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The new neighbor

I have a new neighbor. I do not know who he is, I've never seen, I do not know. I only know that the house was rebuilt of my former neighbors, who somehow strange. Strange you ask for onions, you ask for bread, sugar and ask them to request that we keep the ice cream because they have no space in your cooler full of ice cream. We always had room to spare. None of this will be possible again because the new neighbor, the stranger, so increased the size of the wall that separates the two houses that is now impossible to communicate with them. Put a hideous mole impossible bricks for communion.

To make matters worse, enlarged also the wall that separates it from its other neighbors and threw the fence facing the street to put a wall 2.5 meters high, a front abhorrent to any home. In short, the type was isolated. Those who know him (my mom, who spoke with him by phone a few times), say that the subject is sharp, a few words and says (pretends) to be very busy. His wife, however, exists but is not any grace known so far. It is not known if he speaks, eats, thinks, walks or crawls. Is to be known.

We who are foul-mouthed by nature, we speculate about the things that this guy wants to hide behind the enormity of its walls. "Domestic violence? Experiments with goats "kids? We shall never know, or at least some light will not have to stop this unfortunate remodel the house and to deign to live in their new home, they insist, would prefer to continue being the old home of my former neighbors. They asked for things, yes, but I paid the electric guitar's youngest daughter, gave me my T-favorite football team and sometimes I took the Metro. Every so often from home, leaving the ghostly sound of a piano. That also miss him.

As my new neighbor is an unknown subject, so far we have established interaction with intelligent life on the other side of the wall has been reduced to hear how the work-from-my-new-neighbor punga listen to music all pork to early risers hours, how to hammer the roof at 9 am on a Sunday or how they manage to move the shingles of our roof so that when a unexpected spring rain lashing at Santiago, the living room of my humble cave is full of water.

We have also seen soban spit while the batting, how to shoot the dog Chascón street who have adopted to look at how it is soaked in the rain and in the beautiful gesture of the week, give us the tiles they left over for us to cover ourselves holes that decorate our roof. In summary, the neighbor we are the custodians of their waste and the happy music listeners who listen to their employees waste. The thing obviously is not doing well, buddy. And if your wall someday I can, I'll see the faces and hope to avenge such humiliation.

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Vatican Cross

The Catholic Church is by far the most despicable and disgusting institution of the contemporary world. Only in the last 40 years occurred around the world tens of thousands and thousands of cases of children abused by so many thousands of subjects quite sick and unbalanced bearing away with a spirituality which neither understood nor understand a word. These are called priests and priests, cardinals, archbishops and undoubtedly the very Pope Benedict XVI. All direct and indirect participants of so much infamy.

Please note only those faces and body hypocritical humility vice stained, semen and tears children. Please watch them a few seconds so all hands encorbaditos and between crossed. Spiritual old men with an innocent gesture from their clothes long and the dagger of a fake smile.

Now imagine them excited and agitated, sweaty clothes and forcing raising their children through fear, in the confusion of love and respect to acts of mutual masturbation, penetration, fondling, kissing and oral sex. Well, imagine again but since you are that child, and even dare to think about it happening in their own children.

An institution suddenly so rubbish and arrogant able to say that these thousands and thousands of cases are just isolated situations and do not represent "the spirit of the Vatican church." ! Isolated situations! As if these thousands and thousands of cases did not represent the spirit of a corroded institution, supported by hordes of insane and unbalanced pigs.

An institution misógena clear that he hates and despises women in its genre, making it forever carry the cross of Eve the fable of Eden. Excluding it at all of its hierarchical structures and by referring only to a convent where they can clean up efforts by imbeciles sin, which basically consists of being born a woman and more specifically to two breasts and vagina. Implements and certainly when you look at them wishing to be impatient before the mirrors in their loneliness dancing homosexually saddened.

It is for this that terrifies me to wonder, now all those who consider themselves Catholics, stay as calm and remain participants in these crimes. Because today the face of such overwhelming evidence, a Catholic institution is to support a hypocrite and a coward who dares to justify some form or other abuses. I am impressed by these parishioners who do not tear their garments, and return the stones to beat their breasts against their local clergy and the windows of their churches.

terrifies me to the anger that every lay not spit and burned the churches and cathedrals, and strike with open hand to calm priests passing through the cities. Do not press for effective judicial enforcement of imprisonment layman. Not to execute urgent collective lynching and stoning immediately of these pigs sad miserable, never understood ways and understand the mystical and profound concept of celibacy.

