was no time to lose
was leaving a beautiful scenery ...
The rabbit Amanda came home from Panda Flocks to ask, but there was nobody inside.
The night began to fall in the forest. Panda was at the top of the mountain waiting to see the comet that would fulfill his desire. It was almost asleep ...
Finally a comet across the sky! Panda closed his eyes and wished with all his might ... - To cure Flocks .... To heal you tonight ... please, please, favoooooorrr -.
Now you could go home assured that Pelusi be cured the same night. Amanda visited
to Flocks, like a squirrel Crushers, "poor thing, you must be having an awful time," thought Amanda. Chatted a while with her and then went home. Poor squirrel
dawned with a bad cough and could not stop blowing your nose .... And could not go anywhere. Wisecrack was passed to her. Flocks
"Hello, what's wrong with your nose? The red and thick you like a clown. Are you feeling better? - Asked the skunk a bit embarrassed.
jokes "I'm sorry .... That I was unfortunate to get sick. I should be more careful when playing in the river ... the water was too cold. I am a squirrel silly!
- not anyone's fault, other times I've helped a lot. If no parade this year and will be the next. Will prepare a stunning dress and be the prom queen! - Both laughed
Panda At that moment came in the door very happy.
"Last night I asked a desire to do these cured Pelusi?
- Panda Well no I'm not cured - poor Pelusi said between sobs - not fair.
- I think it's best to go to the parade ... at least see who wins the prize. I promise I'll tell you everything! -Jokes kissed her friend sick and left. Panda
stayed with her friend at home comfort. He told stories that had lived together, laughed remembering the times that Panda had fallen down the slope of the garden.
-Ja j aja I'm a bit clumsy! Instead you are so funny ... moving All guests were occupying their sites to view the event .... There was great excitement in knowing Siamese Cat Lady.
Forest animals, marching with great elegance, costume designers who graduated, expecting Siamese Cat Lady is decided by one of them.
Mr. Mole suddenly noticed his absence .... - Does anyone know where Doña Siamese? - Asked those who receive the guest of honor.
-Pu pu ... well ... I have not .... We vissss .... vissss ... .. seen - said the rabbit Stuttering.
The Siamese Cat did not show up anywhere ... I had finished
graduation. Afternoon
Flocks began to find much better and went to see the fun. Wisecrack when he saw her she was glad, and Panda asked him to put the red dress was so keen to see it! Flocks
When the dance was presented with his Red Queen dress, all were watching and admiring the little squirrel. In
Doña then came Siamese Cat, who had lost their way and was very moody. The rabbit stuttered
greeted her with his best greetings and offered a comfortable seat, trying to calm her. Mr. Mole thought they could march back all the costumes and the winner would receive the award. Said and done. Flocks wore his dress on the runway and felt like a real queen. Wisecrack was so excited, in addition to the pride he felt at seeing his masterpiece shine so brightly. He did not win the contest, but was very happy to have fulfilled his dream. Flocks thought took photos that hang in your boudoir. Doña
Siamese cat fell in love with that red dress and ordered one for her at the skunk, who was jumping for joy. Panda
looked to heaven and thanked his kite to fulfill the desire ... I knew I would not fail him!
-Today was the worst day of my life, and at the same time has been the best day of my life "that sound weird? - Flocks asked his friends.
'I happened exactly like you - very relaxed jokes answered.
"It's very interesting right? A day can start very bad, but if we propose it, we can make ends well, "said Panda a little shy. That night rose All the hill of wishes to thank you for everything. They found the doe Amanda, who was lying there.
- What are you doing Amanda? - Asked Panda
"Last night I asked the Siamese Cat is delayed for Flocks had time to recover. Today I come to give thanks.
Everyone grabbed the hand lying on their backs to thank nature and the stars, all good things had happened.
And we can make things change for the better! What you do you think?
Orange Orange .... The story is over Will you like it?
holiday is just for Irene and all those old enough to go to school. She loves her school because there are your friends, and you can see them every day.
much will have missed! It has many things to talk about summer ... all that sure she misses something.
And guess what? Want to Miss a lot is so beautiful! And it's so good! And so loving! Irene
very excited preparing the portfolio with her mother, has prepared a card to give to Miss Elvira can not wait have to give a hug!
- You are very happy to see your friends again? Mom asks, smiling at her daughter.
-yeahhhh, and Miss Elvira this year Why is she not? "Irene answered with enthusiasm.
-clear sky, this year you have the same
Miss ... At last the day. Irene
rises as hard as ever, is very nervous. In his head crowd Will it be difficult questions this course? Will I be able to learn everything? Will all my friends? Will they notice my lovely haircut?
When the door cole go to all the moms bringing their friends, the nerves are even more ... She kisses her mother rushed to runs into the row.
all kiss and begin to run the summer adventures ...
