"They say there
a world of temptation, there is a world
candies shaped like hearts ...
say there is" good "" bad, "say there
"more or less,"
say "something must have", and not many have
"Andrés Calamaro
" If you dare, then you know: Put some red color, without being cumbersome or phosphorescent be very striking. The rest is not important. " This was as, from game to game, started this intimate story, nevertheless, still be written.
At first, Martin was doing it for fun or something similar to it (who knows what hides the soul of the people.) Then, as he liked the idea of \u200b\u200bamassing money to go "down the generosity of the night ', and soon after launched in these LIDES, to be able to buy the magnificent Kawasaki both frighten.
sometimes on Fridays, but especially on Saturday night, with the red garment of rigor-pants, sweaters, scarves, shawls, were betting on a portal of the Plaza de Armas and, while sucking a cheap cigarette, looked for a car that 'tokens' to stop.
"Most are widowed aunts, horny or unsatisfied", had told me in great detail, and in more than one occasion, as we shared our good pitchers of beer out of high school computer science, "others, however, they just want you finish the run and in his hands, saying that the chilly semen is manna for wrinkles. The more adept you are asked to do so in his own face. Seriously, and without pity: to ejaculate in front of their faces. That depends on you and how much they are able to offer. But to be honest, there are few attractive ... Nearly all are killed, then you have to stimulate your thinking about rich or thin, if you want, thinking about your own skinny ... so you can get, if not for the pure. "
- And more or less how much they pay? "I began to inquire with feigned disinterest. "That's very relative, Chinese. Some are sent with a hundred against lucas or more. But if you have a bad night, you can find old stingy offer you and only twenty chifita handles: so are some of starts! But, I repeat, not all want sex. There are ladies who just touch you above, do not even suck it, just rub against you, they are heated, they say bad words, and charge, do not you seems facilazo? The night is the best school. That's why telling these little details I'm saying very little, or nothing: on the court are the roosters. Will not you try?
I was going through economic hardship. I had no way to pay the rent of the room and had just left school ("leave" is a euphemism, I had driven by my very poor academic performance).
When I saw my friend debuting the bike, I thought that I was entitled to access to those little luxuries that little by little, they were increasing: "But, Martin ... There are places that creeks Plaza de Armas? There you are with anyone. "Sure, there are full points throughout the city, gil. For example, in the avenue army, or Airplane Park. I told you, sometimes the place is not important, what matters is the facade, the hook, crazy. A good red sweater and a face of an angel of missions you can take a snap. I do not know, "he said, overcome by this fear that makes us unknown. Like ... "As you are missing eggs: it is normal, I went through the same thing! Among gypsies we will not read the letters.
was true: my need was great, but I lacked the courage to venture into what Martin called the "scene of the night Arequipa", that it provided them enough income to dress fashionably and start living like kings.
* * *
One weekend I drunk in a bar on Avenida Venezuela. As I wanted to follow, I wandered by chinganas is in the vicinity of the UNSA looking for a friend or acquaintance. There was no one, pure face unknown. It was very cold and did not bring a sweater. I crossed Independence Avenue and came to recognize some dough vendors approached me quickly. Speed \u200b\u200bup again, went through La Salle and the Twentieth Century crossing I noticed that all positions were closed. In consulting my watch I realized that they were more than eleven at night.
do not know what led me to insist on this attitude wandering dragged me to the corner of the church of La Compañía, with the Plaza de Armas. Then I stopped to rest, because they hurt the heels, unequivocal sign of my old heel pain. I looked for a cigarette in my pockets and found nothing but two coins twenty cents. I was the man of world missions.
"The Society of Jesus, I thought looking at the facade of the church and remembering that lost faith misfortunes and vexations of art:" Nothing can happen to me, I'm in the company of Jesus. "
In that moment, I felt that behind me, a car stop. Flipping noticed I was a Toyota Yaris modern tinted windows. That's when I discovered that the pole was blessed wore color that was the delight of my friend Martin, ie, red: the same as my old lady had given me on my birthday, "This color suits you very well, little boy. "
The driver's seat window was descending slowly and gradually, I was able to recognize the profile of a guy who was nearing sixty. "I offer you 50 soles for twenty minutes, something fast because I have little time," he said looking at the pole. Is it all right or how we do it? - Sorry, sir, "I replied, confused, trying to digest the proposal. I did not hear well, what I said? Peremptory
A flashback came to my aid. Sure, it was Martin!, Reminding me, "to be a truly freight, a freight with all of the law, you must be willing to open your mind. In other words: play with both feet, "you catch or pass it to you clean? Sometimes they're guys, old Arriola planted to you the obstructions and with whom you can draw up a basic salary in one night. I'm not exaggerating, those are the most spoiled. Open-minded, insane, the rest is arranged in conversation, because sometimes they want to break your ass. It hurts a little, but everything is on the cards. " "Oh, then you want more, "he said, unperturbed, and pointed to the passenger seat. Go up and fix it, do you think?
I started telling this story yet to be written because I am going to the car. Yes, I'm doing a terrible fear. What are you thinking? In everything: my mom, my girlfriend, Martin and their fucking tips.
outcrop some pictures of Mystic River and I think the old man driving this beautiful car, then sodomized me drown in the Rio Chili. But more to fear from the driver or even death, think about what steps should I take to rebuild my life and not disappoint my parents, 'Sorry, sir, " I tell her anguish, "I can not, never have. Best under me. " He nods eagerly, draws a vague gesture of disappointment before braking. I noted the street and thus gives me another chance. Perhaps the last.
