Penthouse Letters Issue

Bossio Sandra Suarez

Born in Huancayo, Peru. She graduated in Communications at the Universidad San Luis Gonzaga de Ica and opted for the specialty views. In Lima, he worked in the newspaper "El Peruano" and in Huancayo, founded the newspaper "Scoop." He was a founder, along with the critic Manuel J. Baquerizo, of the literary magazine "City Legal." Currently has a column in the newspaper "Mail." Plays a professor in the School of Communication at the Universidad Nacional del Centro.

In 1986, he won a national prize for novel "Alfonso Bouroncle" of Arequipa, with his work "Blood Road" and a year following a meritorious place in the international competition "Manuel Scorza", with it, but decided to publish the novel, considering stylistically immature.
In 1992 his story "The man who spoke to the death" has won a major award in the "The story of 1000 words", Caretas magazine in 1995, his story "Requiem for a Polish pianist" was selected among the best in the contest Juan Rulfo, Paris, France, and in 2000 was a finalist in the Award Cope with "Kassandra." In 2002, won the National Short Story Central Reserve Bank, the largest and best equipped in the country with his novel "The crying in the darkness" which became a hit among readers and critics. It has been translated into English.
In 2008 he published his volume of short stories "Memories of furtive love, now in its third year, and in 2009 the bestselling book of chronicles" Sabatorio: Reflections of a noble savage. "
In 2008 and 2010 won two separate awards at the Latin American news story by Fundación Nuevo Periodismo Iberoamericano in Colombia. By 2011
published his novel "The fauna of the Night" and a horror story in a massive book collection. Has list another novel called "Tomorrow we will be happy" and is writing two short novels.

CHAPTER OF OBSESSIVE

CHAPTER LIII

Wherein is the quarrel that Don Quixote had with a dragon who was able to kill a battalion of soldiers their belches and taste who spent his faithful squire Sancho Panza eating fried buns.

(interrupt my reading to clarify that this morning, before boarding the train that took more than an hour traveling, I found these pages in my mail box in twenty sheets vellum, no a trace to reveal its origin. First impact, it seemed like a bad joke of my unruly students, I teach in a chair Neografia all described as boring. But just check the quality of the sheets and the peculiarities of writing for not closing the possibility that it is a historical document. In addition, the features of the bill, probably hand-lined with black smoke and quill pen, as was common in the early seventeenth century in Spain, reveal a perfect link to the writing of the time of Cervantes. This chapter is not one of the many apocryphal that roll around the world, could belong to the first quarter of the book Don Quixote de la Mancha, work Alcala summit Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra, dedicated to the Duke of Bejar, and published in 1605. Continue with my reading.) After the incident
goatherd whose noses were bruised and the player against the penitents who were in supplication for rain, the bold knight Don Quixote and his squire Sancho Panza will fly the other way in search of new adventures. The fact was that the district was burning hot, and the gutters were dry and parched earth, so that people did not leave their villages, and there were no dealers, and grocers (ie, traders), much less water carriers by roads. Don Quixote, standing on his weary horse, and put in their cans champion, endured hell but the poor Sancho Panza did not run the same fate, because his ass gasping heat and just dragging their feet. While in this, he began to cry Don Quixote, saying
"Look, my dear squire, once again our fates appear complacent, because there at the bottom we discover a dragon the size of a hill, to whom I undertake in this instantly with my sword and my shield, to dedicate a victory to my lady Dulcinea del Toboso, that woman with more beauty; lineage and not in the world. Sancho Panza
But, tired of crawling to the side of his donkey to give the scope, only saw a large mound.
-only see a small hill "He answered and abandoned mine entrance.
"Of course you have not toiled in sets of knights-errant Don Quixote said," because there clearly see a giant dragon with scaly skin and wings plucked, lies sleeping with all pacedumbre. Is the tail of the size of an oak trunk and ears as fienestras (ie, windows) of a castle.
- Good God! Sancho Panza said wiping the sweat off his hat. Again with the same. If there is no dragon there, but just an abandoned mine, with its entrance to revere, and that calling sopladeros fienestras are just where the excavators extracted the mineral. And lest that again the donkey to the wheat and insist their mercy in combat with a hill as it did with the mills on one of our first outings.