- I have ridden in an airplane! The houses were smaller and smaller, until there were no .... And the clouds an amazing thing! I want to be an airplane pilot! "Sergio has hastily.
"I got on the ship ... stop in all the cities that are on the beach people were rare in some places! And ate aaaggggg disgusting things! Malena told
-Irene is very happy be, again, with her best friend Erika, who told him he had been in Asturias enjoying it. Irene said she went to the beach twice, also to the mountains for a weekend I do not know how many sites ...
Children talked and talked, everyone wanted to tell her things.
"Come to class charlatans," said Miss Irene
were amazed That is not Miss Elvira!
Once in class, Miss occurs.
"Hi, my name is Margaret, I'll be your teacher this year.
"But why do not you come Elvira? My mother told me that this year we plays with her .- Irene question quite disappointed ...
This teacher does not like anything, has the face of a witch, her voice is ugly and unpleasant sounds.
"Miss Elvira has had to move from school ... for personal items.
Irene out of school a bit serious, does not imagine the entire course with the new teacher how disgusting!
has no idea of \u200b\u200bthe surprise that awaits you Marga! Neither you, you're reading the story, I think!
At home still does not have anything, his mother, who is eager to know how she has been asked on Irene,
- Can you know what you? You have not released a single word since you left the school, so happy you were, something had to happen ...
"I have no Miss Elvira And I do not like new! It's ugly and looks like a witch I hate!
"It's not anything good to say that, do not know how you know you do not like? "Mom says you do not understand why they changed his lady. Irene next day back to school with the hope that is Elvira. When you reach the back row to run into reality, Marga is there again.
in class is a little distracted recalling his days on the beach ...
- Is something wrong with Miss Irene? Seems I'm on the other hand, very kindly asked Miss Marga.
"No ... nothing," answered Irene reluctantly.
recreational siren sounds ... Once in the yard, meet with friends to play.
- I do not like the new breast! -
Erika says "Me neither," answered Irene
"It's a bit odd-a-I do not like finishing Malena says eat your apple.
Once in class, Miss Margaret goes to all of them ...
"Well .... I've noticed that something happens to me, I want to be sincere and you may tell me "explains Ms.
All you have Miss Elvira liked a lot, was very happy and fun, they also looked very pretty. Learning with her was very nice ...
"Well, well ... I see that you do not like anything I can" know why? Do not even know how I am. For what you describe you look serious, boring, ugly, old and do not know what else ... in short I do not like anything!
took from his bag a large curtain, which he placed in front of the classroom door was vovió to look at his students and told them to drive through ...
What's happening? On the other side of the curtain, were found in the midst of a great library, endless hallways filled with adventure stories.
"You're in the library Magic Wishes at your disposal, each book contains a world of adventure, which will be realized with just open," said Margaret.
- Really? - Sergio asked not believing what is happening. Marga
them about a book about the multiplication table of two, opened it and all the numbers flying out of the book, along with a very peculiar landscape ...
Irene looks around and is in a place full of cubes with the sign - x, others have the + others - ... and then there are the numbers seem to be doing something quite fun.
"You are in the world of mathematics, are going to learn to play with the numbers in person do you like fun? - Says the lady, very funny, looking at the faces of disbelief from their students.
"I am the multiplication sign ... multiply, multiply, multiply ... - x
says," I am the 2, if x is put to me, I multiply and grow .... jajajaja grow ... grow tumbling says one of the numbers 2, because there are many ...
class children are impressed, they have never experienced the real magic. Marga closed the book and all the numbers and signs disappear, turning to find the library.
Irene is a book of natural science ... He opens and fly hundreds of butterflies, ladybugs dancing, a cloud raining ...
"Hi I am a snowflake Do you like my form? I look like a star right? No snowflake is like another "you know? Everyone has a different and unique ...
- Did you know that water life begin? That's why I'm so important on earth, "said a drop of water
Sergio closes the book, curious to open a classic tales dealing with ... it open and hundreds of fairy tale characters come out!
- The bear! You are the wolf of the three pigs ... How are you so stupid to blow in a brick house? Do not you know they are very durable? - Sergio says enthusiastically.
- I have no fault! Just do what the writer wants to do, or nobody has told you that I did not write the story? - Replied the wolf with a bad temper.
Irene and Erika have been playing with Little Red Riding Hood to "you take her," Malena and Elijah have been brought into the house of the three bears with "Goldilocks"
"Come boys, we close the book to return to class, asked the seño Marga.
All protest, want to continue to open books and discover new worlds ...
I promise that every Monday we visit the magical library, you will learn a lot here, and I looking for fun a lot.
returned to class and Miss Margaret took the curtain, put it in her purse and asked again ...
"Well tell me" you think you are going to want to learn with me or not?
"Forgive me Miss Marga ... now that I look good, you are beautiful, well do not mind being young or old you are a super lady! I've been a fool! - Irene says sorry
All class children apologize to Margaret for being so negative with her.
