Jeremias Gamboa Viviana Mellet 
journalist and writer. BA in Journalism from the University of Lima and a Masters in American Literature from the University of Colorado (USA). He is the author of the story book "Vanishing Point" (Lima, Alfaguara, 2007) and author keeps the columns of "Displacement" in Us magazine, the newspaper El Comercio, and "The Art of Fugue" in the magazine Caras. PUCP professor and the University of Applied Sciences (UPC).
The following story, of great excellence, belongs to the book "Vanishing Point."
With thanks to Jeremiah for your cooperation.
PROMISED LAND
Jesus,
Proper help me find my place.
Lou Reed
You're sitting in a seat of the car that runs on the night at a crazy pace and this time, inexplicably, you're not afraid to speed. You cried, you did laugh, did you say to him, you've heard that the two go to the promised land, Canaan, to a site that matches your Biblical name. You and Bruno aboard the BMW, the look of both sets on the highway, eyes going over and over again snakes white, rigid, light suddenly and disappear into the gravel under the wheels of the car, swallowed by the pitch. Beyond that nothing else is just darkness studded with the lights of the distant hills, leaving behind some cars, drivers anonymous, you can think of now as you take a can of beer of which are at your feet, you may not deserve live.
Bruno angrily sings "I` m So Bored With Th e USA "and then I looked around. The two can be seen from the comfortable distance of their cigarettes even deformed by the grass and suddenly explodes know that music is smashing particles of air inside the car. View the time the board in front of you-eleven-twenty-and think that there is still too much for this to slow or lost. You give a hint to the butt, close your eyes and do not know why I just want to remember how that started all this. You wonder if you can. You ask Bruno. You see it take a can of beer, take it to the mouth, sucking it, dry lips with the sleeve of his jacket. The two are standing in the midst of the Sgt Pepper. No, before they had gone to see a movie, I can not remember which. Then they went to Bohemia, and there on the second floor, sitting on a pair of high benches, looking at times in the oval and sometimes couples who were talking, fell silent. They left cursing the laughter there no longer remember what, maybe the absurdity of the situation he says, and got into the car. After the moon were stuck watching the sea, standing in a position of sandwiches a few blocks from Balta oval. After those in a Sergeant: The same line of people glued to the red wall waiting under control of the door. Open arms, feel left torsos, legs apart and enter through the tall, narrow passage until you reach the open court. The chairs are all taken and you move among people in search of a site. Bruno recognizes some girls who study with him in college but never greet-you, a group of photographers and graphic designers of the newspaper in which you work. Greet you from afar. You do the same. Went to the bathroom and upon returning Bruno had a beer. Both were better there, were there, took the beer, watching people, listening to the music and followed it with nods, exchanged some words, loose comments were there and knew they were there, but suddenly there was something separated from things as if everything was glued to a screen above. Exactly, dude, "says Bruno. You laugh. Bruno took the chela peak, as all in the Sergeant, and I served in a disposable cup, both of which finished the bottle hit and walked a while among people looking for something they did not know quite what, were indifferent types with the same look carefully disheveled, photographers always a couple of painters, female students of art, communications, chroniclers night out, an art critic, a curator.
asked for a beer in the closed room of the fund. As they smoked and were served a group of single girls. They stood watching them until the drink was gone.
-A bastards "you say, and see Bruno nodded with a cigarette stuck between his lips. It raises a hand to his mouth to release.
-A ball of stupid girls "artists."
The looked for a long time. Saw them smiling, hugging, dancing lesbian. Bruno suddenly glued to the stairs of the concert hall, I said that really did not feel quite right, that place did not feel at all better than elsewhere, in any case only when you were with other two friends, when the four began to talk nonsense, laughing to each other, looked at the ass, tits, what he knew. The rest was provided as a backdrop. In truth, I said, looking straight in the eye, never have been comfortable were it not for them, for you. Now they were alone together and he knew you, I knew what you were, I was confessing that shit site that was reached to the tip of the skewer.
