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/ If it is seen that not only the future but the past, enters the realm of possibility / I Aspe six, had dictated a woman's voice on the phone, but do not write anything because he thought he could never forget a name so loud direction. Paid and left the booth for soaking up the atmosphere of the street brand. All summer sun falling to the bottom this morning over the center of Elx. "Aspe seisss. Assspe sei. It sounded like a formula, as the title of an art project or civil engineering ... In any case, the common denominator to all the analogies seemed to be encrypted that word left his lips unconsciously escape. -Future. And a young Lusitano coming in the opposite direction, very pretty with her chiffon dress, but clearly overwhelmed by the shopping bags, catching the fly that word lost, said with a sneer that revealed his natural vanity. Sure he played a compliment. Good for her! Soon you found and took to the streets indicated, straight from the street down to the Palm, then, at the height of Post and turn right. All such things that Marisa had told him by telephone. The poster of the next street, in fact, put "Aspe", and numbering started there from scratch, since it was a cut that began in the middle of the block. Aspe street rushed in a steep ramp in the direction of the famous "Palm" that barely glimpsed down there in the distance, the clutter and static of their yellow cups. Seeing the written record there, exposed and within reach of any mortal, a point not dispel the fantasies stimulated by the sound of such a word since it was said. While not even pay attention to the fact that it was imminent and a few meters from its destination. The house that just Marisa, whom he had contacted through a newspaper's classified "information." "It kids need to house services to gentlemen in Elx "II In fact the boy had traveled by train from Alicante, and that first day Marisa car had picked him up at the door of the bus station in Elche. But as I think it is just hanging out with so many wanderings in the stories, I thought it would be convenient to start from here. Only now I think that it is not just aesthetic refrain from telling me how Marisa Rubio acknowledged on the website of the station, and in turn, how this guy realized that it was her. Silly things but if my intuition does not fail, you always question when blind dates, own or others. And in this regard, Rubio was able to verify from experience that all these fears and prejudices are diluted in the moment two strange looks and longing collide to produce, as enemy swords, the communion of the spark. The spark in the good eye of Marisa, that the right had it ruined and ferrule. "Go paint of my buddy!" It was more or less what could Rubio decoding the gestures of the lady in the red Seat, the time she was delayed in bringing the car to the curb. "And this guy who sends him to see!" But what he actually said was cross-eyed: "Upload", pushing out the car door. A bus urging them the horn sounded and the boy hastened his walk shifting to dive within. - What is your name? -Jose modestly the boy lied. "Jose, I am Marisa. Encantada. And he held out a hand loose and plump, stuffed with metal rings and rhinestones. Nails, neatly carved unglazed but, again taking a position on the shift lever closing like a phalanx of hoplites in turtle position. "Do you mind if I have rushed to baptize Ruben for the ad, right? What is the name used to it bring? - What ad? "The newspaper, kid. That yesterday, after you called, I sent out today to put it. There are things to waste time. Completed the sentence down the radio volume, with a vexed gesture while mechanical and casting nervous glances in the mirror, initiated a regulatory maneuver to take the road going in reverse Aspe, just under half a block. Parked on the sidewalk and killed the engine. "I suppose you have experience in this, right Jose. "Yes. "With men, I say. Have you been working? "Sure ... but where is local? For answer Marisa down and waited near the front of an old house with the door closed by a heavy wooden shutter. More than half closed, the blind rotten sash threatened to break off his plane on the marble doorstep, about a foot high line the sidewalk. On the stretch that showed off the shutter, you could see the bottom of a wooden door with two leaves, which soon gave silent Marisa's hand. Rubio pushed the car door having a look around, while women activated the insurance before disappearing like a ghost, or a mouse, into the dark interior of the house. III An interesting part of the conversation in the car that had also decided to cut hastily: "Let me guess ... you are