Irene returns home, telling his mother, all the adventures at school.
-Haha what imagination you have a magical library! Hahaha. I am glad that at last you like your new teacher-mom answered, laughing. Not believing it was true what she told Irene.
She did not mind too much if you believe or not ... But every Monday live a wonderful adventure in the magical library.
be so lucky as Miss Marga!
have to accept the news, because you never know what new surprises may bring.
And orange orange ... this story is over Will you like it?
Panda, Mr. Mole and Kimono are playing to throw stones into the river, to see who goes further, almost always wins Kimono, among other things, because your arms are longer than their friends . Mr. Mole do not see very well and that prevents you from point very far, that has not won even once. "If I had a more powerful lens I am sure you would win once in a while ... I'm sick of being a Blinkin! - Topo seemed a little angry to say this. - Tatachaaaaaaaan Chan! all turned their heads and found Pusi queue. The had all stuck full of pieces of paper in various colors. -Pusi \u200b\u200byour tail like a piñata jajaja Kimono laughed jokingly. - You're a fool! It is not right laughing at others is it you do not like my tail? That's because you are not in fashion! Are moles in the city have long-concluded very proud of her appearance. -Pusi \u200b\u200bDo not be angry, but Kimono is right, you look like a piñata. Besides the roles they'll be taking off from the tail, "said Panda careful not to upset the squirrel, because he will spend genius! "Today I received a letter from my cousin, who lives in the city, and he said that it is fashionable among the squirrels have spots on the tail. Coming this week to visit and I want to be the last to receive, "said Pusi pretending to be interesting. Panda, Kimono and Mr. Mole looked, their faces were thinking about the three that has befallen us! With so stubborn he is, sure I expect a lot of headaches! "Well do you like it or not - Pusi asked again. course we like! Replied the poor, not daring to contradict him. When something gets into your head no one will make you change your mind! "I have to teach my new picture jokes, she understands much of fashion is sure to love it - and he went through the Orchard Slope jumping and singing. -Uff anyone takes the opposite! Do we continue with our game? - Asked Mr. Mole jokes was not home and was looking forward Pusi look in the mirror again, so he returned to his tree to continue to admire your moles ... - Noooooooo! Ayyyyyyy! Ayyyyyyy! - No one is more outrageous than Pusi tears, her screams were heard in all corners of the forest ... even river. Topo Lord stood listening, the others followed suit. A disconsolate moan reached his ears "ayyyyyyy" ayyyyy " -lint seems that something happens," said Mr. Mole, "we better get closer to home," he concluded. Pusi was looking tail in the mirror without stopping to mourn. "If you keep crying and going to flood the forest," joked Kimono "I have a very serious problem I'm the moon! Do not you see? This is no time to joke ayyyyyy! - Pusi cried uncontrollably every time she looked in the mirror. -A I do not think anything serious will not have moles on your tail, you have always been well and do not seem wrong, tried to cheer her Panda. "I have an idea how about if you painted the moon? - Said Mr. Mole, who always had a solution to any problem. All agreed that the idea was great. They set to work without wasting a single second. Panda brought some brushes I had stored in his treasure chest. Mr. Mole brought color dye bought at the craft store. Kimono has a talent for painting, took all the materials and was commissioned to paint Pusi queue. took about an hour to complete his work of art ... - Pusi Ready! They have been great, "said Kimono very satisfied with the result. squirrel When she looked in the mirror, her face lit up. "I have a queue beautiful beautiful, beautiful! - Pusi said smiling. As a thank prepared the best biscuits and invited them to lunch. They all sat around a table-cloth which he placed on the floor ... How well prepared Pusi biscuits! Licks to the toes. Mr Topo thought that a dip in the creek not too bad ... could use Pusi jumping out to the river-The winner will get wet first jajaja-jumped into the water and started splashing Panda Kimono and "You just ... to declare war, "said Panda water laughing and splashing everyone. - all against the queen of nuts! A by ellaaaa! - Kimono shouted ready to win the water battle. spent the rest of the afternoon playing in the water. When his stomach began to protest went home to dinner, Mr. Mole was when he realized that the lunar Pusi were not! Panda decided to tell the disgust knowing that her friend would feel. "Oh noooo! My moles are gone, the water has cleared ayyyy! Ayyyy! - Began to mourn again Pusi. "We must do something," said Mr. Mole covering her ears. "Maybe we could hit a few pieces of clay-added Panda - And what do you think is the paste? The plasti weigh much, you fall back, "said Kimono trying to think of a new idea. were a good time thinking about possible solutions, but it was too late and fatigue did not let them think clearly. Panda Kimono and left promising to return in the morning. The Mr. Mole sat for a while longer ... I have an idea tomorrow you will have your moles ... I promise! - Topo said before going to sleep. Pusi lay with the hope that morning would solve your problem. Morning Mr. Mole Pitusa came to see the most popular among the forest beetles. They talked about what happened to the squirrel. "In the woods there are many ladybugs ... I have an idea! - Very thoughtful Pitusa said ..." I think we can help Pusi "he concluded. Mr. Mole presented Pusi house accompanied by a large number of ladybugs. Pelusi "Look, here are your moles ... and these are not removed with water, "said Mr. Mole very happy with the new idea. Ladybugs got on the