(Sancho Panza is clear that references to the episode of the windmills, become the flagship of the series. We must stop another moment to consider the font of the manuscripts. On the narrowness of the characters, ligatures the top and the speed of your stroke, you could say that this is a procedural point courtiers models. But if we notice the inclinations of the axes to the left and the eyelets full of ink, we could also say that it is bulat writing with features Carolinians. I am inclined the second possibility. Recall that from 1440, the writers of manuscripts used a "littera format called" bastard ", which from the sixteenth century led to the Bulat, so named because it was the one used to write the papal bulls. Whereas the writing began to degenerate into 1690, and that Cervantes was calligrapher public before being collector in Granada, was the venture that he used for his writing.)
But Don Quixote was so loud that it was a fabulous lizard , who thrived against the warnings of Sancho Panza, saying
"You, too, have touched the charms of my perfidious enemies Sancho, so you see things as they please. And
prepared for combat, straightening the breastplate of the armor, adjusting the helmet, enristrando his spear, frightened and screaming that the big birds:
-Non refuah my goad (which means, more or less "does not shrink from my spear") child of low birth, and receive the punishment of a gentleman. And without loss
spurred Rocinante and launched into a gallop against the mound of earth to shot through. (Let's clear that the old gentleman, at this point, the Spurs lost twice, while calls greaves boots in the book were stolen by the followers Gines de Pasamonte after helping them to get rid of the king's guards. On the side of the text, it should be noted that the manuscript emendations and stamps can be taken as evidence of a valuable first draft. At that time, as we know, manuscripts should first obtain a license before moving on to monarchical scribes after the correction, and finally graduated to the printer. As this chapter was in the draft, we gather that this is an original Cervantes in your own handwriting. The monotonous clatter of the train starts to coo.) Once done, shook the mound, and rotting wood input collapsed leaving open the gallery veins. And seeing this, Don Quixote said:
- By the beard of Peter the Botero! I so badly wounded to luenga beast and I left with gaping jaws. And when Sancho Panza
was at his side, Don Quixote turned to brag because I thought that really hurt their offense had the death of the dragon and that this work would be eternal glory. His squire lazy voice said:
"If that makes you happy, so, my lord, but it's time to go our way that doubles the heat in these provinces.
"Not so, brother Sancho," said Don Quixote. Are you afraid that the beast was exalted? He said it is dying and I reaffirm it. And being thus presents a new opportunity for adventure that only a man like me can run: enter the lizard himself and take his heart to offer it to my lady Dulcinea fermosísima, as did Perseus, the demigod, with the not so beautiful Andromeda. Sancho Panza
shuddered
-See Don Quixote, "said the febledad (ie, with extreme weakness. The exhaustion takes over my eyelids and I need to relieve the burning scrub. Must be the smoke and Char the train. But so little discomfort, like traveling back to the place, something I always hated, is not to stop reading this disturbing chapter, denied the world for reasons that do not quite understand) that was causing the sudden change, "not a time for new sets. Well may you, sir, do we continue our journey to reach the town before lunch. Hear how my guts grind beans frisuelos remembering yesterday we ate last night.
replied our Don Quixote
"Let me tell you, Sancho, you're a golimbrón Majagranzas and only think about eating, and forgive, and that's it, but I do not desist from this adventure.
(With this, the author more or less meant, "Let me tell you, Sancho, you're a fool and a glutton." Concerning font, have emerged as the available evidence, the roundness of the forms, the decrease in the length of pastures and falls, and the tendency to draw loops in open letters "that betray a English variant of the Latin bulat. It's a beautiful letter, in addition, dynamic and elegant. Continue).
And so tight legs against the horse, rushed to the mine entrance. Rocinante, so hungry and sweaty as it was, was afraid of the dark, and refused to enter. Don Quixote instigated even more, but the noble animal still refused, and refused as the gentleman had to dismount and give him a ladazo on the lips: "No
cowards need squires or irrational beasts to face the enemy, "he said giving splashes. Fijodalgo With my skills I have enough and more.