"Me too," he said. Bruno
a toast makes you empty the contents of another can of beer. After not remember how it was. He gives a puff anxious to butt and tells you not know how he was, he would shoot more than a lifetime trying to know. You see the other side of the window, a fi of hills without lights, highway road Avoidance. Not even remember who took the first step, perhaps he told you could do something else, something different or if you wanted to stay there, not sure he knew other places, you said, but did not know if you were going to seem extreme, who knew Saturday night recently pulled, had time to take something else if you wanted, if you dare. He said they really were to do anything that was not to stay at these places you've been going through inertia the last three or four years of your life.
"Let the Northern Cone, I said suddenly, after a few minutes of silence, when you looked for the umpteenth time the girl of the night, hugging each other, and with a disposable cup of beer in his hand. Have you ever Ruquan?
The car goes down an avenue that they no longer know. They left behind the Plaza de Acho Palacio de Gobierno, are even next to the Rimac River in an area that can not be determined. The track has been closer and you see through the window tight neighborhoods, steep stairs that climb, pedestrian bridges towering gray and rise above their heads, dark bus stops where people are still awaiting the arrival of something, possibly combis. Now the car left behind trucks, buses interprovincial.
-Los Olivos is the target-Bruno told you once parked in a ravine tap to buy the six pack of canned beer, "the promised land. You give one more sip a beer and see beyond the windows you are aware of a new security you, of him in both. Bruno's car is no longer a great car, BMW is a fucking dumb moves, floating among the gray landscape that borders both sides of the track, bus depots, factories producing tiles, the fruit. Bruno leads a quiet, does not flinch, does drum rolls on the wheel and then you say you are surprised how well you know the area, a fool, and he laughs, he laughs and says that tonight and you can be Virgilio should be a Dante to measure up, dude. Dante at the level you are, you think, then I cry, and you just a sip long the remainder of beer at your can, you feel the cold drink in the throat, and open another immediately because the car accelerates and Bruno has got on top of the volume of equipment and Headon battery and started up, Bruno's face was superimposed the faces of Strummer singing "Janie Jones" and you prepare to accompany him when he enters the low, the voices of the chorus, the howl of Bruno and the two faces looking in as the crazy ones who scream and hear "Janie Jones" in the ambulance on a Martin Scorsese film that gets lost in New York .
But this is Lima, you think, this is worse than any hell, you cry, this is a fucking great. Bruno spends the next red light, there is no alternative to the music, and you feel like you crash, shot out the window, fly away from the city. Two trucks left behind a pair of buses, several blocks away and now it's up to Jones, the hands of Bruno doubling the battery superimposed at the helm, another traffic light, yelling at people walking on the streets again Strummer, the last song of the album, Bruno's hand down sharply the volume of equipment.
"Two blocks from the site," he says suddenly, ".Nuestro new home.
now standing in the middle of a long line, next to a wall that, if not for the noise inside, you would take in front of a large factory. Since the car down the space you think absolutely different, dirty, lead, aggressive, and that you loved.
have in hand a pack of cigarettes you bought one of the women who charged at you no sooner pulled the feet of the car. View the time: midnight. You turn your face: from tight taxis or cars where hardly go seven, eight, down several groups of girls. You see they are all made-up, lips are burning, tight lycra clothes, dyed hair hard. Some chewing gum, one of which, in miniskirts and boots, you filthy seems desirable. Ruquitas Son, listen to Bruno say his breath near your ear, hua-cha-fi-TAS. You're laughing off the box office and after control of pants and pockets, you and he cut through a site that seems to have the dimensions of a stage, first an area filled with tables and ping pong games sapo, then another plastic tables and umbrellas . You see groups of boys and girls who drink beer in jugs and suddenly look at your leather sandals on the boulder, go over your pants thin and comfortable cotton polo, shirt open on the pole, you see Bruno at your side and you say that at that site both are attractive, definitely they are, what they should be. Beyond the background, under a huge thatched roof, a thousand people jump to the beat of different music. They approach them registering everything.
Bruno in the bar ask for a beer.
"Here begins the difference, mad, says, taking a ten suns, receiving two pieces of a sun and a huge jug of beer. Bruno serves beer is different, the notes thinner than elsewhere. Both hit their glasses filled, look in the eye, smile. Beyond all the crowd that now transpires next to you, attached to the back wall, above a great platform, a group of dancers probably paid by the local tests a choreography, some groups of girls are up next dancing of them. You look at one, which is about straight hair and dyed orange, legs long, thick. Above their heads a giant poster reports the name of the site is Pitcher. Next you spend two brunettes high, both with white pants, the gooseneck.