tail of the squirrel in circles like a polka. - What genius! - Said Pusi - "My cousin is going to be shocked to see me," thought the squirrel radiant with her new look. - I am very happy! Thank you Mr. Mole, "said Pusi between jumps and laughs. -Uf `goodness! Now we can breathe easy in the woods Panda jiji said when he saw the new solution. The next day was her cousin. Panda, Topo, Kimono and jokes accompanied her to the bus station. Ladybugs also went with them, were placed in his tail as assayed the day before. "There comes Pusi said excitedly. suddenly started blowing a gale, which swept the ladybugs off of its tail. Her cousin was already heading towards it ... - Pusi! How she longed to see you, "Isa said hugging her. Forest Road Pusi could not resist to ask, "Whither the moon? In your letter you told me that it is fashionable. Isa taught her a polka dot bow tied to its tail-You like it? - Asked Pusi - Moles of which take me about a handkerchief? Pusi asked incredulously ... "Sure Where do you want you take it? "Stuck in line? Haha, "said Isa, laughing. - Stuck in the queue! What nonsense Are not kids? Jajaja Pusi said looking at his friends so embarrassed, trying to hide what he felt foolish. Once Pusi house, Isa pulled a large white ribbon, filled with pink polka dots. He gave it to her tail. Pusi put it, looked in the mirror and and began to laugh, remembering the painted polka dots. Everyone laughed with her What fools they were! Jajaja Isa watched without understanding what made them so funny. His cousin told him everything they did just to impress. - Ha ha ha! - Isabella laughed nonstop jajajaj A lunar tail! Hahaha what happened Pusi great with her cousin and promised herself never to be so smug! Do you think it's worth having a bad time just to show off? A not! Orange Orange ... the story is over Will you like it? * *
I had the pleasure of meeting with Alejandro Neyra through the mediation of a mutual friend, Jorge Eduardo Benavides. The next day, after reading some stories of Alexander, I understood that he was facing an important Peruvian writer of these times and it was essential to include one of his stories in this anthology to be arming inches.
Alejandro Neyra takes his life in his diplomatic career and literature. It degree in Law from the Pontificia Universidad Catolica del Peru and Masters in Diplomacy from the Diplomatic Academy of Peru . He served as delegate to the Permanent Representation of Peru to the International Organizations in Geneva and now works in the office of Minister of Foreign Affairs.
Meanwhile, in the other side of his life, as he explains. a BA in Literature from the University Nacional Mayor de San Marcos. Author of books of short stories "Distinguished Peruvian (Solar, 2005)," Peruvians do it better "(Sarita Cartonera, 2007) and" Distinguished Peruanas "(Solar, 2009) as well as various articles and stories published in literary magazines . Currently preparing another book of short stories: "Natural Disasters."
CINDERELLA
Collect especially plastics, papers, bits and pieces of whatever. And Hyde Park is a huge park. Sometimes even eating some leftovers that lies between the grass and shrubs and some people left to pass him, thinking he is a pauper. Sometimes little hunting squirrels away from any of the four thousand trees in the park. Not eat. Only catch and play with them, feeds them, embraces them and returns them to their favorite branches. Well, not always in Hyde Park. There are many parks and the city is so big.
Follow him to London and realize that you are alone. It's not like those vagrants who are recognized and sleep together, embrace and gush in the most unclean. On the contrary, everything in it is pristine.
back very late to a house in Chelsea. Go up the stairs. And just open the door, it's time it will be seen that the springs inside a dim light but clear. A halo of cleanliness and the smell of cleanliness, which suggests a gleaming house full of furniture and polished floors. And it's true. At this time may not house cleaner in London. You may not have in the world.
The route of the separation between the house and found Gumersinda Amantaní their island, is exactly thirty-nine hours. Twenty minutes' walk from the house to Paddington station, and then fifteen from there to Heathrow Airport. Two hours of waiting due to new restrictions and airline security checks before departure. Direct flight to Madrid, it will be always better to travel in an airline in the English-speaking lasting one hour and twenty minutes. There, wait three hours before flying to Lima for eleven hours and forty minutes (with the scales and wait is the same as traveling through Amsterdam or New York, its other alternatives.) When leaving the airport Jorge Chavez but can not start on the first flight the next day, so overnight in Lima, more precisely in Cieneguilla, at her brother, who arrived in Lima long after her. Three hours there and three back to Cieneguilla rest would allow only four hours, but at that time can not sleep because his brother was invited for a beer, corn and cheese, lawita of potato flour, beans, pork guinea pig style Amantaní, and machine guns with questions about England. They are actually mean they get half answers questions because Gumersinda knows little of Nolberto Solano, and yes, lives in Chelsea, but knows nothing of a football team with that name or know any Pizarro. Gumersinda takes flight at six in the morning and put your feet about eight Juliaca. Wait a few minutes that fight to get a good seat in the taxi that carried ten suns the Capachica (San Salvador). There you will find the ferry to the island, although there is some eleven in the morning. But family (especially her sisters) will not let her rest for a while. After nearly two days and twenty hours of flight with various interruptions, Gumersinda sleep, this time not in a beautiful Victorian style bed but on a mattress stuffed with straw.