Argentine. "Warm, Warm ..." Well, you know you're a weirdo? Rubio could not suppress a nervous laugh that infected healthy to pander and expanded as a beneficial gas throughout the cabin. "You're handsome, masculine and very quiet, three things that rarely occurs in people's environment. And now you come with that of "Warm, warm." What mystery? "No mystery, Marisa. At most is that I'm a little nervous. And with that "warm, warm" I mean that you did not get a hair. "Ya, ya. Never mind. So ...? "So, I'm from Montevideo, Uruguay. A small country right next to the Argentina. "There, that's nice what you're saying words with an accompanying drop melancholy neck. - Do you know? - Do I know? I was born in Salto Uruguay. - Do not tell me! Now that's weird. "But of course I do not know if that's what can be called knowledge. My true memories are just beginning in Madrid, where I grew up. The others are like mirages made images of both my mother pounding her stories and photos, I have stuck. "Sure, that's what usually happens. We will never know what we are ... But it seemed no longer interested Marisa hear nothing but the voices inside removed. Voices obviously pleased, in spite of its questionable legitimacy, because even then he returned and helped to shape patent obscured parts of its history, neglected and buried treasures X by the unfathomable vagaries of life growing in urgent situations and taking arbitrary decisions, such as forgetting, misrepresent, among many others. "Images of a gigantic, dark river," continued the lady, almost as wide sea. My father past away and was admitted into the current, standing on a black rock, fishing for these celebrities ... gold? Do I say right? You corrected. The boy nodded, smiling. "I look at it from the coast so small, just a bombachudo and wearing a hat, a upa of my poor mother. The legs in the cold, like a tornado passing through the rocks. A pungent smell of iron ... if, as I said, even these minute details I have been engraved. Rubio let go. He smiled in a nebula condensed around many unexpected family references. However mentally kept pinching his conscience to keep alert and full height of the circumstance. Far from being offended or frightened, the boy condescended to the rapture of that perfect and, therefore, potentially dangerous stranger, yéndole at par. Because, relatively speaking, sensed a close and, as it were, spiritual, linking him to the unscrupulous prostitute-turned, to claims of age, matron of a brothel. Uruguay, like him. Squint one eye, and lame from a few years ago he also (and this story of the somatic dimension that ultimately achieve certain stigmas). Natural slave of a vicious, self-destructive, miserable, prone to be seduced by dark passions, and still on the strong finish of a detail: the endless imagination of the father as a diffuse spot, distant, unreachable, standing with his reel on a black rock Salto Uruguay, focused on redeeming the golden utopia. - What how that ended up coming back? "Was what happened at that time to ask Rubio. "That's what I never knew how to respond clearly. If we were in the forties, with all the scroll of the second war, what again! There was a problem because, with my grandmother, who in those days was a widow, alone and poor. They say that Grandpa got sick since we left a few months and died of sadness. Dad sent him money to the grandmother to take a flight from Madrid, but there was no way to convince her to get on the plane. Overall, he had to leave a good job and travel. There the problems started. The old woman stood at five minutes Barajas. He stopped the taxi, because it urinated and other ugly things that come to mind. "I can not believe it, hahaha. But what a crazy old woman ... - Crazy? What? What do you think had to do the poor Shell in Uruguay, with seventy years and the husband still warm underground? - And then? "My father. Poor! Nothing more was to come that they were already recruiting for a car of these films. Almost two years in reserve many months in a hospital in B. .. "The hell for all projects. "Well, of course. We had to go back and learn to live on charity that we were cousins \u200b\u200bof my mother, and then came to learn that also some women who frequented trade. Where, after a few years, and by pure family tradition was that I came to learn. While waiting for the light to give the green to cross the avenue, opened a parenthesis of silence. Traffic on 0:30 the day included a nest removed panicking. Marisa lit a cigarette, took two or three puff and spit it out. He then pushed the glasses up and put the maximum air conditioning. He acted like a man. "By the way," he continued, how about working in Uruguay? You