That background believers and nonbelievers become effective or destruction, or the normalization of the Catholic Church through the urgent amendment of their rites and structures. The urge to return once mixed all his Monastery and houses of formation. They fall in love priests and nuns as common people and men and women together "standard in their sexuality" could choose to Christian spirituality vocation to spread the teachings of one of the great masters, as was the Christ. In

definitive historical and immediate reform of an institution is weak, and the resignation of sacred justice of the Pope and his entourage of hypocrites burning their clothes in the middle of the Plaza San Pedro all knees, begging forgiveness a thousand times for every abused child.

All this decorated with a pink smoke, aromatic and thick rising from the bottom and who screamed and cheered the crowning of a Priestess Vatican. Which finally clean and soak maternal love, a home until now governed by nothing more than larvae.

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important measures in the event of an earthquake

A) WHAT TO DO IN CASE OF AN EARTHQUAKE

The first is immediately put under your door or under a table, thus facilitate the work of rescue workers and firefighters at the time of removing the debris find his body, and thus deliver the remains to a family a little less agile than you, which was not or shitting in one of these parties.

B) WHAT TO DO IN CASE OF REPLICAS

What rechucha going to do, shit, reader. Nothing more than to care or Weon Weon, and think things like: "Aaaayyy, Dear God, have mercy on us." Or: "Ohh conchesumare, of nueo is trembling. "Culiao Country touched me." Etcetera.

If you have a dog leg Culiao Use two muzzle l'pah that does not increase the nervousness. Hence his closest stop by with the same care and Weon comment: "Hey, did you feel the earthquake? Was strong, right? ".

C) WHAT TO DO IF A STRONG REPLY ME IN THE BATHROOM PILL

If you run outside naked swimming. Whether then they all laugh at you because you have the pichula girl one breast bigger than the other, stretch marks or too fat. It's better than that to peel and then discuss the old coolie, "Ohh, if it was such a good person. "

If you're shitting, make a entúbeselo lulo and in the slit. The same goes if menstruating.
calm
Once cleaned the fine details.


D) WHAT IF I DO IN THE SUPER PILL OR THE MALL

It wea did their compatriots in Concepción. Get to steal all flaitemente weas so as not to lose so beautiful custom republic.

E) Y Pill ME IF A BASEMENT OR UNDERGROUND. DO

Wait patiently for the building will fall over. And what the fuck else is going to do poh hear.


F) Y SI ME PILL IN AN ELEVATOR

This case is very important to get in the same position as Rodin's Thinker. Did you know? I mean that stone Culiao thoughtful and very muscular. Ahh, and what balls as possible in sculpture. In this way, rescuers, upon finding it, say you went to the last time a thinker and a true mystery to mankind. Be funny and worth in any case. And if possible walk with a large garbage bag pah that if the matter becomes very Bridget gets inside a definitive cure and rescue efforts.

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of absence



DAY 9

you are located so far as to sometimes think and to get used to the pain of their thorns. But it is as impossible to me Karen, and instead collapsed like a bloody bird'm dying little by little to the side of his eternal absence. Perhaps trying to draw again Sunday smell of forever mesmerized watching on TV all sorts of idiotic programs that make you laugh so much. And I love her without hesitation there because her beauty is basically a nymph, with that crazy laugh and those so small and jagged teeth.

Karen slow rain this afternoon, and I'd most like to tear the heart apart from the chest and granting it once and for all the dogs that roam the streets hungry. Or you come suddenly and simply embrace pah so deep and so close once again my Karen, kissing her eyes and forehead.


DAY 12

is morning and the bed huge and makes me despicable. I wake up so hot for you and wanting so bad to kiss her drumsticks Karen (no greater pleasure to suck her little thighs, you know). But instead I find the pillow of the couch just so rough, dirty and senseless on the bed, it bores me and despises me. I get up to the filthy kitchen watching the grudge rusty pans you last held After some time when I prepared these delicious eggs with cheese, rambling and levitating between the hall and the kitchen as goddess and as you laugh with his mother and partner honestly and completely.

I think one day I will wash those pans, but only if strictly necessary. There will be something that I long for the latest fragrances so your precious aroma.

I think so much and every moment, loved Karen.