Well, actually this is what would happen if Gumersinda back. But this does not happen since 1968. Now Gumersinda is too important a task to be done.
- Have you read the Apocalypse Idiot? "Natalia asked me point blank, just sat down.
it is common for me to do those kinds of questions, to show their intellectual outlook is wider than my poor, sad, rigid and limited view on things engineering. Its aim is to remind me that she knows more, much more than me, and that their world is richer. And to me, the truth, I do not care as it does to see her rich, intelligent and beautiful panoramically, listen for hours to tell me about his new literary research while I mentally drooling thinking about how nice it would kiss her, caress her, waking up next her in an apartment built for me.
Now, being distracted, as usual, had not understood what I wanted to ask. Had I asked about the Apocalypse? Or by an idiot? Always the same, always lost in my dreams. My ex was right. I am a foolish romantic, a being from another era, someone who falls for a feeling and the same mental history. As she fell in love as he often does a child. That's my feminine side. Should be, after all, I told my ex (psychologist) I am a man vaginally. A great listener ...
- You hear me? Hey, did you hear me? You're on the moon, for a change ...
- Huh? No, sorry. Idiot. Who? Of Tolstoy, right?
-Ayayay. No, no. The Idiot of the Apocalypse. Is a collection of poems by William Chirinos Cuneo.
- Who?
-Guillermo Chirinos Cuneo. It is a strange poet. A poet chalaco the sixties. Just published a book of poems ...
- Idiot of the Apocalypse.
"That
. Did you know?
"No, it sounds like. But why should I know about him? "It Callao?
"Yes, of course. It lived around your house. In San Jose.
- In San Jose?
San Jose, my neighborhood. Where out bike riding as a child. Border between Lima and Callao really, middle-class neighborhood not decide, as its inhabitants, whether it was more Lima or Callao, more tense or port city bold. I grew up there, yes, ashamed to say who lived in that neighborhood that belonged to these whims of cities, the port, being closer to the center of the city from the sea. I lived there. But the neighborhood could make the emergence of a poet? A real poet?
"Yes. A poet in San Jose. At that thought, right? What do you think that a poet must be born in a cradle of gold? Or die in misery? Or live in Paris, London or New York? Or what?
"No, no. If not ... well, yes. It seems strange. Do you know where exactly?
"Well, I have a direction, yes. Should be close to home ...
Gumersinda not clean. Clean, remove dirt, that almost anyone can do. Gumersinda not leave things as new, for that they are detergents and liquid dishwashing commercials. She leaves everything truly pristine, untouched, just created. That does not make any. And that was what made it different. That's what allowed him to stay in London when not speak English. In some ways it was also forcing her to leave after being with the family of William.
Amantaní 's trip to Lima was real. His sister was the first to reach the capital, thanks to a premium is placed with a family of the newly created urban San José, Bellavista, Callao. Lived in that place and some provincial families, who came years ago with great effort. But there were also families who had to leave the city center and yet had no money to buy houses in Miraflores or San Isidro, where everyone was doing well in those years. Callao was going to condemn themselves to ostracism. The same thing happened to the people who had homes in La Punta, a stronghold of an oligarchy endangered chalaca wanted out of this old resort into disuse, but had no money to leave the port and that the sum came to settle in this new development, residing in the real landless and history.
had not been another possibility for a recent widow who had nothing more than a teenager who wrote poems and did not seem to want a decent profession, as people. A the family of his widowed mother and son came Gumersinda poet, thanks to the recommendation of a premium: the end of 1967.
cleaned out everything in that big empty house, especially the huge garden and sad, and the fourth of the young, always messy and filthy.
Gumersinda left everything again. It was a gift, one of those inexplicable wonders. Even in the fourth youth, who are bent by adding strange items and write in books that nobody could see. She did not understand but he did. He realized that this little woman with dark skin, his girl (what a luxury private property!) Had the gift to create, to invent. As the first poet, one who made the world with a verb, or perhaps a poem. She did what he could not help but scratch paper and scribble books and insisted on hearing the voice of the creator. He could not. She does.
We were in the park in my home. It had to be a signal. A wink of fate. Natalie and I sat on the bench in silence. She thinking of this poet and I just watching beautiful in your question, in its silence.