So saying this, and armed only with his shield, entered the gallery of the mine with the understanding that was entering the mouth of the dragon. Since this is, as it moved was spotted in the gloom and thought he recognized every step of the dragon's teeth, the tongue of the dragon, the dragon's throat, and as darkness increasing accretion, is restrained and touched the walls were wet and that he thought were the drool monster animal. Cursing does not have a torch for light, followed onwards. Despite the darkness and the steep, despite the cries of Sancho Panza, who was making warnings from the weather, Don Quixote did not desist. Animábale remembrance of the brave knights who to marry their princesses had the king, his master, the heart of the Dragons defeated. I was thinking in these victories, so astounded and moved within them, or other glories some sticking to his memory. But the mine adentrura soon began to expel feamientos (ie, ugliness) converted to air, and Don Quixote said in a loud voice to listen to his squire: "I
confused way, Sancho, because instead of finding the heart I found the colossus intestines. And what a rude animal that must be related to you, or you should happen to him because the same thing you boot stage, and is safe for Rozos of garbanzuelo and mitadenco sanco of pork and pork are delicacies for its swallows, but not for its dump, and just like you suffer from such devastating winds back as montoneras of Ginesillo of Parapilla.
(It is clear to note that Parapilla is a ubiquitous character in Cervantes' work, although throughout the book appears under different names: Ginesillo of Parapilla and Gines de Pasamonte, the First Party, and Master Peter, the puppeteer, the II. For a moment I thought that this chapter belonged not to the Quixote of Cervantes, but the apocryphal Quijote Alonso Fernández de Avellaneda, published in 1614 in clear conflict with the original author. There is, however, a reason for leaving for granted, at least hypothetically, the author Cervantes, Martin de Riquer scholar opened a door from various indications, modes of writing, rave, clumsy style, which could expose Jerome Pasamonte as the true author of the apocryphal book of Don Quixote. And if we consider that the three characters listed above are inspired precisely Jerónimo de Pasamonte, who mocked Cervantes in the extreme, we deduce that this is the work of Cervantes and Avellaneda not).
And Don Quixote said, not realizing that sales were not dragon, but azófares vapors, and still went on, but the fumes became so unbearable, that the fearless andante had to retreat and leave a hurry to give screams:
"No more, fixed the great whore, it is said, no more I stay in your internal" and saying this was escaping with his windpipe become a Febres. By now you've won, but again facerte battle, and complete yourself, interlinings and tear (ie, gut) as did the walking from elsewhere.
came to light when the sun was still fierce, Don Quixote was launched by dust, neck stuck both hands, and rolling on the floor began to gasp with rage.
Moments earlier, while I was lost in the gallery of minerals, several passersby had come to Sancho Panza, attracted by the voices of warning retobar gave his master, and among these some had an overseer, a pastor, a young bet he had lost an eye in a war, and a sutler that offered muffins buttery. (This narrative structure is particularly Cervantes' main event ended, the narrator introduces new characters to extend the chapter with the personal history of each. We talked about the famous chapter returner, so fashionable in the "Novecento" Italian who came to use later English writers of the Renaissance and Baroque. The burning in my eyes progress: at times I skip the letters on paper, such as grasshoppers, and in the effort to catch them, my corneas are filled with tears. However, I must not stop, I have an urgent need to move forward). To see Don Quixote on the floor, giving cough and phlegm, the sutler basket gave the squire and was in aid of the wounded, and already gave him air his side the edge of her apron. Men, however, only watched. So the woman, looking up, he said,
-Capones skittish, at least bring water to this poor man, better if wine. Did not look so gaunt and sickly? Insurance are bloody coughs of consumptive (ie, tuberculosis. My train stops constantly to colorful people, heading to the mountains, and steam from the pistons are inserted through the windows cracked every time resumes the march with rude jerks between cars).
men, fueled by the cries of women, ran for water, which in those parts there was not much, and as Sancho Panza to the basket sat in the shade of an Aleppo that was there. The woman did not throw enough of air to Don Quixote, and did not realize that the wolverine of the squire was giving end with all the muffins, and talked with his mouth full praising delight of frying and seasoning, and that even the donkey gave him a looking at him with hunger. Men soon returned with a water chestnut. The woman washed her Don Quixote and gave him drink, saying, "Drink
, good man, at least we have to offer water in this village.