DAY 15

These parties have not helped much and nothing. The liquor served at times pah pah forget or better yet you might not hurt as much. The laughter and friends serve pah that sometimes does not hurt his dagger both. But the truth is I can not remove it from my bones a while Karen, not knowing whether their performances were masterful things (knowing only you transform and deify all with their hands) or was his elixir poured from her perfect legs in my throat in the days of blood, today I make this request it so hideously and painfully, almost Ojonita of my soul.

I know you would be disappointed to know that now sold out instantly last resources of my ever so fragile patience, and as a relief to me aburdas engages in fights with others how I conchadesumadre crosses the road. Most of the time I spray it and a few others beat up and even a few more brigades cut me with their daggers. Then the blood only then and always, the only vestige of his love in the beautiful house damn gigantic. As maritirio and so devilish touch your way through my days.

Sometimes I feel like I broke the head voices Karen and I burst and I crave. Everything is so confusing and distant.

I love her, Karen .-


DAY 18

I do not know if they are months, years or centuries but definitely should clean these pans, because already at this point and certainly could engage in discussions philosophical with these mushrooms that I observed Karen smiling in the distance. The carpet is no longer red and the bathroom is not so green. And if I shower and if I shave is just enough and definitely not interrupt pah my neighbors work there.

liquor has become a good partner between your forgetfulness and fear of never seeing her. Yesterday I went down to the square and talked to some old ladies re old (a la Munra The Immortal), who gather every night to fix the plaza. Only two of them so small and quiet among the trees and weeds, if seen.

I joined them in their crusade and if you look at once the bays and alstromelias I brought forth from the earth would be so proud of me, Karen. I kid you not I put some in the slit Patah about media assholes flaytes messing me work, and that to enslave a few others (which stung me mussels) to haul stones up the pool old for a few nights.

I do not know whether to plant roses or planting a small Palmeritas side. Indeed that, or burn all at once and go off.

would be so nice to see you again, Karen.


DAY 44

Karen just happened and started as a small shadow at first he passed between the stones and leaves. The first day I whisper things until he started walking like a demon mole below the ground. The old women began to be frightened by such I nailed the ground and dazed. Always whispering louder until one morning he simply sat beside me so as creature with his eyes until his lip scar Karen. It has a black cap and even fangs.

I immediately hid it in my clothes but he's not leaving, he walked in front of me as cocky between neighbors without anyone else to see. He was spitting at all.

Yesterday I dreamed that you came, Karen.


ANOTHER DAY

If you understand the importance negligible pah had told me those words and you read again dying of grief and sadness, perhaps would be shed on the carpet eating pickles and Italian salami that he loved. So instead of so far.

I know that elves do not exist Karen, and sometimes I get to convince. but Moiri (so I put), wandering around the house making allegations and talking in that strange language and cursed forever, "Bala mushaff Abjalá rajanamishanifto!" pointing his finger small and always arguing with her big eyes and angry. I think it's a joke of fate, but always gets in trouble and I've had to hit so many neighbors, and destroy pots where his enemies and even burn the whole place so it does not arrive to invade the other legions of which he always talk to me. If you look like old ladies crying and how the cops took them frozen.

Everything is so strange and without any form. My only light is still their eyes and hands.

loving her every minute, Karen.


another day ...


Moiri is so funny that even makes me think that is our son. It must be so by the closeness and affection that I have always rearranging things and getting into trouble. Although sometimes it's too hard not to get it out of my head and not want your love and your hands. From one day to another and do not quite understand the colors and shapes of things, up or down or hot o frío. Sólo sé seguir escribiendo cuando estos malditos familiares y enfermeras me dejan al menos hacerlo.

Mi madre cree que soy un niño y me obsequia juguetes pah que juegue con Moiri, yo no recuerdo habérselos pedido pero a ratos me entretienen. A veces también me enojo y los golpeo a todos y también mato a los perros en caso que quieran morder a Moiri que le asustan tanto. Creo que ya me llevaran a otro lugar dice mi hermano. Él dice siempre tantas cosas

Hay mucha niebla y frío Karen.

Mi única verdad es usted.



YA SIN DÍAS....


Los ventanales son terribles y esta ropa siempre atándome y no dejándome Moiri city. That's why I hate them and whenever I can to cabezasos rammed and bite. If I knew the cowardice of these insane and bloody doctors electrocuted and beat me the way to the rooms. But Moiri side always singing their songs and nonsense, I'm so glad.