come there to pursue prostitution? -Con the name of Lucas, one night of partying, I offered to gentlemen. Out of curiosity. - How many? "Ten or twelve. "That's fine. And you let penetrate? "It was not necessary. The guys wanted something else. - Do not look!, Always the same with these pigs. And how come ahead. -19 X 5. - Jolines! Be careful with the girls then. - What girl? - My girls! And you present them. They also are Argentine. - ...? "I still conserve the warm skin there. What is the secret? IV Now we come to the portal. Downhill walk from the road, or parking his red Seat Marisa. As they like. The issue is that there is a sign on the wall that says "6" next to the wooden shutter down to just over half. Stooping to enter, and pushing one of the door leaves, the tinkle of glass beads caller welcomes. - Hi girls! Where are you beautiful? The first room is in darkness. The smell of wood furniture, heavy metal and gender. With a soundtrack of radio, coming from a room on the left wing, are slowly appearing on shelves, the contours of a thousand tacky trinkets design of other centuries: a Jewish candelabrum with seven dark bronze arms, the gleam of silver and a complete set of tea, Chinese, in a display case, thousands of fans and chipped porcelain antique dolls, faded tapestries thinning the air with an acrid stench . "Come on, is this way. Remember what I said, otherwise the business will be completed soon. The girls smoked a loose leg in an adjacent room. They start a radio station and all Latinos and musk smelled like nail polish remover. It was like being in a hairdresser or a small clothing factory. Two sofas together angled cushions stuffed zebra occasion, around a low table with surface glass protecting a Japanese print, slip. And those two girls in red. They looked like sisters. "I present to Pepe. Reuben, for customers. And, what do you imagine that? He's Argentinian, like you. The girls raised with involvement in view of their nails. Studied with small eyes piercing to the newcomer, the lime suspended halfway, then burst into a contagious laugh. "Ya, Ya. You need not make fun Is not he handsome? "Gorgeous, Dona Maria, if not the young man laughed. Rubio, embarrassed, asked his saints the chance of waking up or disappear. "Too bad, dear heart, do not remember are Venezuelan. "Let's see. Of course I remember, girls. I meant is that you are all of South America. By then, the girls stood up and saluted the rookie fresh kisses, near the corner. The madam looked delighted the candid picture of his coterie, sighing with a hint of healthy envy against the details of cheerful welcome. He took a couple of times a look at your watch with the corner of my good eye, after which conclusive waved rhythmically slapping her thighs in her lap. "I'll leave alone for a while. I have things to do. On the two I'll be back with lunch, so now, to work. And before leaving, "Pepe, approach. I will entrust my phone to work. Is that I include in the notice, until you have your own. The boy approached, visibly moved, and reached out to take the tiny device. "Maybe some guys call Murcia: Carlos and Fernando, if I remember correctly. Tell them how to get there. For now, I wish you luck, and you know ... Well, nothing. And it was the only living eye winking. And the imperceptible click painted eyelids closed in the air force continued until long after they had left. V-My little boy was in Caracas, with my mother ... "cartoon balloons, sleeping or thinking projected upward in a gesture of waterlogged eyes, above your neck, the red hair. - Oh, my Daddy, who is in Miami ...! -Hasty, and in the same plaintive tone than the other, the brunette. I promised to come in December to get married. He knows nothing of this, of course ... Rubio listened intently, keeping chaste silence, just wondering why those two full sex and need excuses, just in front of him. "That's how I told you, I also came to Europe for this, but to be an artist ... The latter was Moni, the redhead. Morena's features, but very white skin and delicate, Monica always regretted being a "family girl", back in Caracas, and with "several suitors appropriate to their feet." But after finishing high school, with more than enough scoring, had entered the teaching profession, and before long had been dazzled by the figure of one imponte Renato Noe, who coordinated courses in high school drama. An older man, single or widowed, in decline of his acting career, but whose manhood was still ponderadísima among young women. The guy just after Moni inflame a burning passion and an embryo untimely, had left her for another younger admirer, who eventually married. "His name is Jeremiah, concluded