-Ni'm good man, or get water from my enemies, "said Don Quixote half drowned. I fidalgo gentleman and I will not drink the potion of my rivals.
cupcakes's wife stood up, upset, and asked slapping skirts:
- Is and appreciates the patience that we had with you?
"Yes, and more," said Don Quixote. Why not create disguised as something to fool people this gentleman too much know you are the heralds of the sorcerers who become inanimate giants and dragons to pass myself off as crazy.
Like the woman did not know what Don Quixote spoke, turned away from him, while the other men to lift acomedían, falándolo of both arms. Once all stood, the gentleman asked the three farmhands:
- And who are you?
-Farmers in these parts, "said the foreman.
-lies, "said Don Quixote. You are heralds of evil, my scoundrels enemies of those whom my beloved Dulcinea has also stolen my heart, and listen to what I Propose.
And so we proposed to each tell their story to show that men were peaceful and not sent to the casters, to which the men accepted. The first to speak was, of course, the foreman, who was tall and sharp, much as the same gentleman, but it's beard: "My name Riobaldo
and as your worship can see, I'm road-initiated. I'm not from here, because I was born in Fregenal de la Sierra, and small came from the border as an intern spinning. My trouble started at the age of the soldiers (seventeen years or so it was when the subjects were submitted to the militias. If soldiers speak, we must remember that Jerónimo de Pasamonte and Cervantes, forming different thirds agreed on several battles in the Mediterranean, and then dating their enmity. I had to close my eyes for a while, because the heat is unbearable, and now I'm back to reading, the vision begins to nublárseme), the death of my employers, who gave their souls as a result of a plague sheep , leaving me homeless. There was hunger, elegant gentleman, and a boy of that age do not have the Seseras to face life. The need led me to become a rogue thief, and I walked from here to there, until I did something great, then, was used as the bars and perendecas, struck up a good night's game with a bully and he desired Villaviciosa contrapunteáramos the lute, and I'm that good festive, plus coplera and tenth gladly accepted the bet and as the opponent was a trooper, I suggested that the prize was his wagon business, and so began the evening, and spent, believe you, two days and good nights tirelessly song . I sang something, and something I answered the overcoat, which was also rhapsody and bon vivant, and sang as we went the voice. And when all were the event of parity, I sang unctuous as follows: "In the stone of the hill / was crushed an iguana, / skinny, wrinkled and pouter, / looked just like your sister." And then I, I have the answers to drool yolk provided in time to the lute, he replied: "Do not talk about whether you want the truth, / then just live in a poor wage, / you do not make the farmer and wrong, that the iguana is actually your mother. " Thus, kind sir, as I did the wagon, and since then I live driving charges for these rounds.
- Ah! Curious story, sir, "said Don Quixote mayoral twirling his mustache. And have lost the habit of the verses?
"Well, no," answered the overseer. From time to time I do it in a tavern.
(Figón means mounted low tavern. I make another bracket to rethink something: I read somewhere that Cervantes, Avellaneda furious after seeing his malicious company, decided to change the plan of the novel, Don Quixote sending Barcelona and making knowledgeable the accursed book, which was ridiculed. He also wrote several individual chapters corresponding to the first part of Don Quixote, redoing some passages and increasing others to enter the apocryphal book of contradictions. I also remember that spent some episodes, known as the "chapters cursed "and written with an ink that distinguished" the vengeance of their enemies).