I see through the window and you cry Karen, and I think it looks so beautiful every time he does. Please do not stop to think that I like your tears, but it is only her beauty and her mouth and moistened with Rosadita lip scar, and I so eager to kiss her.

You cry with her little hand resting against the window open and I do not quite understand if I'm imagining or remembering, or indeed if it has been pr order to me. I would like make it into the house and sit down on a red carpet vaguely remember, but do not quite understand then that things are handled. You look at me I do not know whether outside or inside my head, and between the absolute vacuum and fanatic I just understand that my heartbeat rise little by little for all that was and will always be in my blood.

All I understand is a love for you, and pretty accurate. Amendola

madly and forever, dear Karen.

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Tur Bus Seat 34, way to Valparaiso. No one on my side. Isaac is standing in the hallway. Is a child of six years not having a seat because it seems that her aunts forgot to buy one. It will be standing all the way, a matter which I consider unfair. I offer, then sit beside me, hoping that he goes quiet, so I can read in peace. "Now Isaac, sit next to the knight and watch TV," said his aunt, who is with a baby in her arms. The other aunt makes cuddling on the bus. Isaac watching TV where they give you a documentary on animals, his legs hanging from the seat.

"Look, out animals.
"Yes.
"When I was a kid, I liked to throw these things from their seats and beating people.
- Oh, yeah?
"Yes, but as a kid. Not anymore.
"Thank God, poh. People are angry.
"Look, the bear falls. He dare not go. Is a polar bear.
"Hey.
"The Mom and bear left. Pobrecitoooo ...
- ...
"Look, there are notes on TV. I have a well of notes and coins as well.
-Chuta, sick.
"Yes.
- And how much money you have? "Because
work.
- What?
"With my dad. Sometimes it pays 600, sometimes two thousand, sometimes eight thousand. So I have a lot of money.
-Chute. What you did not bring money now?
"No, I left the house.
-Ah. Are you going to the beach?
"Yes, I have a float and swim.
"Oh, good.
"No, not good.
- Why not?
"Because the sea is great, the beach is super big and you sink into the water. I have no float and I can not swim. It was a joke.
"Oh, liar. You storyteller.
-No ... What is storyteller? That
-up stories, poh. Lying.
-Ah. My dad is super big, it's that big.
"Do not think so.
"Seriously. Look, when I see it, I will believe it. Are you going to the beach?
-No. Go somewhere else.
- Why travel alone?
"Because I go to work. When you go for a walk out together, like you. When you go to work, you're going alone.
-Ah. Are we living in the north?
"No, much.
- North is away? Further
-Viña
the Sea - Further?
"Yes. "But here's
thorns, this is the north. "There
cactus, but in the north there are more cactus and in some parts there is nothing.
- No trees?
-No.
- And at the north pole?
"Neither.
- Why?
"Because it's cold.
"If I stay at the North Pole, do you freeze?
"Sure, if you stand still and do nothing, you freeze.
- What if I want to pee?
- Huh?
"If I pee, does it freeze?
-Ja, ja, ja, yes poh.
- What if I poop?
-Ja, ja, ja, ja. Too.
- What if I throw? "You're left
vomiting frozen in the face.
-Ah. Ooooh, it's all dark.
"We're in a tunnel. Since the light coming back. We are inside the mountain.
- Oooh! I want to shine.
-Ya's out. "You read
pure.
-Mmmm ... Actually you do not have months left to read.
"I know how to read. It says Search.
"Okay. And here, you say?
-ul-tims The Noti-ci-as.
"Okay. "I also know
count.
-Good.
"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty ...
" Yes, I I think.
-I can count to one hundred. Twenty, twenty, twenty, twenty, twenty-five ...
- ...
"Eighty-one, eighty-two, eighty-three ...
- Are you going to count to Vina?
-hundred sixty-nine hundred and sixty-ten ...
"No, no. Is one hundred seventy. Look, it's easy. Thirty is about three. Forty is like four. Fifty is like five. Sixty is as six and seventy is like seven. So if after the next seven to eight, then after next seventy to eighty. Do you understand?
"Yes. Is there a word one hundred and ten?
"Yes, poh.
"Look, the elephants. Ooooh, those animals raised land. But two more elephants. If there were more elephants, would raise a lot of land, right?
"Sure. The more animals, more land.
"Look, the monkeys got wet, ja, ja.
"Yes.
"Hey, look at the sharks. Ooooh, the shark ate a seal. Look, look.
"Yes.
- Do not want to see things from the sea?
"Yes, but I saw that the shark ate a seal. "Now go
dolphins. Would you like to live under the sea?
"No, I would. It is very cold water.
"I would like.
"But you drown.
"No, because it would use those things to breathe.
- How would eat, if you had the mouth covered?
"Hey ... I leave the water, and then I get back. If you are an adult, can live under water because they do not eat.
- What do you mean? I do like.
-Ah. How do fish breathe?
"For a few things that are on the sides. Fish do not have noses.
- Do fish snake also breathe through these things from the sides?
- What are the fish snake?
-Ones that I saw, are poisonous. Once I saw one and had poison, was the largest.
-Ah. Yes, they have stuff to breathe
- Why should live under the sea? "Because
is richer.
-Ah. Do you go down here?
-missing a bit.
- What time will we get?
"In ten minutes.
- What is that?
-air to reach you. Are you hot?
"Yes.
"Then open it and you get air.
"Let's see ... now.
- Do you get air?
"Yes. What is that button?
"Not a button. Is to plug a headset and listen as well as on TV.
- How do you check the back seat?
-move that lever and go.
-Ya. Will you help me?
"Yes. "There
itself.
"I have to go down.
-Ya.
-Chao, behave yourself.
-Chao.