"The site has its things-say, making a nod to Bruno.
-Canaan, crazy, "he says, before taking an enormous jug of the peak.
The dynamic is almost like I had imagined: a series of couples dancing to the side, outside the field of battle, here and there can be distinguished adolescents knots tied by the arms-has identified three or four to wallow A couple more or less, many with nothing happens, one outside this place could still be beautiful, "around these guys bites taken alone, like you, measure the beer and watch the center court like a showcase. They are like birds of prey that calculate the distance, you think, I priced everything, evaluate and suddenly swoops to the change in song, sometimes they accept because they just want to dance, sometimes they refuse, if the causes are difficult to pin down. When one accepts to dance with you, tell him now to Bruno, you have to do it all night without letting go, sharing what it is, if it is between groups of friends better, then you never know, right? Maybe a phone, a hold, the telo. Bruno and I heard you say yes, here things are much clearer. There are no spaces for lunacy, said, hypocrisy, everything is more direct, therefore health.
spend a few minutes and only then you recognize that you like. It is surrounded by friends who dance with each other and when someone comes to remove it rejects feigning indifference. Bruno is looking at the sand, thinking about things which should be similar to yours, choosing its prey because the way things are here, asking for another pitcher. You say they have to move and then given a tour around the mass dance, take the pitcher and glasses in hand, on the other side of the club or as it is called there are higher where other girls move noisily.
Two of them have vedettes bodies do not seem to be alone. Distinguishes several empty seats and tell Bruno why not sit there, see things from above. They will do but a security guy stops them on the stairs, that is the VIP area, he says, five suns. Bruno and you laugh and fall down, watching from his corner that blurs the steam sweaty people.
"You should come another day with a pole that has printed a photo of your old car and a caption that says:" This car is outside and it's mine / I say, "out there that do. You let
smiling alone and concentrate Bruno in looking at people. Did you say you go to the bathroom for a while. Along the way you come across several women, one or two you come to look, or so you think, another tells you exactly where is a coy smile. You see the door as you walk you say you have to do something, think fast, run fast, be you. Enter. There is a streak of bad odor and a gaping hole in the back casks filled with water, do not know what they are and not want to find out. You go to the urinal. Several men shake their dicks against the wall, then look in the mirror long, dirty, wet hair, drop drops by the neck then slip under the shirt, the poles: you too view in the mirror and you see people around you, you say that alcohol has softened your features, perhaps the contrast, size, you look good, you feel good. Looking for a soap or something and not find it. Sales and decide to skirt the crowd on the side opposite to Bruno, you put yourself between a group of men alone and discover the girl you think is the one you like, is dancing with a guy. The music ends, the men rush and suddenly do the same, without measuring the direction.
You take a hand, you see the face of a girl who has agreed to dance with you. You say you're doing or right: when you launched the ball a couple of curious glances. You know you have to act at once and you say something. You ask what it does, what you do, you hear screaming, and then who's here, what part of Lima. She answers all your questions. It seems that studying nursing, with premiums, San Martín de Porres. After each response is silent and looks at you sideways, waiting for a new question, no doubt, but you did not think of anything acceptable, whatever you think sounds obvious or think you will understand. When the music stops and you're torn between telling to go dancing or not you find Bruno in a corner, looking very serious, smoking a cigarette. You go and ask him what happens and he responds with a harsh tone than anything, it just happens that he is tired of all this, all this ritual, all the stupid dancers and all those girls pacharaca, what the fuck is going on?, what the fuck you believe these bastards?, shit show. You give the reason at all to Bruno and you pull the bar. I heard you say that sometimes hembrita disfuerzan, put bastards, but at bottom all want, do not be overcome by the first bump, everyone goes, seriously.
"I have a friend who lives here," Bruno suddenly cuts you off, staring at people, "not I have to crawl any dumb.
"You have to do it," I say, ".Llámala.
"I met her a few months ago with Chino, my cousin, and I do not see much because it never gives me the courage to come this far.
"Call.