"Funny that this poet has lived there in front of your house and you do not mind.
- Huh?
"That's strange that William Chirinos has lived here in the same park, and you will not have heard.
"Well, I told you. If this old fool who sat smoking at the same banking, in fact, he met him. Well, I knew not, but I saw it. I do not let out much of my home and had to ride a bike around the park, never far away. In the afternoon, before I touch back home, he came to sit here. My mom said that I approached, I was a stoner. Just seemed to me that was a little crazy.
-A misunderstood, another poet misunderstood.
I do not know if misunderstood. It seemed crazy, I told you. Sure, if it was him ...
"Yes, it was. Matches your description. Shortly before his death in 1997, a couple of poets made him an interview was not published.
was published but I do not know. He knows everything. She knows everything. The life of the best writers, the famous novelists of the misunderstood bohemian, poets, hippies. I only know a bit about strength of materials, how much is needed for a house will not fall, so that if there was an earthquake a building remains standing and does not collapse. She, beautiful, intelligent. I filled numbers in his head. I as a test boring; her a poem.
- ... poem.
- Huh?
- You hear me? You never listen.
"No, yes. Yes, but do not know. A poem?
"I do not hear, idiot of the Apocalypse.
"Yes, the poems.
"No, idiot of the Apocalypse are you, turkey ... - she said, laughing. Making fun of me, but so beautiful and so confidently made me happy. There, in my park, the two laughing. Sitting on the banks of the poet.
She liked that. Because he could do what he does. Create. Just fell in love. She attracted by this strange young man as white and different, they almost never left his room. Him because he knew she was the real poet. Between 1966 and 1967 he wrote - thanks to Gumersinda, no doubt, these eight poems, "Red City", "Dolls", "Cats Night", "Autumn", "The earthquake", "The collapse," "Cinderella "and" Idiot of the Apocalypse. " Since it was at home, since they both loved the simplicity of ignorance, William was able to write. Create like her. And yet he wrote "Cinderella" because I thought that after all he had before taking advantage of his naive provincial girl.
- Cinderella?
- You were the servant of my house / You had a quarter of terraces and stairs / And your breasts collapsed in my eyes, / my eyes fell, collapsed: / A cascade deflowered: / Ano and blood , Cinderella- Natalia recited from memory.
"Geez, a little strong. So this leg wrote the poem after raping his employee ... and put up "Cinderella" ... it happened, right?
I do not know.
"A little bit. You know everything, Natalia. This girl abused his leg and then dedicated a poem. It was a damn ...
"That sounds horrible.
"Sorry ... but the poem says things worse.
I do not know. It's poetry. But in any case it is curious that said. Many consider Chirinos as a damned poet. But you can not say anything about poetry ...
- Poetry? It sounds too real. I do not understand how anyone can write poetry after raping his employee. Is wrong, right?
"Poetry is neither good nor evil. Poetry is.
- Is it? It's a dirty trick if so. I mean I can rape you now, but then if I write poetry and sounds okay?
I do not know. No. I do not think. Poetry comes from the heart.
"And going into the bowels if you also violated, Natalia. Sorry. But if the employee violated leg was, like it or not, a savage. An idiot.
I do not think that has been violated.
"The poem seems a bit real, right?
"Yes, indeed. But it is not true. Poetry just is. The literature simply is. Can not be judged as any fact reality. addition, you never violate.
"You never know, Natalia. You never know.
She is quiet, beautiful. Never violate you, Natalia. Sorry. Never. Nobody who truly loves to rape someone. No. You can not.
're my Cinderella said the poet. And he recited things she did not understand. Gumersinda barely understand English. But he liked to sleep with the young. I liked it because after going to bed he spoke, and although she did not understand anything, I knew things were beautiful. knew he loved her. understand that word
He would say things and liked to see her smile. He hardly spoke. The words just came out, but he felt that each was made possible by it. A woman. Poma, Famula, celery, yellow, bottom ash . She was the one who gave life to words. She was his word and poetry. He nothing but a stupid doomsday reader, an idiot of Revelation.
banking That we were Natalia and I, the banks of the poet, would be our bench. She was thinking that after long discussion and allowed to embrace, pat. Left to give him a kiss on the forehead, another in the nose, more in their eyes, his neck in his mouth. Had been disarmed. She was always so confident, let me do what I wanted. I was kissing and caressing her small firm breasts, her thighs under tight torn jeans. Natalia just let me. And when I did not know what else to do, inexperienced in love for real unarmed except that bulk undisguised attack on his pants, I stopped.
"What a wicked game I play.
-What?! "I said, just waking up my outbursts. We met in English classes and it was normal that sometimes interrupt me with a sentence gringota. But this time was different.
-Sorry, Chicho. We can not continue. Sorry. I thought I could feel what I felt Cinderella. But I do not want raped ...