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Conversations with Isaac Santiago 33

's hot in Santiago. It's early. I see TV next to a fan. I have a notebook on my thighs, sudan. The notebook gives me more heat, so I leave it up off the couch and I stand next to the fan. It's Saturday morning, I would be someone more productive, but I have not or do not know how to find ways or I'm tired or I do not care, really. I like a piece of chocolate, because I feel hungry. Is the new diet, that piece of chocolate just broke. I bathe. I am alone. I want to sing, but I'm embarrassed, even though I'm alone.

I wear a purple shirt to match my pants, red-lilac but in the end I think it would be a bit flashy Guaton see a lilac ruffled dress, so I wear a brown shirt. I see boobs. I am ashamed of what I am, but in the end I give encouragement and I go out. It's hot in Santiago and I walk in the shade. Last time I saw a mouse in a corner where there is rubble, and then every time I go out there dream of seeing him again. Damn, I was abandoned, perhaps forever the very rat.

walk a lot, because I want to lose weight. Sudo path and mathematically identical parts. The sun is strong, there is much sun on his head. I enter the subway, the worst place in the world that can come when one is hot and out everything is hot and heat. I flushed a little, I scratch a coconut, I go crazy, I hardened mucus. I turn to the center. Miro hand books while I wipe the perspiration. A salad lunch and sit in a seat to watch the minutes pass. Back to the subway, I have nothing to read, so I dedicate it to look at people. A lady passed by me and it stinks. Poor her, poor us.

A man turns his cell phone for all to hear reggaeton. What kind, shares his beautiful music with others. A drunk says to me that the meter goes faster now than before, which was not questioned by unquestionable. Way home again. I bite my terrapin in hand for wanting washing. I get blood, I worry about a potentially deadly infection, I pour water and povidone iodine. I hope I survive this treacherous attack of the reptile that spent years feeding in exchange for little or nothing. I take a micro

now. It's hot, but less. There were 33 degrees at the wrong time, just as I was cleaning out that turtle treacherous. Three criminals up for free. Claim not to have charged your card. The driver does not believe them. A drug addict for 15 blocks asked the driver to leave it in a location where there whereabouts. The driver eventually gives to anywhere as long as the stink is lowered. A guy asks permission to rap. Use my grocery bag to make a horrible rhyme between "elephant" and "art." I get off, walk around a park, which also rhymes with art and a little elephant. People run. I want to run, but it is still hot and I have also hand bitten by a turtle. So no one can run. It's Saturday afternoon. I have not been productive and not really interest me.