Don Quixote went on and asked the second man in history:
"I am," replied he with an arrogance that did not fit into their skins, and one who feeds a flock of three hundred bastonea testuces. Call me and I have also Fredegund a story to tell, because as I understand, I'm really lost son of the monarch, the queen ordered that the impostor delivering tenured kill a pastor who went through the castle. Look, man, the pastor took with me when I was just bawling, and the forest took his chopper to open my Bandullos (ie, stomach) but he had compassion on these olive green eyes, like the king, our lord, and also this pink leather look, and also sure this hair blond and curly, clearly shows the lineage of my crib, and deceived the wicked queen with andorgas (ie, intestines) of a fawn. So I became one more of the children's pastor, and when everyone left, I stayed with him and my adoptive mother to care for them, which is what I do now, and I just hope that it gets for the end to sell the herd and go to recover my kingdom.
Don Quixote was in good spirits when she heard the story of the shepherd:
-Marche "he said. It is really interesting history and if I had no other tasks in those lands, I would offer my help to redress this wrong knight and regain his throne.
"I do not need help from anyone," countered the pastor, smirking, because everything she said was a big lie to make fun of Don Quixote. I can do it alone.
Don Quixote turned to the third man, the boy, aged twenty, who had lost an eye, and pry:
- And you, bad boy look, which story we have booked?
"I am a soldier, sir," replied the young patron, and have lived a drama never ceases to continue.
- A drama? "Asked Don Quixote.
-A drama, yes, is that since this beardless lad by the name of Alicinio has served the king's army, and has been a cattle drover, and has been a legionnaire, and has been harquebusier, and has been Ascar, and a battle against the Barbary has had the misfortune of losing his right eye, and after that everybody forgot about him, and his other colleagues who had no use for further discussion. (The verb "discuss", then, had no meaning today, meant to fight with weapons involved. I've thought Jerónimo de Pasamonte and, while you close your eyes to deaden the pain, remember its source Aragon and writer's craft, for before he had composed his biography, whose military episodes served to illustrate passages from Cervantes Don Quixote. Certain expressions and phrases of this biography pasamontina precisely served the researchers to relate to Alonso Fernandez de Avellaneda Jerónimo de Pasamonte. Some even saw in the apocryphal Quijote direct intervention of the Holy Office, which sought to replace the liberal Quijote Quixote Cervantes by sticking closer to Orthodox precepts of the church. The latter, however, a hypothesis seems unreliable. I rather think Pasamonte, looking recognized in the first part of Don Quixote, which is described with cruelty, and noting that Cervantes used passages from his biography without his consent, decided to give writing a second replica of the book under a false name, harangues and the hatreds of Manco de Lepanto). So is the monarchy, my Sir, uses his subjects for war and feed and pay only when they can discuss, but when defending the flag because you lose an eye or lose a leg or lost an arm, is missed the troops as a dog corrupted. (This paragraph confirms that the manuscript has not yet passed by the royal court, therefore, have done anyway had been purged by the scathing criticism policy involved. A moment ago I stopped reading to go back to the toilet of the train, and cracked the mirror, I discovered something awful: my eyes have started bleeding). And that was with me, brave sir, and from walking with empty guts and bloody bandages on his head, say in the neighboring town with this lady, whom I used to help you prepare to sell cupcakes and leave her . Thus ended the waiter
history. Don Quixote said: "I understand
lordship is unfair sometimes, young fifth, and here I am submitting giants and villains, and villains, and dreadful dragons breath, defeating precisely because I injustice. But having heard her cry, do not think it quite dramatic, since I see this woman here has been employed and home insurance pittance.
"True, Sir Knight, but the drama worse than living in the wars I've found here with this lady, because no one had grabbed me so fiercely blows, and even seem to Agotónica, which is the name the offender, belonging to their ranks who have overcome in countless battles. It is sad, kind sir, because hunger and I need to follow the evil side of this woman beating me daily grind, and I called to her bedside as often as you want, and if not pleased as expected, because he brought back the wheat, and rain of blows on these poor bones. Tell me if it is not a drama. Now if you had a nickel to go to another town, I may end my losing streak.