- "rape you?! I would never violate, Natalia. Never.
- Why not?
"Because I'm in love. Clearly, no? I love you. More than anyone else. I do not know what happened. It was as if ...
-As if you wanted to rape me.
"No, no.
-Admit it.
"Well, really I do not know ... Did you do that just to prove that the violation of your poet was not rape?
"Almost. Actually I'm not sure. I thought I could feel something ... Sorry, Chicho. I did not want this to happen.
- You did not want this to happen?! "I did not want to fall in love with you?! You're crazy!
"Maybe, yes. Well, sorry again. I have to go ... see you in class tomorrow.
He walked quickly to his car, parked just a few feet from our bench. It was almost eleven. We had been there all night. And from Callao to your beautiful neighborhood was more than an hour's drive. On another occasion I had stopped, he would have continued and would have gone with her before returning in combination only after spending one hour talking in front of his home. Would have taken more than doubled between walking to the nearest whereabouts, expecting a Custer to take me downtown Lima, and then took my combi Lima-La Punta, taking care not to rob me at the corner of Tacna and Beehive finally arriving at my house. But this time I moved. It was as if was glued to the bench. And however, after a moment, to see her leave, I realized it was true. His was a malicious game. And I a fool who was still in love. This time at least had kissed, that was what I had dreamed all day, waking and sleeping, for over a year. And no one danced me to remove it.
Cinderella had to leave when William's mother realized her son was in love. If nothing had happened just lying or had abused her. But William had fallen in love. I was crazy about her. And the worst part was that somehow she understood. Gumersinda was not beautiful, but did well what was asked, was simple, quiet and delicate. But no. I could not let William continue well. It was enough to devote himself to poetry and did not have a fixed office. Or maybe yes. Maybe she could change. But I could not get any better? Did it have to be a cholita a lost island of Titicaca?
Gumersinda had to take their belongings and leave at dawn. And he was silent, without saying goodbye to William. Walked aimlessly known to the one place he knew. It was toward the center of Lima.
Why still wanted if he had played with me? If kisses were nothing but a joke to test myself and prove his theory about rape? Did not understand. Maybe it was my narrow-mindedness. Or my lack of experience. I imagined that Natalia had begun to lay the foundation for a future relationship. There were already structures and a little cement, columns grew, and when we kiss (along with metaphors - I can too), I thought it was time to start emptying. To fill the roof and place the concrete, armed as he was. And suddenly, when the scaffolding seemed complete, all collapsed. Inside me, however, still wanting to see her in the classroom, where her blonde hair and smell distracted me forever. He sat by her side to share every year in English, to further humiliate me with excellent pronunciation, his sarcastic smile every time I made a stupid mistake. Living without dignity.
Unless our contact in English, spent several days without calling. I did not know what to say or how to convince ourselves alone again. I had to find out more of the enigmatic poet. I started to ask my family and my neighbors and I decided to finally go home, talk to the old lady who lived there, the mother of apocalyptic idiot. It was actually her.
just asked for William, his son, the poet, his eyes widened and without a word I made it happen. We talked in a large room, occupied only by a rickety chair and a wooden bench where I sat. The other furniture was a vast and ancient Victrola in which a station could be heard passing those romantic songs of the past. Hence the poet's mother told me of the story, that I needed to excuse Natalia call and invite me back to sitting on a park bench, our bench.
Old Gumersinda perfectly remembered.
"Well. You know it's a rite of passage almost accepted in our society. The right of the master over his servant. A droit de seigneur veiled transferred to XXI century, well, the twentieth century in the case of the poet.
- Pardon? I can not believe I say that.
"But you know?
"Of course I understand you. I understand all your theorizing about the modern droit de seigneur. I do not understand is another thing: you, you always say you should not confuse the real author of the poetic voice or something, now accept that the poet may have written this after raping Gumersinda.
"Well, yes. You can not ... no, should not confuse the person of flesh and blood with the author of a work. But in this case if what you said the old that is true ...
"What I said is nothing old. She believes they were lovers. And so out of the house to the girl.
"Which also is normal.
- Normal?
"Well, I guess that would be afraid that cholita had a son, or a grandchild of it, right?
- And you think that's normal?
-Normalazo. Hallucinates that the pregnant me my old driver.
"I botarían the jato.
"Well, never happen. But men are weaker with the meat, right?
knew this was telling me about what happened the last time. Gradually, the conversation was invaded by a very different feeling her love for her until then. I could not suddenly say that he hated, either. But their words, their justifications were for me unacceptable. "Having a child of the chola ',' droit de seigneur modern." Theorizing that holding something that seemed insignificant.
walked without destination. It was very early and when he came to the center was surprised to hear such thunderous noise. The very earth shook. continued walking towards the Plaza de Armas . Intended to arrive and sit on a bench to rest your feet. But it was coming. The tanks were approaching (they had been up until dawn). She did not know who was General Velasco neither would have imagined that new president. It was October 3.