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social transformation now! Ema Rosa

A globalized society clearly stratified and specialized in terms of production like ours, has for each of their areas clear and specific functions to be developed in regard to political, governmental religious, health, education and general economic, referring the latter equally to both public and private sector.

domains or structures whose different forms are expressed in institutions that possess a set of rules and beliefs on the one hand define a particular value system, and determine the other for its behavior and interaction with other fields. Thus for example, that in a democratic state structure, the political actor in all its forms (whether council or President of the Republic), as well as educators in both public and private sector, and the actors responsible for population health in both the public and private, as well as religious references through their various cults and representatives of the sacred story, or even the corporate actor holder of deeper and wider slice of the wealth (domestic or foreign), absolutely all of them do have a role and a range of procedures that solves as an entity or institution. While you and I sympathetic reader, quite the opposite of what we do not have anything. Moreover, not even really understand what the hell to do to somehow justify our precarious existence civic and provide even a grain of development is something our society. A society whose problems also belong to us and under, with not only the responsibility of inefficient public servants and cowardly, mediocre and frustrated educators.

So while I scratch my coconut left pleasantly incomprehensible feeling its coolness, and also driven by a sincere and deeply need research to discover new ways, I just wonder reconchesumadre then what would become the role or function of us citizens, in all this familiarity unpleasant. Or rather, I wonder if there really even a function to appropriate, identify and to validate and structure. Because soon we have to ask Mr tits readers, not metaphysically (or straw some like it), but that practice absolutely and immediately shit about what we do with a social system designed to reduce our civic involvement in the practical, to pure evil lying pean.

me explain.

"In political terms, the role of citizens and ultimately the greatest achievement in civic matters, would surely be intergalactic universal suffrage, or else the no vote.

"In economic terms (referring to this particular market), the main public function would clearly be clearly consumption and corresponding debt where it belongs.

"In the area of \u200b\u200beducation (mainly specifying the segment age and generational access this) as citizens lies in the possibility of achieving this or that career that allows access to more or less coherent world market, and obtain what is commonly known as as "quality of life" . Not to mention the process of this educational enterprise itself as one of the many structured compensation whose parents did not find anything better to compensate for their academic frustrations on their children, creating a new generation of frustrated and servile agents of consumption and borrowing without vision any social transformation.

-With respect to employment or wage work (which is essentially the concretization of the success or failure of the educational enterprise) for as citizens is to be on one side and the global productive force for the market, and secondly to solve in this way or that the issue of consumption and the demon of debt, which is manifested structurally for all social classes. Well

fellow citizens is from this perspective that the practical and in terms of functions have less glare than a hammer toes. However, timely and honest observation of this offers us the possibility to investigate and find out for ourselves, which would then justify those functions and give full force to our current precarious civic existence.

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of the heavens and the plot

When Aunt Rosa Choro enyuntó with Charlotte, he took her to live in one the most surreal and flaite could be in San Miguel. A kind of plot squatter huts equipped with two half done, without running water or electricity, and a suspicious weeds tallercito craftsman made huge smack in the middle of all that paradise of oblivion. It was however, for Aunt Rose, a haven of unbridled happiness, which he always spoke with pride and great appreciation.

Aunt Rosa was possessed of a unique tenderness, but his particular vision of life even transgressed codes strangest of thugs and lunatics, so (and also fascinated by the ancient legends of his old street Carloto) decided during a late April also be of "mind moves and chorizo", forever changing his usual life of housewife and mother tender by a roving entrepreneurial leader with aspirations of chora.

Since then, for every evening he went to the supermarket to steal herds of animals in meat billet; entire liquor liquor store and acres of fruit and vegetables, using for this the huge fine leather jacket Chancho Joel, killed with machetes by Choro Carloto few years ago in the League Emergency. Culi was where I used this jacket kept half the supermarket with his affable smile either fall, winter or summer, walking through the halls and yelling at you when I saw him at a distance: "Hello, poh mijito, come take a yogurcito with her aunt, pueh! "and strikes out a pah there with friends or girlfriend with sincere desire to run. More over, as the aunt was taken between corridor and hallway sour bottles to dry, leaving absolutely comb pah ago, when the time of eleven was installed with all due respect to the food court to sample appetizers, drink, marry, ceviche , roast chicken and canned preserves. Until I saw one again to shout: "Do not you see, dear, a little help forever." Certainly at that point and laugh cagA was no more than accept the trutro chicken until the two were combined offering.

While the plot had no light or running water, never missed thanks to Aunt Rosa roasts abundant, fine liquors and partying at all hours of the day, accompanied by songs and delicious stories. That was until February a warm morning began noises from the shadows accompanied by oval shapes fickle lights that rattled the bushes and trees, interpreting Aunt Rose as undeniable proof of alien invasion. Proceeded and to collect as many stones available and prepared to throw citing angry cries that no wicked invade your planet Mars. It's so alien after his tantrum, the lights in question turned out to be the headlights of the IDPs who had entered the plot to take her for his constant theft "ant."