Feeling compassion for the weeping of the young soldier, Don Quixote took a real five of his pocket and handed it as a tip to calm their spirits. The lad received the bitch (slang of the time alluded to the loose change. I know that Jerónimo de Pasamonte spent the last years of his life with a huge persecution complex, thinking beings constantly threatened by hell trying to poison him, and blaming Cervantes its evils. I also know that due to premature blindness, obtained a residence in Naples, which earned him a monetary reward and excused him forever from the active militia) and put it in the breast to her employer not to see. And that there were voices on the other side, where Sancho Panza and rested beneath the Aleppo ass, and when everyone returned, they found Agotónica shouting and raising their arms as demanded a storm. All were to her, and when they were nearby, heard the woman told the squire
-Miserable, rapacious robber, and he raised SAYUELA sleeves. If you've gobbled up all the buns! On top of sharing them with your dirty ass you refuse to pay me! Sancho Panza
defended himself by saying that, upon receiving the basket with fried croutons, had assumed that she was so hungry watching gifts. He said further that he had no money to pay them. His words were that Agotónica ride more in anger and his rough hands Rushed for attack:
- You have seen, to eat without paying, and lie down for a nap with the greatest impudence! "He cried. But this is not so, of course not, now I collect the cupcakes at the touch of joint.
So saying, Agotónica, big as a beast, was launched on the squire and finally a thud. And poor squire shouted in pain and arms covered with rain of kicks, and the spittle of Agotónica, and when Don Quixote deemed sufficient punishment, yearling intervened to calm the women, saying: "Have you
affability, Mrs. and lady, stop hitting my squire, who is going to leave me all broken and breathless to save the ridges.
Upon hearing this, he turned to the gentle Agotónica Don Quixote, who was standing there showing his long figure, and without saying a word picked up the basket with soil and it was over:
"If you're to blame for this, take pity starving and take and take and take.
After somantina (Ie beating. My eyes are more and more wounded, but I will not lose heart, continue to end) during which the three men laughed as they can be, not just the beatings, but also for making a mockery badly Don Quixote, knight and squire were roughly handled and embarrassed. When Agotónica left, followed by three men who actually were their neighbors, the aching Don Quixote said to Sancho Panza as he took off the straw which had been on his shoulders:
"I hope that these shock warning, friend Sancho and abandon forever the sin of gluttony, which in a Christian like you is unforgivable.
"He who must teach a lesson to this is your honor, "replied Sancho. I hope that no more battles with windmills, and more attempts to release the slaves, no more attacks on procesionantes, no more false skirmishes with dragons.
"You really are a coward," said Don Quixote, Sancho, "but I recognize it as my friend, and because they say I'm stubborn and I have contempt, ears do what you propose, and I turn away from the contingencies and skirmishes. I think my adventures in the fields have come to an end.
Sancho was enthusiastic about the words of Don Quixote, but he said nothing, letting the gentleman continued:
"Well, yes, mate Sancho I have to relegate the adventures that both fears, but let me tell you not to fear, like you, but as a precaution, because I want you away to Rocinante and the dangers that beset me, and if you thought otherwise, or if you'd say otherwise , will be wrong from beginning to end.
Hearing this, Sancho Panza smiled, and finally spoke: "Then
more adventurous, brave sir.
"No more adventures on the sidewalks, squire," said Don Quixote. I have other plans to keep running sets.
- What plans are those?
Rocinante Don Quixote went over, climbed on it, noting its fine silhouette against the glare of the horizon and explained: "I enclaustraré
in an abbey, and ask fusca sheets and pen, and write an endless story fake, a romance of many episodes.
"A romance," said Sancho, also riding on his donkey, interested in what Don Quixote had just revealed. I already want to read to enjoy it, sir, I would like now. And what will your story? Don Quijote
encouraged the horse to give back:
"Very simple" he said. It will be the story of a soldier, a poor madman named Cervantes Saavedra, Azan Pasha bey prisoner, Lepanto fighter who believes writing the adventures of a gentle knight of La Mancha.
(I am convinced, now that I can see nothing and, stunned, train people around me to make sure my eyes are bleeding constantly, I've been watching all this time the damn manuscript Cervantes, who, with the wise knowledge he had for his job as a calligrapher, he wrote in ink toxic to pervert the eyes of their enemies, mainly Jeronimo de Pasamonte, and, now, some onlookers who shot the world).