A soldier saw her, fell from one of the tanks that would Plaza de Armas and tried to force there. Cornered against one of the pillars of the church of La Merced and began to tearing. Her screams attracted the attention of a passing car. A blond man huge and got down to approach from behind the soldier. Barely pushed him and told him it was the British Ambassador in Peru. That girl was his girl and everything she did create a diplomatic incident. The soldier did nothing but he managed to accommodate pants that had begun to get off and parked outside this huge gringo who barely understood, but he was dressed like a general, and certainly should be. He mumbled an apology and escorted to the car, where they awaited a very fat blonde woman and two girls, about three years, white as never seen before.
The car pulled immediately. Ambassador White was on his way to the airport to board the first flight of Braniff headed for the U.S., destination London. Gumersinda go with them. No one would ask questions, the country had suffered the twenty-seventh coup in its history. No one was to questions at that time.
"I was afraid to impregnate the girl. Gumersinda was falling in love.
"And you threw it.
- was the maid of the house!
-As much as Guillermo was in love. And she surely.
- The employee! Do you understand? Do you think your mother would like you you'll love your job?
"No, guess not.
"Me neither.
"But as I said before, William was in love.
- Sure, I was in love! It was a pretty girl! Different! I knew he was going to find at night, and sometimes she went to her room. Ever spies. I was listening. Guillermo told nice things. And she learned to read with him. Do you understand? Were falling in love, but I could not leave.
"Yes, I understand more or less. Calm down, ma'am. Quiet.
"In the end it was my fault. If I had not missed perhaps Guillermo did not end well.
"Relax, lady, quiet.
The old woman was agitated. His eyes sparkled under the sole focus of the room. Now repent. He knew he had screwed up. William, tell me then searched for her for days, weeks, everywhere. But it was October 1968. Right in the middle of the stroke of Chinese Velasco. There were complications. Never seen again.
Guillermo had changed during the time he was in love with Gumersinda. But when she was returned to his depression and his stuff. Out all day to walk, look. His health was ruined. Drink. Drugs. He was first admitted, did rehabilitation at home later. Thus began his journey to death, and with it the increased suffering of the mother. That old lady who had fallen asleep in his chair after having cried in front of me. Me.
Gumersinda was installed in the White house in London, and worked with them for five years. He still had his magic skills to make things as new. The people who went to the home of the White ambassadors were impressed with her marriage and when he had to travel again outside your country, Gumersinda stayed in London. He realized that he could work on several houses and make more money. Let him occupy the White house of Chelsea as they went to their mission in South Africa, where they were brutally murdered in a racist so many misfortunes.
Gumersinda stood alone again, this time in London, with those white saviors residence had been left to care and nobody would claim ever. Would be to live there. It was there that one day in 1999, more than twenty years later, she received a letter that had been around the world. The letter from William, his dear William. Gumersinda read a poem but just understand, but still answered.
normal "Then you think that the poet has raped the girl.
"Well, as you were love.
"That's what the mother thinks.
-Never mind.
- Whether you have violated or not the girl!
"If after the rape wrote that poem, no matter.
- does not matter?!
"Sometimes suffering can create the most beautiful artistic expression.
- What?!
"Thousands of artists have been inspired suffering.
-A touch. I guess you talk about war, death. One's own suffering. Not rape someone. Not killing someone.
"I told you. If after art has emerged worthwhile.
-Pucha you bad, ah.
I do not know how much trouble you get ... if it was also his employee. Security was one of those who seek cholitas pendejas sure the pattern. A Natacha.
- Puta, why you are dumb!
- What did you say?!
"That you're a dumb. A co-Ju-da!
Those were the last words he spoke to Natalia, who, offended, stood on the bench I thought would be ours. I do not know how many insults I threw. I'm not interested. I realized what had happened. I did not want. I was in love with a beautiful girl who thinks that art is above all, the lives, death, love. Absolutely everything. I realized that I could not tolerate. Since then never showed up in class English. I kept going. Segui also visiting the old lady, mother of William Chirinos Cuneo. And since then I started reading more poetry. But I have fallen in love.
Gumersinda The answer came when Guillermo Chirinos was already very serious. It was a miracle that the first letter arrived. A miracle greater than the response it did. The poet died a few months later, in December 1999. But before he died, in one of their deluded dreams, packed all his poems and letters returned and sent to the address of Chelsea was the recipient of the letter Gumersinda.
Since then she goes to visit London to find small things to pick up and carry your shiny home. There is only a messy room in the house. A basement room that is very similar-in fact- is identical to that in which forty years before she and William had begun to recognize words and objects. Consists mainly of plastic, paper, pieces, bits and pieces of whatever. With them goes home and locks herself in that room that may sometimes appear Guillermo Chirinos Cuneo, and where if you could get in, understand what the true Poetry.
Cuchu 
