L im a, 1975. She studied Economics Philosophy ay in Peru and later in Holland. Ended, too, a master Peruvian and Latin American Literature at the Universidad Nacional Mayor de San Marcos. For the past ten years has been devoted mainly to teaching courses in humanities and social sciences in Peru (Markham, UPC, UCSUR) and the Netherlands (British School in the Netherlands). He currently resides in the city of Madrid.
has published storybooks "Wind in Proa" (Dedo Critical Lima 2002) and "Rorschach Protocol (PUCP, Lima 2005) and has participated in a series of anthologies that have been confirming their quality and dramatic narrative, for example," Carrero gaffs "Small Resistors 3 - South American short story anthology (Pages Foam, Madrid 2004), also in the Margin Changes (San Marcos, Lima 2002) and Born to lose (Casatomada, Lima 2007. As in "See You in the grove" play that appeared in National Playwriting 2000 (BCR-INC, Lima 2001).
CARRERO gaffs
When he opened the door was more worn than ever.
The Carrero Altamirano I knew that summer of eighty Adriana's house was deserted grimaced, a mediocre integral: indefinite height, features, ideas, a hybrid accomplished, much or little of nothing . Transient was vulgar, almost common cholo not for the membranous skin, the epidermis, so thin that left him pricked up to the light some muscles and a swollen veins. That afternoon, however, was as never before seen: dirty, wrinkled, bearded. The time had removed from the aesthetic mediocrity, now looked like a beggar.
- "I can go? - I had to ask, not to mention the impertinence he was committing to go look.
- Why? - Said - What?
- talk to you.
- Talk? What are we going to talk you and me?
- "I can go?
On a wooden table kinked screw in the solitude of a court, those courts that act as Community hall in the alleys of the Holding, sat down with a quick gesture and leaned back against the adobe wall.
- What? - Me asked, smiling, joking, as if to provoke.
- propose you a business.
suddenly began to bounce on the mulch without sound of laughter that he was convulsing hidden inside.
- And what is the business?
I also tried to lie down in the mud, thinking naively that scrape the shoulder of my shirt against the wall of earth, would ease my tension, and could return the same tone trivial and above all, the same smile still polluting everything in disbelief.
- I want to look for Adriana.
was not easy to tell. He was ready to propose what to me was the only solution to an unbearable problem. I wanted the look, which rolled with it as they once did before Adrian was with me, and finally disposing of it left. Altamirano had been in possession for two years, had exercised their right to property as with any object, sitting invisible shackles from the beginning to ensure fidelity barking, then he landed on his life. Without the latter, she did not stay that mutilated and subconscious craving for him.
- Looking for?
- looking for since, do not play the jerk, tirártela re-excited.
At first, stripped of all the innocence that could have a girl of seventeen years. In a month exhausted all natural sex orthodox dimensions. Then started with innovations I diluted the barrier of what is permissible. When she lost her ability to reluctantly began to carry delusions sadomasochistic nauseous dawn with makeshift acidity ointments and the cloying smell of incense home, finally succumbing to violent and anarchist meetings, where you inflict Carrero unseen hooks dependency and submission .
Are not you supposed to do now that the chamba you? - Asked, this time more confused and less daring
- is not the I do. But you know perfectly well that your excesses ruined it. She thinks it's because you were the first in your life, or because it drains your imagination with his innocence. But I do not think it was any of that: it was just for one day and convinced her the left.
She told me the whole story. When I first tried to approach, had to go through the terrible ordeal of seeing mourn all of a sudden when I touched her hand, when we were alone, when he watched his lips silently. She closed her eyes and her head began to tear defeated by the story that led inside. It was inevitable to tell me all the humiliation to which he had succumbed to some sort of misunderstood love to race as the only way she could feel the demon's memory was being confronted.
- You know that there is nothing unusual - he said, now completely serious -. I got tired and ended the relationship. The problem is that it's a brat and that has been well. But I do not understand what you want to pull me now What's it all that remains contaminated with me? If you've come to surrender any late accounts or fuck ...
- I'm not kidding. I'm serious. I want to dig back to their adventures. Three thousand dollars for the antics that have to do. Mil right now and the rest at the end. Just look it up and I'm sure she accessed. Then just wait. In less than two months will be she who sends you to hell. Then you pay the balance and ready.
- you mad - I said, a little less tense.
- I'm crazy and you need, so just take the money and starts. You have haunt, to convince new tirártela start and wait. No one paid for it, so take advantage.
At his silence, left the money on some residue of sawdust, screw on the table so rotten like him.
front of his family in the street with their friends at the thousands of meetings I went to Adriana, I knew she felt better with a businessman like me, with the anonymous and mediocre Altamirano, who served only in the physical contest. Carrero was a mechanic who lived in the fifth hell and whose education, customs and world collided with Adrian in infinite ways and times. But something should have, because with calloused hands and primitive manner, completely conquered and made even that it postponed all its inconsistencies as to have the uninterrupted enjoyment of their privacy.
I always knew, before, during and after racing, but it was only when that relationship foundered, I began to discover and keep it for me. Adriana
no impact for its beauty but by her intelligence. Impressed in their discussions by the lucidity of his ideas, framed in a smile disforzada, childish waste of recent years, but turned off all his gestures and completely immobilized when the issue appeared Carrero. The friendship had at first let me know the details of this tortuous history. The subject escaped his consistency, annulled, made her recognize that it was as human as anyone, and that Carrero, was the only intelligible temptation of his short life.
When times the drink and the anxiety of the night we stopped at the foot of his bed, and could finally take up the rhythmic bed of pleasure, suddenly, for no reason more clearly than I could guess, released the palm of your hand in the air and less indispensable gestures, I implied that I stop. Forgive me, I said, some other not even that. Be relieved of my weight, burying his face in the pillow and I knew she was crying.
But despite all that, I always had the conviction that had not been chained Adriana Carrero lived throughout history, but simply by the natural pride of being discarded and the frustration logic that such breaks leads. So, if you could turn back time, and then she left him, all the devils die. The proposal made Carrero, therefore, was a way to amend the past. She
access because his passion was still dominated, but as would be aware of what is now risky alternative would not have to fall in the underground. Thus, playing two hands, at some point I should make a feint to withdraw and she led this time by a sound instinct and conscious that it could solve the case in its own way, should get rid of it.
Carrero The first time I called, I was behind everything. Having bother me much reason to confirm that the meeting Adriana readily accepted and assumed that at least for the first time, be limited to the walls of a coffee as clandestine as they are. But I assumed wrong, because it was not half an hour when Altamirano stopped and made to board a taxi. From the hidden place where I could see, left unbridled to follow.
ended up in a Hotel Santa Anita, many miles of that coffee, and half decomposed by the impact, headed back to my house.
The next day I woke up with a stupid curiosity of wanting to know how long he raved at the seedy hotel, and went in the morning, ready to bribe the receptionist for information:
- Carrero's last name, look in the list last night.
- Ah, yes - said not look far - Carrero Altamirano. Was until two, and five hours.
Suddenly another curiosity kept me absurd. I wanted to know if Adriana had registered under another name.
- Miss Adriana Rosas - he said.
had not even bothered to give another name the very asshole, I thought.
- Why a problem? - The guy came back to reality.
- No, no, I just wanted to know who had come Carrero - replied, trying to say anything not to look surprised.
- Do not worry, teacher - he said with a submissive complicity with just a few dollars to buy did not come with a strange woman, that woman is their partner, they come here every Fridays in a while.
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