"I go and come back old man! I and back", he said goodbye smiling while wearing handcuffs in the middle of the night. The aunt went out early this not be suitable for a trial, while the old Carloto like never before feared for his life.

pass and then unable to return to work in the Leader, and seeing also his life off of anguish, decided one afternoon in September following the steps of the old site and check Carloto who provided him there in the San Gregorio. This Mexican to nothing less than the old provider, and win once and for all their file of thugs. Then followed him and watching once the respective trades, waited to put out the Carloto the place and prepared to watch the old Meche, who missed from a purse and took out the grams of cocaine base Falopa and with many bundles of tickets.

waited then it was not near his house and armed only with a hammer naturally approached him to start giving serious pounding in the head and face, removing everything that implied. The old Meche just cried and begged him to please not kill her, until suddenly in the middle of their prayers, just vanished on a dark puddle of blood. Aunt Rose went slowly filled with a childlike happiness and strange, while mother gently wrapped the precious bag.

Once I am back in the plot and proud after telling what he did to the old Charlotte, he began to pull out the few hairs that were screaming like banshee, kicking chairs and furniture and how conchesumare insisting that he could think to make such WEA, and that was people chora and dangerous and that he had screwed up for life. And then Aunt Rosa, who until then had been listening in complete silence with eyes red from weeping and tears, proceeded to crash into the front of a large white porcelain bowl, with much gratitude and misunderstanding evil together.

The months passed and apart from the old Meche never suspecting the proximity of the removed, is that Aunt Rosa found in beautifying their plot a healthy and comfortable pastime. He removed all the weeds and replacing it with various colorful flowers circles of the time. Also developed and even orchards irrigated by ingenious through leaks, the old Carloto also demanding the immediate restoration of electricity and potable water, under pain of stabbing and slashing.

is at this time when Aunt Rosa finds in charity and service to others its deepest vocation, so a July afternoon coming from the show on the road found two characters who shared a box of wine ditch. The first was an old fat nose swollen by alcohol and the other a subject very winches, smelly and combing the hair gel and Gardel. When seeing them immediately invited to eat by providing all its usual hospitality. The problem was that during the course of the evening in the meantime Pipeño y canturreo, el malacotoso en cuestión comenzó a ponerse demasiado cariñoso con la tía Rosa, situación que llevó a la tía a aventarle inmediatamente algunos cadenazos en la cabeza y en el rostro, a la vez que el Choro Carloto por su parte le propinaba tres certeros estoques casi femorales. Fue así que la emotiva jornada de amor por el prójimo de la tía se convertía en todo lo contrario, teniendo al Gardelito ahí tirado en el suelo, perdiendo cierta cantidad de sangre.

El pobre viejo Carloto, hallándose entonces completamente desesperado, pensó de inmediato en solicitarnos ayuda a mí y a mi hermano. Y nosotros, que queríamos tanto al viejo Carloto y a la tía Rosa, y sin entender la magnitud del problema, partimos de inmediato hasta el lugar. Al llegar encontramos totalmente desparramado en una silla al anciano gordo brindando con el jarro de pipeño. Mi tía Rosa, no menos alegre por su parte, repetía una y otra vez que había tenido que matarlo porque “así era la cosa”. El Viejo Carloto simplemente no la podía creer, se tomaba la cabeza arrancándose los pocos cabellos y repitiendo en estado de shock que él ya había pagado por todos sus finaos, y que ya estaba viejo para la cana y cuánta lamentación más posible.

Pero nosotros con la tía fuimos más bien de familia práctica así que procedimos a cavar de inmediato un agujero profundo más no muy Gardelito long to bury the foul in the fetal position, so that not occupy much space. Indeed, all going to wonder as we discussed the feasibility of restricting or not restricting it, when suddenly he heard a siren crazy cops in the distance, leading to the absurd and monstrous Gardelito awakening like Lazarus. Then spontaneously started to give him a hell of charchazos Puebla on leaving again on the verge of fainting, when suddenly a cry Aunt Rosa said we must forgive. Well, before the terrible impact of such statement, and as certainly those who do not expect life and shit, is that sit at the table once again Reconchesumadre Gardelito that pouring a glass of wine, and after finding that his injury was not bleeding, we all sat down beside him also to drink and smoke in complete silence as we watched the trees and we stood empty.