"Maybe you have several friends.
you say once again that the call and he tells you he does not know the time. Look at your watch. A quarter. It is spoiled to call on his cell phone, unless a Saturday night. We're trying. He smiles. Both clears out the plastic tables with the beer in your hand and you see him using his cell phone. You say, while you get the beer to his mouth, there's a lot of Bruno still do not know well. Now you hear his voice makes you laugh prim and see it in those efforts. You realize he is half drunk too.
-Ready-
says after hanging up, get close to you, "are in this fi Pro, she and her cousin. Salen
site, left hand seal on the door of the room. Way to the car while they retake the highway, while opening other half warm beer cans that were left under the seats, it gives you all the information: they are raw, one, yours is called Meche, a samba rich, funny, stupid as a wall, just knows how to listen radio, participate in all raffle baskets of beauty products, moving on the financial environment of these, the premium, Liliana, however, a high school journalism student, is Cholon and face medium spoiled, yes, but it has a fairly large pair of tits and more strange coming from a busty, you ass. Strange, you add, you laugh. Exactly, dude, says Bruno yields an empty while the car window: Exactly.
The BMW runs a road anchando will increasingly leave their factories step moors and dark and distant neighborhoods. The music bursts, David Bowie's voice never sounds like what they heard after awhile, the voice of Bruno sticks, follows and destroys, throws a burp. You feel it coming and throw another. The promised land is beyond enormous community centers where you find that there fi these chicha and folk, a neon highway increasingly high and far between. The car gets a short cut, another track, a high wall, land on your side. Bruno says they are the banks of a river. Lima has three, this is called the Rio Chillon. Beer feel even hotter, you've taken with longer intervals because each time the worst feeling in the throat. You're going to say something to Bruno, and can not remember what, and suddenly you see on the phone with someone. Apple makes two turns, walks through a park where you distinguish playground and then gets into a street, stops in front of a house, it tells you to leave. "We
.
Leave the car with apparent calm and measured their movements. Light a cigarette when you see them out of the house lit place where it appears something, they have been waiting, felt the car go. Suddenly
view that greets Bruno thin brunette, is telling you how well it appears all of a sudden after so many months, what happened, how you miss her friends, she asks if she remembers Lisa. Bruno gives her a kiss and waves. Try a relaxed pose but then you repent and throw up when they come to you and he'll introduce. Greet.
She leaves a scent that opens wide the windows of your nose.
-Lucky we are four-says, smiling.
"Sure," you respond. Meche
told they are at a family party, is a holy man, has already told his mother he's out with you, Bruno and his cousin, no problem for the time or anything, but must enter , if not much roche. You stop looking at the outside stairway that climbs to what will someday be the second floor of the house and see that Bruno makes you a wink, put the car keys in his pants and go. It is necessary to greet every single person in the meeting with the hand. All seats are arranged in sticking to the walls of the house and while watching the faces one to one instantly forget notes how it dissipates the silence broke through with you. Suddenly you see waving Meche's mother, which gives them a glass of beer, a sip even if, you are my daughter's friends, for a long time. Bruno talk about something with a man who must be the father and the mother comes to tell you that can go with the girls but you know, leave them at a reasonable hour, not more than the half past four. Nod, give her a kiss and after that you take Liliana house with security not imagine, no problem in the eyes of some men to be their friends. Perhaps your cousins.
Bruno opens the doors of the car and asked the girls what they want do. Do not know how but suddenly you're sitting in the back seat, next to Liliana. Do not know if it was you who came forward or was Meche, but she goes ahead, next to Bruno. The car stops and resumes Pro way back. The same road and same neon lights, distant. You keep some composure and try to save it. Mercedes and Bruno
exchange general statements about the time that are not on the people they know. Liliana sometimes says something about what they say it has also come out with them and then you stop at her lips painted red and silver shadows of his eyelids, black hair falling over her shoulders. "You
two can talk suddenly sick, "says Bruno, turning. He is editor of the week, so take advantage and ask what you want, Lili. Liliana
stares at you with a look of amazement that you like theater and asks if it is true.