tearfully, my baby. A beautiful name that I remembered, during delivery, stories from the Bible that my grandmother told me. There was then a long silence pothole. A time-out which could not be said, and at this point, if Musi, the country girl and the boy cried or smiled again. - And you? "Cried the red-haired high school, then to recover, addressing the boy. - Do I ...? Ah, mjm. Nothing unusual. My brother married my girlfriend. - Do not say! "Said Moni. "If I know something of these things ..." she managed to continue Musi, heartbroken. "Hush, let it continue ... "Nearly ten years of couples, Ja! Ehh ... it was more than six with the two at the same time, so ... here I am. I do not know what will have to see what I mean with your question ..., ma'am. - Yeah, baby!, No "his" or "ma'am." Call me Monica. -Monica. Cool ... I ... - Moni!, I prefer ... And here, fellow musicians. You see, in English sounds like a really cool theme: Money & Music. Money and Music! - ... I called Rubio "said the boy. - ... and do not be shy, little treasure ... "Quéeee?! "Rubio? Do you hear, Musi? It's called "Blonde." - But if you are too dark!, What a joke! "Actually my name is Hernán, but boy I said Rubio. - What can you tell why? The boy blushed. And then get up, hawk and made no sense to spin around the room, said that for now prefer to stay on the subject. "It's a very intimate thing ..., say, a mole, or a" defect "of birth. But calm, nothing that can infect and kill me. The girls, intrigued, respectfully kept his composure, but with evident signs of having been affected by the enigma that the boy had left half solved. Musi continued to work their perfect nails with a file, while reviewing his phone Moni affected concentration. "Sure, it was decided finally to go brunette," I understand that children muchisísimo mark a more severe course. Are forever. Just as naturally create the link between the parents. But do not forget that love, especially when the first, though not conducted on children, it leaves an indelible mark. And if when we were together, me and Daddy, back in Caracas, and all the love in the world came to stop ... And here we parted started crying in abundance. - For what I have to do here in Spain? If you know who got to put him in the head around to get rich by going to Miami! Rubio, at first, also cried a little, watching the few minutes until the brunette impenetrable joy crumbled. And he did not know what to do, did what he saw to the other partner. Bringing the body. Warm. Hold the presses bloodless neck with loving hands and, finally, also kissing. Kissing, in pairs, delicate skin and moistened with tears of the neckline of a 25 year old girl. Drinking, and as soon unwittingly salt hundred and fifty billion hot turgid up or breasts or mouths of women adrift in a world where unfortunately for them, it means even a little more than the word "nothing." And the boy, who inadvertently being a man, so mean. Besant nothing. The sting that I felt more then being discovered he found his back. Your shoulders, torso, chest tire, among many other powers Musi he came to discover with your claim. How beautiful they were! And then, without hesitation, the boy pulled down his pants to expose his belly girls payo. A lank hair and almost invisible, as bleached, barely enough to obscure quarter of the trunk of a penis out of the ordinary. Something truly novel, but not too monstrous, if not slender and delicate proportions. A purple vein, of a size that sometimes you can see on the back of certain athletic forearms, said the structure of the machine. With the same speed as the boy came back to cover, and before either Latin recover his breath, sprawled on the far side of the zebra couches, took out a cigarette and started smoking. There was a phone. Moni fumbled with his delicate little hand sculpted nails in a white pouch and then cleared his throat, he answered. "Hello ... Come, father, you tell me how much you want spend ... Yes, Daddy, I'm very good. Yes Yes ... But leave and to spend on mobile and come to here, we have everything you can think of ... Yeah, that's the cost, you decide. So far, handsome. Meanwhile, Musi had increased the volume of the radio and dancing, making gestures to the boy to accompany her. "It deserves a toast, do not you think? The ones you go cock, Rubio! With how small you are. - God Save me, baby! Moni exclaimed, still clutching the phone, "you bring a lot more there 20x5. You're a phenomenon. "Besides looking. Will be filled with money, but I do not think this is the right place. You deserve better. Murcia Perhaps ... but what I say!, Barcelona and Madrid to you are boy. How old you say? "Nineteen. - Nineteen!, But