My friend Diego Zúñiga. Companion all these years.
Phoenician Soto grew up in the affection of their parents, grandparents and pets in a lower middle class town without much of jumps, which some combos in the square after some Pichanga, or hear an occasional shot early treacherous in the distance. Later
and then to 14 in a beautiful and adventurous vacation in the countryside of his cousins, adopted pet kebab, a pig of 144 kilos who lived in a pen and for reasons quite unrelated to the story is believed dog.
-! Piiiiiincho veeenga! Phoenician then cried every morning and being so, the pig was coming resfregando beating his tail and his head between the legs of the boy. Also ran track at St. Agnes forest and even entertained chasing old cats that tell their lives during February in maize crops. Eduardo
and Spike (dog, pig), took a comfortable existence and fun until one night without stars in a gloomy Saturday, screams were heard the boy woke from his nap which to go out and see what was happening, he found his uncle Manuel (huaso abrutao experienced in the collar and massacres) driving a dagger into the heart of Spike. Eduardo came with desperation to his friend, however, other guys who helped the first in their tasks, it said its exaggerated screams laughing (as thought), tears and curses. It is so unexpectedly before the suffering and helplessness, the boy just kept silent trance and used carefully to watch the final moments and never forget the desperate eyes of his friend Spike, who never stopped to look at him close second. Phoenician
back and its impact, he noted with hatred of his uncles, grandparents and parents about him while I spit out their hands and faces, but still the size of their hatred even more terrible, contemptuously turned his gaze to the sky then finding the answer he sought. God did not exist. Not only that, if not all the narrated so far were nothing more than fables for old and frightened children.
-! Cursed prayers; cursed miracles damn churches, pastors and clergy, "said over and over amid shouts and tears.
After that, despite the pleas of his mother, noted how carefully emptied and skinning her beloved Spike, all while the dogs devoured their bowels and skins. And is that not only decided to watch, but it demanded that he eat roast your heart. And if so, it was the darkest corner of the patio and swallowed interarch the heart of his friend pig, to carry with him forever. Hours passed
extending the celebration and dancing until 4:30 am, time in which all were placed to sleep. Soto was so corroborating the Phoenician overnight of all, went to court to stake their beloved head skewer, and wrap in a blanket after her grandmother went to the room of his uncle Manuel, who was with the window ajar. Slowly introduced the pig's head with the blanket he said from the back of the pin, and then began to emit a thunderous noise of a pig.
His uncle Manuel at the insistence of noise, barely reached the eyelids open then emit a guttural scream before taking off her breast with both hands. His mouth twisted while the terror and the effort to achieve the last breath, was kissed to death by the pig's head, which aided by Phoenician crashed again and again over his face until it violently and suddenly, no further respite.
Good old Phoenician Soto, this unusual kept secret forever, and even then wept during the funeral of his uncle and even went deep and inconsolable crying on that evening as remind everyone. However, a thorough and complete happiness completely the spirit was upon him.
Phoenician The years passed and developed a relatively normal life. Finished high school with excellent grades, and even attended the univerisidad where he studied engineering at something, lying and also from time to time with any temporary or beloved companion with which its always wildly off wins. So their existence was passed without over jumps, until one morning of an autumn brown and cloudy, something suddenly interrupted his sleep. After
noise suddenly stood up from his bed that morning in May, saw sitting on the bedside table and surrounded by a fluorescent light, a black man in white robes and Arab features. Conchesumare
-Ahhh, what I was missing, said angrily as he took his brow.
"Fear not my son," the man said suddenly.
was then looking at each other for a few seconds (the first with deep disgust and the other with love meseánico) began a long conversation that lasted until dawn, at which time the vision or whatever it was, just walked away. Phoenician
fully addressed quickly revealed where his childhood friend, Andres Contreras, a newspaper reporter, skeptical atheist and staunch practitioner, who saw him in such a deplorable state it politely and immediately attended.
- Phoenician But what happened, perhaps a lion fucks you? "I consulted with a smile. Phoenician
observed a strange silence and then almost ashamed of his words proceeded to confess and slowly lost his friend.
"You know Andrew, you understand that our friendship for many years has been basically a set of standards or empirical approvals each event right?-Comenezó then.
"Of course, my friend Andrew Continuous-Phoenician.
"Well, it happens that I have a severe and unpleasant impression that this morning he appeared the Nazarene, the shit moron. And even more ominous is that we had a nearly five-hour conversation, which tells me to come again tonight and if you're not that son of a bitch to make fun of me for all your life I need you tonight to corroborate that you think is a real He Phoenician madness faded while exhausted on the grass in the backyard of his friend, whistling some old nursery rhyme.
Andres for his part, noted with some compassion and taking him by the shoulder and advised him not to smoke more marijuana pressed or disclosed in days of sex. Also indicated that if he needed money, simply because it should ask him (as so often) would have no problems in loans.
"Besides that at our age, I think certainly very mariconcito go make a pajama party at home while playing the espíritus." said Andrew watched while staring the poor Phoenician Soto.
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