I have to say yes, yes, and then she wants to know your name, I say and she can not believe it's you, she studied journalism, yes, in high school, read your text in class when they want to analyze a chronic or an interview. Can not believe it's you. Bruno throws you a laugh and you can not think anything other than raise eyebrows. Liliana has a passion for journalism, he dreams while working in the multiplexes that are near Catholic University, tells you how much you would like to work in a place like yours, with a person like you to teach you how to write, to tell a story well. Prendes
offer him a cigarette and another to her. I heard him say that journalists are heavy smokers, no? Heavy smokers and are very bohemian, and drink coffee and sugar removed using pencils, that tells his teacher, was it true? Maybe he would like to collaborate with a magazine journalism they do, write something, teach them, not sure, I was actually surprised to meet a real journalist. Think that somehow you feel comfortable with it: have concerns, you say, and while anything loose, empty phrases, you do well, you can not avoid looking at the breadth of her hips, the firmness of their breasts.
The car runs, runs between spaces that sometimes peek and then not remember and suddenly you hear a scream and a laugh and Mercedes who tells Bruno that how you say it. Liliana asks how you know him, what they have done together. Since long ago, are like twin souls, some time ago we went out there to experience what it is, the madness of the twenty-five. Liliana is surprised your age, she is twenty, was delayed because the studies had to work, that sort of thing. Suddenly you're seeing the face and it's hard to retain what he says. In a moment you hear her say that Meche and Bruno love to be as though the other, you know, that despite all that is so simple.
They leave the car, recognize the gray wall. Both show the stamps and pay for tickets they add a few soles to the VIP area. Once again the tables, the boulders, the crowd in the background. Climb the stairs to the top after show tickets and just lie on a table the girls say they go to the bathroom. Bruno called a pitcher, you look into my eyes with glazed eyes and I wondered whether he was right. The two laugh, hug. Liliana Mercedes
and arrive after a few minutes and put dancing alone on one side, glued to the rail from which one sees the dance floor. Bruno and you drink. There are several legs that look, you approach them and Liliana makes a gesture of rejection, brought to you, you look at them. Bruno sticks in your ear and makes you notice that perhaps there, you have the two women get more good all night.
I say yes, take a long drink and you get closer to Lisa and you get to dance with her. Bruno does the same with Meche and suddenly you stop seeing it because you let yourself go and you suddenly Liliana's hair stuck in his face, his smell of shampoo and nicotine, his neck near his body suddenly anxious to squeeze your body, your cheek in chest. In the midst of that sauce, while you feel the sweat sticking your shirt on your back, you think you feel good. The music changes and the two come off at the same time you are passing the word: Liliana you go back behind the table and the way it touches the subject of Journalism, asks you if you read a lot to write and write, her teacher has told every journalist should read. Suddenly you say yes, well, you read very much indeed, but perhaps also can be boring, right? She says no, she lives by buying pirated books whenever she can and now reading such a Jaime Bayly, who writes just about journalists, and that she loves him but sometimes seems half simpleton, also tells you that listen to Richard Clayderman. Going to answer anything but Bruno will spread the word, has a Mercedes seized from the waist and being told to leave, have a drink all four at a site further away. Meche looks at you with his hand on your friend's shoulder and nods, he likes the idea. Lisa agrees, says it's OK, and you realize you've placed your head on his shoulder.
The car stops at a liquor store and you ask if they want beer. They do not: bleeding. Bruno and you leave a jump, approach the gates of the store, pull out their wallets; in that hole near the house of Meche only sold in box, so buy two and a disposable cups, go to the car, come and suddenly you're sitting next to Liliana. Mercedes double meaning jokes and laughs with Bruno, and each time it ends its half forced laughter puts his hand on his chest open his shirt, they both laugh, are laughing in front of the car and suddenly you realize you're cornered Liliana at one end of your seat, really close to the window, caught by your outstretched arm and your disposable glass of wine. You know you're drunk, you know that'd be another situation like the smearing all doing what you do but do not care tonight, none of that matters and perhaps that's why I say it's great to hear you want to learn journalism, I can give you useful books, both those can be discussed. You're running out the drain in one gulp when you hear she asks for names: once you give names: Truman Capote, say, Norman Mailer, Hunter ompson Th, and she will respond to the first sounds, it would be fascinating, next time could talk about it if they go out and do not miss. You've come closer and Liliana has raised his hand with his glass of sangria and put a barrier between you and her. You hear a scream, turn around and see that Meche makes a fuss while Bruno's has embraced. Bruno seeks the face and gives her a kiss on the mouth, and she laughs loudly and says he is crazy, crazy is a complete, gives another kiss and release your arms. Liliana
suddenly asks you if you are single and then you tell him not to. She says she does not, he had one but just wanted to take advantage of it, you know, and left when they came the problems. You ask what problems she takes the glass of sangria at the mouth as if to prove that you are taking, laughs wryly as if to herself.