boy, what do not you at school? "I finished school, what you believed? - What about your parents, you do know about it? "Of course not. My father, today, is president of Uruguay. He does not notice me. And my mother died. That is, just died a few months ago. A car accident, leaving Villajoyosa. Maybe ... "I heard about this I said he deserved a toast. Want to go to the farm in search of beer? Here you go. All cans hits. "Okay. VI Before leaving, the boy grabbed his phone and the money he stretched Musi. Not without a fit of modesty content, the latter, because the sad reality was, for a time, bring empty pockets. But what joy when the caller of the door glass run his music, giving way to some logical and calm fears that the head Rubio's no longer locked. Then rushed like a mouse scurrying through the gap left by the blind. The paving of the streets reverberated Aspe under midday sun to split the earth and forced to put on dark glasses. He smiled. The music and bustle of the girls was heard outside. Going to view the street in both directions, he acknowledged, a few meters, the awning of a grocery store. He crossed the street and got into the local conditioning. While waiting at the counter for someone to attend, took a look at an ad script, stuck on the side of the slicer. "It takes a particular monitor for children with dyslexia. For contacts, see here. "Afterword Carlos and Fernando finally called and appeared at the home of Marisa on six. By then had returned bawd and out again several times, annoyed that the only one who had known arrange a visit that afternoon was Musi. Carlos was a little gypsy toast, about 27 years, moody and short with words. You could say that was all I had to pretty. Spent the evening smoking dope and talking to Pepe in a waiting room of the rear wing of the house, tiny, painted pink, with a cooler, which they soon discovered, was full of beer cans Cross Country, and a bunk, or table, leaning to the left wall. Both pretended to be attentive to their phones each time the talk was wrecked. Meanwhile, in the first room, the girls at the mercy of the stimulant derived story of Fernanda, a transvestite just 18 years old Valencia who boasted of having spent more than a million pesetas in surgery. He wore a blue jean enterito on a stretch garment watermelon color. Something that could be a body or a T-straps, which greatly favored him above, pale, low-cut around a pair of breasts discrete star-shaped nipples. Showed that the side had no rolls. The belly was recovering from a recent lipo ... Fernando Callero Santo Tomé - Santa Fe February 2006

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The Bather

/ to sleep a lot of pain you should strive to speak clearly and stay awake 1 The first time you've fallen into the river at noon, drifting through intuition and patents mirages in the sky was no heat tracing. The chance was deployed then, after that surround the tomb of the road, the magic carpet of a hot, desolate road, with fine suspended sand swirls to the right flanked by extensive bare lots where you could see a machine working. From time to time, as if to further highlight the lack of trees, a sign breaking up the horizontal with the announcement of a house of real estate. On the left, stretched out along the route connecting meters to the coast, a fence overly guarded Olympic facilities precarious wooden, straw and glass of a complex that few manuscripts cartelitos identified with the name "Club Atlético X Commune." Everything else, silence and flags waving heat cloudy atmosphere, in ascending into the sky circuits, and fleshy, ribbed stems from a thistle bloom in white crowns, so still it seemed not to be there. You break some to encourage the wounded end up sucking, slightly minty. Until finally the river appeared. A narrow and fast flowing, with the banks inhabited by water hyacinths in bloom at the end of a slope. Came down looking for a piece of clean beach and found it. You took off your clothes. You climbed on a log stuck in the sand and without precaverte, like you used to, feeling the water first and the bottom ground with his foot, practiced a dive. The arm of the river ice rampant and you received as a Baptist. You left it to drift a few feet knew then traced with vigorous swimming. Rarely has a human figure appeared on the scene: two boys on horseback, a gardener tinkering on a farm. Virtually anyone. Returned home at dusk, returning the same way now minus infinity. 