-The Society of Jesus, "I say to myself, and I swear that I will continue writing stories when the reasons are less ungrateful.
A motorcycle passes by my side. But not Martin. He should go elsewhere.
At first, Martin was doing it for fun or something similar to it (who knows what hides the soul of the people.) Then, as he liked the idea of \u200b\u200bamassing money to go "down the generosity of the night ', and soon after launched in these LIDES, to be able to buy the magnificent Kawasaki both frighten.
sometimes on Fridays, but especially on Saturday night, with the red garment of rigor-pants, sweaters, scarves, shawls, were betting on a portal of the Plaza de Armas and, while sucking a cheap cigarette, looked for a car that 'tokens' to stop.
"Most are widowed aunts, horny or unsatisfied", had told me in great detail, and in more than one occasion, as we shared our good pitchers of beer out of high school computer science, "others, however, they just want you finish the run and in his hands, saying that the chilly semen is manna for wrinkles. The more adept you are asked to do so in his own face. Seriously, and without pity: to ejaculate in front of their faces. That depends on you and how much they are able to offer. But to be honest, there are few attractive ... Nearly all are killed, then you have to stimulate your thinking about rich or thin, if you want, thinking about your own skinny ... so you can get, if not for the pure. "
- And more or less how much they pay? "I began to inquire with feigned disinterest. "That's very relative, Chinese. Some are sent with a hundred against lucas or more. But if you have a bad night, you can find old stingy offer you and only twenty chifita handles: so are some of starts! But, I repeat, not all want sex. There are ladies who just touch you above, do not even suck it, just rub against you, they are heated, they say bad words, and charge, do not you seems facilazo? The night is the best school. That's why telling these little details I'm saying very little, or nothing: on the court are the roosters. Will not you try?
I was going through economic hardship. I had no way to pay the rent of the room and had just left school ("leave" is a euphemism, I had driven by my very poor academic performance).
When I saw my friend debuting the bike, I thought that I was entitled to access to those little luxuries that little by little, they were increasing: "But, Martin ... There are places that creeks Plaza de Armas? There you are with anyone. "Sure, there are full points throughout the city, gil. For example, in the avenue army, or Airplane Park. I told you, sometimes the place is not important, what matters is the facade, the hook, crazy. A good red sweater and a face of an angel of missions you can take a snap. I do not know, "he said, overcome by this fear that makes us unknown. Like ... "As you are missing eggs: it is normal, I went through the same thing! Among gypsies we will not read the letters.
was true: my need was great, but I lacked the courage to venture into what Martin called the "scene of the night Arequipa", that it provided them enough income to dress fashionably and start living like kings.
* * *
One weekend I drunk in a bar on Avenida Venezuela. As I wanted to follow, I wandered by chinganas is in the vicinity of the UNSA looking for a friend or acquaintance. There was no one, pure face unknown. It was very cold and did not bring a sweater. I crossed Independence Avenue and came to recognize some dough vendors approached me quickly. Speed \u200b\u200bup again, went through La Salle and the Twentieth Century crossing I noticed that all positions were closed. In consulting my watch I realized that they were more than eleven at night.
do not know what led me to insist on this attitude wandering dragged me to the corner of the church of La Compañía, with the Plaza de Armas. Then I stopped to rest, because they hurt the heels, unequivocal sign of my old heel pain. I looked for a cigarette in my pockets and found nothing but two coins twenty cents. I was the man of world missions.
"The Society of Jesus, I thought looking at the facade of the church and remembering that lost faith misfortunes and vexations of art:" Nothing can happen to me, I'm in the company of Jesus. "
In that moment, I felt that behind me, a car stop. Flipping noticed I was a Toyota Yaris modern tinted windows. That's when I discovered that the pole was blessed wore color that was the delight of my friend Martin, ie, red: the same as my old lady had given me on my birthday, "This color suits you very well, little boy. "
The driver's seat window was descending slowly and gradually, I was able to recognize the profile of a guy who was nearing sixty. "I offer you 50 soles for twenty minutes, something fast because I have little time," he said looking at the pole. Is it all right or how we do it? - Sorry, sir, "I replied, confused, trying to digest the proposal. I did not hear well, what I said? Peremptory
A flashback came to my aid. Sure, it was Martin!, Reminding me, "to be a truly freight, a freight with all of the law, you must be willing to open your mind. In other words: play with both feet, "you catch or pass it to you clean? Sometimes they're guys, old Arriola planted to you the obstructions and with whom you can draw up a basic salary in one night. I'm not exaggerating, those are the most spoiled. Open-minded, insane, the rest is arranged in conversation, because sometimes they want to break your ass. It hurts a little, but everything is on the cards. " "Oh, then you want more, "he said, unperturbed, and pointed to the passenger seat. Go up and fix it, do you think?
I started telling this story yet to be written because I am going to the car. Yes, I'm doing a terrible fear. What are you thinking? In everything: my mom, my girlfriend, Martin and their fucking tips.
outcrop some pictures of Mystic River and I think the old man driving this beautiful car, then sodomized me drown in the Rio Chili. But more to fear from the driver or even death, think about what steps should I take to rebuild my life and not disappoint my parents, 'Sorry, sir, " I tell her anguish, "I can not, never have. Best under me. " He nods eagerly, draws a vague gesture of disappointment before braking. I noted the street and thus gives me another chance. Perhaps the last.
-The Society of Jesus, "I say to myself, and I swear that I will continue writing stories when the reasons are less ungrateful.
A motorcycle passes by my side. But not Martin. He should go elsewhere.