you realize in a moment that you've caught the chin and that somehow there is no going back. She also looks into your eyes, you should have seen her with a pained face when he spoke of his work, the mortgage on your home of the illness of his brother or someone in your family, things that immediately forgot: now you're saying you do not know why they told you all that if you just know you, perhaps because they do journalism and she likes it or perhaps because they seldom have the opportunity to talk with someone like you, so different. You seem to have red eyes when you said that ultimately is working hard to make all along, wants to progress. For several seconds do not know what to say, how to feel. The music playing is from the radio, and Meche dancing with outstretched arms in the car, and stretches his arms over his neck and tells Bruno that when she takes her out to the movies, and he replied that when she wants and she says she could go four, do not you Lili?
Lili says yes and looks down. Look at your watch and when she asks, say it and she says it's late, they have to leave them at home. Bruno cries out and says he wants a kiss from Meche, one, and then she says she is very drunk and gives her a kiss on the mouth and then looks at Lisa and makes a gesture señalándote. Lisa just smiles and then turns to you:
-Bruno always wanted to kiss her she says, smiling.
seats and laugh as if the data will be familiar but it is not at all. The car starts moving erratically and the four realize that Bruno is very drunk and you are aware of your own drunkenness as well. Do not think of anything when the car zigzags. Bruno handled very badly, but Meche strokes his chest while he is indicating where to turn, what road to take, and suddenly all the jokes in the car are on their way of driving drunk on what are the two, you too, although so you're all little calm, from what time it will take, and you could see packed when they went to pick them up at the meeting, when called. Laugh stupidly and you wish to get off in any corner.
have a strange desire to kiss with love and perhaps fall in love Liliana it, you say you love her and would like to help with their problems, but are not the same a few years ago and nothing you out of the mouth, nothing provokes you, just make the sleeping at times, listening to the jokes below , laugh without understanding. The car has stopped, the girls are down and suddenly Mercedes Bruno tells Lili's wrong and says to you if you do not want to eat a bit, drink coffee, which the reset because the house is far Bruno . You see the lights in the house across the light. It is the house where they gathered.
Bruno says they download. The mother left the house and if something surprising is how it treats Bruno, as if he knew a long time as if he really was a close friend of the family. No head to guess anything. The house is quiet, austere, you will know them by heart: the parquet floor, gold-edged mirror, wooden furniture notionally separates two rooms. The two sit in the living room sofa sets while she takes her daughter and niece to the kitchen. They look without saying anything, exhausted, with a twinkle in his eyes, and suddenly a sharp smell reaches them. Seafood, says Bruno. The view: are you looking at his face contorted from his couch, stiff, and suddenly they both laugh.
"This is a crazy night, crazy, you say.
You make a gesture that has been too, you desire to kick you to sleep but once you stand up and walk to the smell of food. Mercedes's mother must have been about fifty-five years, is standing in front of a huge kitchen and see you come clean and greets you by name and leave the pan in the hands of Liliana. Speaks to you, you are saying if it is true that you are a journalist, Liliana you just said that working in retail and she is happy to be a friend of his niece, a girl so devoted to her work. Lisa looks at you with some embarrassment, you also believe that illusion. Meche gets strong coffee and brings it to the table, Liliana ends, leaving the kitchen and you find yourself following it, watching, reviewing their hips, her hair. Older women put the tablecloths on the table, coffee mugs and Liliana has served seafood, the two girls ask them nicely to sit at the table. You're going to sit and eat while you assent to all that the lady is saying about the merits of his daughter, first, and his niece, in the second. At a time when both embraces and gives them each a kiss on the forehead, well-bred girls, straight, legal. Bruno gets a huge amount of seafood to the mouth and you bury your head in the dish.
"The old woman wants to marry us," says Bruno crazy in the car while they both look at the two girls that make them goodbye at the door hands of the house. We gave up eating the asshole.