2 Eight-thirty in the morning. Before exchanging a few phrases from the neighbor, a story of warmth and dogs wallowed away at night. Then came the river road. I do not know if it is live on I say, but at least there are trees and houses. With what he meant by that was cooler and bearable. The lady was right. All along and on both sides of that road, while also looking desert parks were developed flowers, trees and farms with a pool. It also houses with gardens, yards and foul poultry farms. A veterinary pet. Some stray animals, alone, or troop. Polished with handle horses and armor, munching grass, looking very rare lost paradise, sex black gut hanging limp as a asustasuegras up. Birds standing in the back comiéndoles the thrips from the mane, brown, white, or jet as vinyl. Sporadic white men in leather and, usually, quite out of shape, washing the car or gardening. Morochos men, ponies, hairless and well planted, driving herds trotting on a pingo, or on all fours applied to the clearing of land. Do you remember that only the latter hailed you? A barefoot girl appeared out of nowhere, coming at a trot and a few risky jumps expressly sticks thrown on the roadside mud. Scary chasing a herd of brown fleece, fluctuating, evolving as a stream of lava by crevices of the land. Later, newly birthed calves towering hesitant to throw a powerful red heifer, another midwife or that black and white, round as a moon of leather coming down. Towards the end of the road, another complex. With the perimeter fence and a sign of the trunk. Fifty meters detour to take direction from the river by a narrow alley, after cut by a pipe fence at the height of the embankment. Once there you saw the stairs appear before falling from the terrace timely, you threw out going up the deserted beach. Back on the coast, looking to the right the beach clean yesterday, but today a bit further away. The trunk stranded where you threw, holes or snake in the tuco tuco step undermined by the sea current, the medallion of polished green of the island briefly fantastic that started the water in two, multiplying the pressure of the stream. Blue herons with the red peak or, if you like, black with orange bill. A pair of ducks turbinates shamelessly erotic messages. "Strange now to think-not-sure, no one, while falls were leaving clothes in the sand, a second before the dull rattle when diving. 3 Four-thirty in the afternoon. The effect of heat down quite a few gusts of wind that began cool and wet blowing from the east, from the morning rain Flaunting clouds, in the end, midway through the day, they disappeared. That's why you've had a happy early "heavenly experience." That so many times I had asked you to "respect" and I, because of suffering. Arrebujarte like a snail between the sheets, the first time, any day, working or not, pending discharge meteor fine bone tenderness, or your fucking bones magically transformed antennae, we predicted. "Welcome, you are about to rain. You know that today I can not do anything. But this time I was gone. And I play the head, despite being on vacation, who regrets not having to bother, or who bother you. Four and a half ago, he said. This time you chose the road repaired farm. Going bare-chested, hitting flies with his shirt off, fun to recognize and name the trees by name. People enjoying the emptiness. Said at least thirty times "kapok", no less than twenty "sauce" and "Paradise", a little less "timbo" and to your surprise, more than seven or nine times "poplar." Silver poplars. Undoubtedly eccentric, according to consultations to the "Guide to Birds of the Coast" you stole before leaving, so angry. Alamos Egyptian tattoos expressive eyes throughout the leathery skin of the trunk. Stigmata of old branches lost during growth that impressed you, perhaps prepares that corroborate my hypothesis that the past can never be erased at a stroke. Once again came to the fence and embankment before falling, you threw out of stringency all along the coast. In your beach silhouetted silhouettes of strangers who, in addition to the curves in the air every jump planned giving from your trunk, I snapped the intrusive noise of voices and the cracking of the shimmering curtains of water and foam high after impact. When approaching distinguish between two boys. Rowed unsuccessfully some distance upstream and then let go, or rested for a while clinging to the grasses of the island. When you feel how clothes dragged them out from their hiding place, they will gaze. In water, a few steps from the sea, there was also a man. An old white-haired, tan, blue eyes, wearing a beautiful animal grabbed a rope. He waved and said with obvious joy. "This is my calf so I brought it to the north. "It seems like the water-bounded, say. - Ah, I love coming to water, and to caress her tits, "said the citizen with lights in the eyes, accompanied by what has been said to malicious sobadas height of the udder of a heifer. The latter inspired you laughing "remote, but as still fresh, as I say in one of the mails. But those few mails are, without doubt, the least now. The point is that you laughed in front of the old, old fart that rubbing against a beautiful exotic animal, a mammal against mystic in the deep intimacy of a river, side to the point of dissolving and mixing some of their juices pressing instant soup the old man took that afternoon in those waters. The water is hot, I say I told you, while churning swirls at the level of sex, with open palms. 