"So the thing poh" Aunt Rose said then. "So with the thing," he repeated tenderly to his face and hands crossed.

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Dedicated furiously (and self-healing mode) a few toads reculiaos of THE CLINIC.


Time waited on the side of coffee watching the edge Vergara vomiting all young snob who tastings amariconados many small snacks, along with his eccentric dress alternatives residents girlfriends on the side of their bikes blue, yellow or pink with explanations seat Amelie type tube, used as insurance that the very comforting bitches, I thought then the moment clouded and humanist.

Time was a citizen of the world on the brink of fatigue than their peers and closest friends and lost a childhood, do not understand and never a whore parable, analogy, direct and even screams candid about another world it was possible, but yet I could not do it alone. From time to time also laughing and other so long to his brothers watched the trees, but always timely respestuosa and discretion to avoid being classified as another silly snob, thus wasting compression honest about such important and magnificent tree stock.

Hallab communicated that moment on the side of coffee full of hatred Vergara postponed, first by having parents as idiots have called Time, and remember all sorts of jokes about children, and even see the faces contained or straight laughter unleashed their own educators face the fact so bad name. Hallab furious about this, but by the fact The tabloid that the Clinic had not awarded first place in the last call for stories. That no one would have given first place despite having published four letters continued with similar characteristics, and for free without even considering having included as an honest, happy and even occasional collaborator.
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-Apes, I'll do the dogs Culiao tortilla. Not calm down mah-meditated in deep prayer, the enthusiastic moment.

was so after hearing the news of his friend and literary failure "Caez" is the first day he decided to open the orange box where treasured all previous editions of the tabloid and went to the bathroom just to shit lipi then slit with some of their covers. At night, put his feet tread leaves out of the shower, and also introduced along with talc wrinkled feet into shoes fiercest of his bedroom. Additionally wrapped eggs from the refrigerator, the soil was also used to cover one day he painted the garden gate, and even served as firewood for barbecues with UP OF many people totally negligible.

Over the days and after failing to clear the clouds that filled his face, and basically that strange feeling of loving pimp utulizada by 5-lukas motel is which concluded that the only way to reconcile that spiritual brawl was to go and get but conchesumare the director of The Clinic and the three or four toads Culiao jury of the call literary.

stormed out of his house one afternoon in January then beating passerby how he could not mediate between children, elderly, or women flaytes. It gave them more or less strongly to one and implemented from cuts, stabs, kicks to the slit, hits fists (and with Mitten); chirlitos, pips, and even cargajos cachamales how many people dared Culiao accidentally run across your path.

All this is narrated until finally one side del café Vergara donde aguardó como un tigre sediento de sangre durante 5 infinitas horas, cuando por fin desde la entrada metálica del edificio gris salían finalmente el director del pasquín junto a los poetas y viejos culiaos de Zurita, Mellado, Marín e incluso el gordo periodista tartamudo Gumucio que poco o nada tenía que ver en el asunto. Tal como se cuenta sucedió que el bueno de Momento se acercó con una sonrisa socarrona y felíz para comenzar a sacarles las rechucha a patadas, combos y escupos verdes otros tantos tambien blancos a cada uno de los involucrados. Unos más maracos que otros intentaban correr, llorar o devolver con impotencia la paliza otorgada lanzando inexactos golpes y pensando quizás qué clase of fascism would be that the slaughtered beast. However, Momento, preying not in any way charge only tip a virile and educator beaten excenta no blood from the nose, lips and eyes swollen broken of course.

-! This is for "A True Christian" this by "Accurate" this for "The Trauquito" and that for "El Terrible Pinto reculiaos jiles mercantilist literature. And this is for "Rosa Ema of Heaven ..." that if it was not so pulenta think I should have won the competition as fools weas bag, so maybe I hit on that chuchaesumares no mah! "I was screaming every one of his writings published in the tabloid while hitting ended one by one into the ground.

An afternoon full of exploding red clouds on the horizon bathing the game enthusiast and writer, Nobel Moment, which was leaving full of inexplicable bliss scattered on the sidewalk, leaving the battered writers. He knew

Moment in again next week to buy the tabloid as for so many years, only this time with the sweet difference stoically each avenging his lyrics.