-A me all distressed me a little, "you say in your pockets looking for cigarettes.
"And what about conchesumadre Meche.
The car glides in a straight line, you noticed that Bruno leads to something more secure. Your eyes make their way through narrow streets, parks másespaciosos something and then face the distant lights of the highway. You can not stop thinking about Lisa, you say that you may cause to see it again, say you too lazy to give you, most likely never see again.
lights sweep the American car, discover the white snakes, rigid, which suddenly light up in the gravel and disappear under the wheels of the car, swallowed by the pitch. After a while both are passing really well as recall what was that night, say the love from her aunt, the dances in the Pitcher, the face you when they put up Liliana tits or Pushed to the window and she saliéndote with all its roll of journalism.
"He wants to love her well, crazy-points
Bruno, watching the door, watching. Want someone to love her well.
You look out the window in the distance, Bruno has been launched in a disquisition on the distance and unproductive, nevertheless, it is these outputs: the good time, having fun, you feel posh but they are bleeding or you or you want good, living far away, is a can return to Lima, I reached the tip of the skewer. You hear it and immediately say that you realize that the car does not go to the house, is interning Pro beyond the north, and when you tell Bruno what shit happens, what the hell you want, it tells you either way , the car is yours and go Comas, the thing just yet, dude. With him the thing never ends. Shake your head, you laugh and your feet are below the second box from bleeding still unfinished, you start to take the peak.
- And what part of Comas going? "You ask after drying," what is the next circle?
"We came to women, he says. That's what we're going to get.
The site you have entered is terribly dark and dingy, but in these circumstances and soon you're interested. Just a man got out of the car often encouraged to come: Beyond the neon lights of the boulevard almost deserted, dying across the blood-red cloth of the entrance, a dark room full of mirrors, attacked her with a intense odor Pecora, to armpit, cheap perfume. Distinguishes clusters of scantily clad women who sleep in armchairs furnished with fabrics plastic. Must be twenty, twenty-twenty-two years, some many more, a couple of them will seem minor. Instinctively turn on a cigarette and suck with violence: the smoke appears to decrease the odor and allows them to walk with less effort on the floor stuffed with grease spots and traces of beer, a space of light dying. You walk around the room and you are craving is about to close. A very fat chick furniture covers and tells women to wake up, the night is not over, there are a couple of handsome guys who want to drink a beer, have company. Soon you notice that some stretches and suddenly you're surrounded by several of them, choose two, perhaps because they think they yawn less.
The one on your side has the green eyes of a reptile by the light of the spotlights, huge tits, just raised by a bra. Bruno is a tall and narrow eyes will tangle the hair.
- Have you been before? Bruno yelled way to the table, trying to overcome a sudden loud bolero.
"Never.
Ask the woman who is with you all and hear how the jug of beer costs ten soles and twenty points on the other side, a place where couples are looking for privacy. You know you're sitting at the table and that is before you Bruno, almond-eyed women and pitcher of beer. The whores call home two drinks, two glasses that come with a black liquid. The woman beside you caress you face and asks for your name, what you do, what you do. Feeling tired to respond and loose with the truth the first thing that comes to your mind, they do not care too much. Bruno invents data and you follow, from one moment to another two weave an untold story of their friendship. Women have sleepy faces and embrace them as they can, ask them if they are alone, how come at these times when customers have gone, where urchins have been, we see that they are not around here. Tomas beer that tastes like hell and you see that across Bruno table makes it a gesture of disapproval, it has seemed like you. A bolero you've never heard sounds in the air and two guys who had not seen before, go out dancing with two hookers. The scene suddenly join you in a very intense feeling that you can not specify. You just hit a glass, twice. Ask for another pot. Listen, hear or think that Bruno says, in English, that you two are like chameleons, they have many skins, or one that changes in a different place, no one can know what the true, the truth is that not understand everything very well, you just smile. It is very drunk. You're very drunk. The beer was running out and by now you know water. Do not know how many jars have been taken or is the same. In a startup you get close to her lips and kiss.