4 -Le likes to caress her breasts. The animal is paired with a muzzle of red tape. Hardly the back line and full head above water, his eyes huge, dark gray, shiny, with a gesture seemed to confirm the claim of the owner profane. "It's about loving others. The calf explores the bather alternately with one or other of its scanners attached to each side of his head. Shiny black buttons, like fantasy. The boy jumped in for a dive after another from the trunk, circling, returning, the imprecise boundaries of that strange limbo, and as a biblical scene unfolds. Accompanying a vague hunch. Diffuse. Atavism. Sustained a tension that creates guess secret behind the impassive expression of the bug. The animal suddenly wincing confirmed. "Sometimes she gets nervous, he excuses the owner, hiding a smile with the effort to contain the bid. But fails to complete the sentence when the cow attacks with a second jump. This time the belt and horns gives accurately nailed in the groin submerged the boy. The header animal under water and, with surgical precision, removed, one-time, full sex. Faced with the horror of the owner, the body of the bather in the river draining. A blood oval expands around as a skirt, or layer ocher, a very heavy genre of the vaquita gets to drink it with pleasure. 5 boys reappear. Two teenagers aged fifteen to seventeen years. The brown leather mirror with jewels of light slippery. Highest wearing a sports trousers, black nylon, to mid-calf, and the other a classic blue shorts with red side guards, to mid-thigh. Both smile and look at the eyes. The swimmer also look at them, and joins the conversation cleverly words already spent with the old with new ones now are for kids. "There must be a higher place, to throw himself down ... - Have you ever come to train here? -No. I arrived a few days ago. "We jump always bring a trunk. This is ours. - So here are the logs loose owner? "Sure. Warn you that there is a ravine at the northern end of the island, a shot put. - Why do not you? "Because I do not dare. - Ah ...! not encouraged ... "I know. After a while, went after them. And leave the old cow. The legs stuck in the swamp dreams give further accelerated lacerations. For example, a lizard. A line covered with mud. A serrated halibut. A turtle. Nothing more "something" you know well bite ankle tendon. A Nacanina his heel. Up the river, going por el bañado de fondo plasmático afirmado en un tejido de raíces, pedos de arcilla y otros muy distintos de pulmón de camalote desinflado. Hasta alcanzar la altura de la punta de la isla, allá enfrente. A menos de veinte metros. Y, sorprendentemente, a costa de un mínimo esfuerzo: el de los miembros, ya que con pocas brazadas el bañista descubre que puede prescindir de la respiración. Se lleva instintivamente la mano a la ingle, bajo el agua, para recorrer con las yemas de los dedos la sutura que el viejo, luego de rellenarlo con partes de agua de río y partes de arcilla de la costa y del fondo, había compuesto con pericia, sirviéndose a penas de una crin de la panza de la becerra. Precisamente de una de las que composing the ventral fringe who lived across the particularity of his satanic race. Climb the canyon. The swimmer gets nailed first. Disappears just under a minute and emerges at a point distant downstream. Seeing him appear, the boys are thrown in turn, as his style. Unemployed. Vertical or bulbs. But never mind. When the swimmer approaches the blonde pulls her over. Emerge. Laughter, and one that also is pulled. We can be friends. 