Your hand rests on her bra and she immediately puts her hand to her breasts back and hurled into the air like two balls. Bruno says something you do not understand and see that after you take the face with his hands, you wonder if you want to vomit, you're going to say something but the woman's voice, close to your ear, telling you if you want You can order a small pitcher of sangria and you can go to a section for two people, both by themselves. Raise your hand, do not know how many times you do not know why, and suddenly you discover a topless woman who brings the pitcher and locks you in a section for two: see a table, a mirror, a red cloth-covered furniture. Suddenly you
faintly aware that you're kissing her, they are kissing frantically, or that's what you like, plus you're taking the hips, thighs, ass. Then you see kissing tits you feel cold, like two globes of ice water. Your hand gets between her legs and she put them together for a moment, but then leaves you to do, he laughs loudly at one point discover their arms around your shoulders, your fingers in your hair and you feel stupid in the tenderness she will lavish treatment, intermittent erection between his legs, something that is not served to consolidate but yet you sense there, dormant, waiting. I hear women saying that want to suck you, that makes you a blowjob. She laughs and lowers her head, comes close to your cock, bites over pants.
want them to grow, which burst fly and target it to the force between the teeth and break her mouth, but nothing happens. The bitch tells you a blowjob will cost you a hundred suns. Is dumb. You see her laugh. I take off. Think about it while you take the drink in a feed on the ground, in the place where you are and instantly bring arcades dam near the smell of seafood, beer, cheap wine.
In your mind, against your will overlap the woman who prepared the food now feel crowded in the throat, Liliana, the Pitcher, and beyond Sergeant girls, tables of Bohemia, viewers of the Russian film, now I remembered that you Bruno and forgotten forever. You review all that at the time your voice is racing to the woman a rebate, do not understand why you do not want if perhaps she is telling you that this is the price, but if you can not have a straw gift, you buy another drink, you notice that you're alone, you notice that you are sad, we note that you need company.
begin to feel that the forces leave your body, can fall face down on the floor at any time and we really wanted to sleep at this time on the red cabinet, next to the woman. You tell and she tells you to ask one more drink before they close the case, why did you come so late, and suddenly the music is superimposed on a signal station, the voice of an announcer informs the hour, awake the spirits of all Lima, everybody stand up.
you heard that voice and have opened my eyes, for the second time you understand where you are and you stand as you can. You've drawn the curtains of red cloth of the paragraph and see that Bruno has appeared from somewhere, perhaps in another section, and see who looks at you with feverish eyes. It tells you a panic that go, too late and in the midst of a tremendous lethargy both are emboldened and heavily leaving the second room, go around the hall where a group of whores hoarse and another, even with clothes battle, passing a cloth on the floor. Out on the boulevard, the only car parked by some miracle is yours.
Finally someone cared. Walk for an interminable period and come to him. Now you feel something that might be ashamed. No. You do not feel shit. Get in the car without saying a word. Bruno plays music, any music, and somehow, listening, you feel safe. Once, twice blink, and then look at the clarity that takes hold of heaven.
The car begins its going very slowly, almost imperceptibly, and gradually gains speed. With the fading of the dark now it is possible to see the neighborhoods that were hidden in the night, watch the road in all its greyness, his misery. The car moves between the desolation of the landscape and after a while you realize that things happen for the window quickly. You do not have the strength to wonder if Bruno will manage and to Lima, if you will be able to get, you know that you definitely could not. You fall asleep for a while, you could not calculate how much, and you find yourself waking in the same vehicle for several hours, your friend still by your side, his hands still the steering wheel.
again fall asleep and suddenly you shake the fear of letting the other fall sleep on the road, blink, make the effort, battle your fatigue, you want to say something but then just can not get to see Bruno's face damp, his eyes fixed on the lines of the highway as if he ran against something, or against someone, go back to fight you, you seem to hear murmuring words you do not understand that you just worried. What to do?, What is said, where are you carrying? You feel your body up, start the car, perhaps out of inertia, and suddenly discover that you think you're in a city that is yours for between flicker quite see the silhouette of the Government Palace and the dark waters of Rimac running frantically. Still hear the whispers and soon, perhaps as in sleep or in dissolution want with the little strength you have left that all this does not end or end once and for all, that the path is infinite and it does not stop driving over it and never reach a destination, a house, to a specific site that forces you to return to what you are, wake up tomorrow at once, recognize you in all things in your room.