6 denied me many times lately, as a friend. You said that things had changed, of course things change, but that because of my behavior, others had precipitated without control. Things that "made us harm," despite that I "refused to acknowledge." Always with that formula, the formula for success. Something that surely learned in college. Do you remember when "issued" the CBC? Do you remember some of the theories of those such "Carnap" and "Popper"? Not me, but I can not remember when you pronounce a lens drugged at a party, one of those nasty names. Hurts you still love you, since you suspect that you can not say the same. Otherwise I do not understand that you've been so unhappy with that argument. "I said that I no longer wanted" (Voiced by Sissy dead.) If, as I recall, my sentence was completed with the words "crazy." Of course, I told you already "do not love you like crazy!", But more than one way to interpret that. Or not? Your plant has a white fungus on the leaves. I spent a damp cloth, and at first it seemed that he was, but when the water dried, the fungus reappeared. I do not know what will happen in this regard. She looks really bad. 7 games consisted of setting goals and meet them. In this morocho headed. The jumping and cross and were exhausted, so I suggested to go around the island. Blown by letting the other stream, circulated the opposite side. The vegetation was much brighter and profuse, like birds that were caught in the funny way in family scenes. Appeared a couple of constables negroyrojos, synthetic texture. The blond caught one and gave it to the bather. They went swimming together, close to each other, dodging each shooting touch prudish apprehension submarine. 8 The Bather again surprised no need to breathe, which continued to practice out of habit. With no air enters the body, exercise is limited to expand and collapse the fin root. But he soon found that it retained the ability to suck air and water by mouth, and then that of these elements, only the water seemed to fulfill some function, perhaps renovating the interior that would evaporate in the sun and physical activity. Suddenly and for no apparent reason the boys realized that they had not paid the slightest attention to his scar. How would you explain that footprint? When his fingers there, he earned a minimum of information in the form of a rough line, almost imperceptible. Mane poked one end and a slight pull it off. Not knowing quite what to do, looked and decided to keep it. Again approached the blonde, sitting adrift, while the other disappeared into the distance. "I hope that the old do not ever touch my bike," said the swimmer. - What bike? Why? "I wanted to rob me once, and he just stood on the beach. He says he saw nothing. "Mmm ... What is said" The River "live at ease on certain pages. I hope in the future, to write some of them. - Do not want to drive? - Where? I do not know. - What about your friend? "I can make two trips. They stared away. "I can think of something better. While you take your friend, I will walking. Then return to pick up. - Then you say, pick it up? 9 I put a few drops of Rímolo in the buttocks. Were on four legs, numb. And a viscous substance extracted, making small cuts, the trunk of a tree like spurge. The trail guide, and some anonymous clerk. When the flood of products reaching the womb, the old man began to work below the suture. Hair knelt one end through several layers of skin, as if made of alloy steel with another material lighter and more flexible, similar to my line. Bellowing cow staked to the beach. The operation was carried out protected from the trunks of eucalypts, several meters up from where they would be virtually invisible. The surprising thing was that, beyond the horrible time of the mutilation, the swimmer and had not returned to pain. Clear that neither had been aware all the time. In this sense, it will appear blurry. And now that the only witness to the truth had begun to fade. How could an animal gutted and filled with water and land continue to stand? How long was soon to give up practicing life as if it ...? Was it that he had not yet exhausted all human behavior in his repertoire? 10 The Becerra will explore alternatives to one or other of its scanners attached to each side of the head. Black buttons, bright and fanciful. Brazilian animal a seemingly stupid, surprised by his plain and meat and milk from his mother. Meanwhile, you were throwing you arrogantly a dive after another, circling, each time returning to the beach to appeal on the trampoline outside vertigo made a fateful trunk, the vague limit of limbo in which the strange and as a biblical scene developed. The animal suddenly jumped by jumping on you "? An attack that, unfortunately, never managed to quell local guide. And the belt system was adjusted as half around the calf's face, whose features wore, at one point, as overflowing. "Sometimes she gets nervous. But it was too late. Of an accurate gored the animal managed to avenge the rising master distraction with your penis, with all your beauty dies now-re-re-re, for ever from Michelin-e-re. And I said why do so many things, when all I meant to say is that I love you no longer like crazy, but I love you? Fernando Callero. Santo Tomé, Santa Fe 02/16/2006