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In the morning ... I told them

my chest hurt. Just that. Why put together such a fuss, if so long that happens to me? I heard the siren of the ambulance arrived. A worried-looking doctor, examined me from head to toe. We will give you a soothing (I said) is all I can do, it's too late. Sure it's late! (I thought). We had to prepare to go to my granddaughter's birthday Clarita. I just wanted to give me the sedative, to calm them and let me get up. I got it, not one but three.

the evening ...

At last we arrived at the party. There were many cars parked, because Clarita has many friends. I am well made up, but I scratched his neck snaps. The room was not very big and decorated with flowers too. I found in a good place, resplendent with candles, where he could see everything. They were all relatives and neighbors went to say hello. Clarita and my daughter, at times, made me company. Did not see them happy. I stroked and they fell a tear. It must be that the party is not turning out as expected (I thought, but did not say). There were people walking to and fro, and others lounging in soft armchairs. Don waitress offered coffee, a couch and a drink. Not me, because they knew that morning had not gone well. Not listening to music. The truth is that I was bored and was beginning to resent the smell given off by flowers. And after a few hours, some women struggling with their shawls. It is seen that felt cold. I do not. I took painkillers effect. He no longer felt any pain. I decided to sleep.

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makes me laugh until I fell out of breath. Joseph leads me to dance until dawn. Manuel left me spellbound with his philosophical reflections. Lucas cooking special dishes for me. Roberto is my confidant patient. Brat Pit with her face kills me versatile.
I sleep with Ruben and I have dreamed of by any woman orgasms, because not only am with him. Appear out of nowhere ... Pedro, José, Manuel, Luke, Robert and Brat Pit.

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ran. The pilot gray man beaten by the wind, ran or flew like a bird. Nobody knew if he fled or was life encounter with life. Across the level crossing. The train was in front. Did not stop.

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supporters say that the passion to play football. Peter was an exception. All that ambition, to play for his team, was overcome (if possible by Gole ada) To his chagrin, in recent years, the championship was won always the "Charruas." Slowly, the rage was growing inside him. Both grew, which caused a stomach ulcer. It was then that he got the idea. If they joined with other clubs, making each one the best, dust could cause insurance to "The Charruas." It was a crazy idea, but Peter was already a little crazy.

midnights between Gallo and managed a mass meeting with the presidents pre, accountants, coaches, trainers physical and guest players.'s proposal was accepted Pedro. First, to give structure to the new club was to have a president. The discussion was tough (it is known the steering committee is handling the money) was elected Fernandez (the only president who was not his club to the brink of bankruptcy) passed to discuss who would be the coach. All were nominated. Each gave the reasons he believed he had going for it: it was the most qualified to evaluate, select, develop ... Arrival midnight was named Peter, in recognition of his ability, demonstrated leadership. Have to decide who would play the next game and occupy positions. The situation became tense. No shortage of insults. A pineapple did not, thanks to the intervention of Peter. Do not let your project be ruined by these fools. Less now who was the head coach of the new team (said). His face twitched even more. I could not throw up their anger, because a good coach must know how to manage and lead a group, facing conflict situations calmly. They will play at the greatest experience! (Said with a firm voice and with one hand pressing his stomach) Surprised, everyone nodded. Needed a name to represent them. Someone suggested "buddy" and was applauded. And the color of the shirt? (Be afraid to ask a boy who was watching), ushering in a new contest. As long was we who did not smoke, smoked, others were a little nap and went over a to see if I got a choripán. Fernandez was the one, tapping the table, said it would be striped, with all the colors of the old jerseys now former clubs. One of the players thought it was a mess (did not say, for fear of being expelled) Comply with legal proceedings began concentrations.

Despite his efforts, Peter was unable to form a team player cohexionado (each a "kick to his side") He became aware that it is not the same to be together that crowded.

The decisive match of the championship was again won "The Charruas." Peter could not attend because his ulcer bleeding.

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This hobby of being in love with you without knowing
This hobby of wandering in circles looking for you and fail
This mania
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This mania be in love with you and not finding
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When you arrive you will recognize and will always spring custodiaré
because the sun in my pocket

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're dead, well play dead and buried. "And then what? Why this torture that I undergo every night? You know that I spent two years trying to get together, articularte .., spending jars of paste. I failed and quit. You know. You know but do not settle. Just lie down and turn off the lights, appears next my bed. Do not see you, but you sit there and listen to your breathing. You spend your hands as warm breeze on my eyes, my lips, my hair and you follow through my body until I burn. You'll be born a second before dawn. I ask the reason for my dark circles and I can not answer that every night I wed your shadow. Your shadow I can not afford to live. You're dead, well dead man and buried. I need your second death. I'll see.

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empty houses


We
empty houses were painted to disguise
so you can integrate
comparsa hiding behind the mask of hypocrisy. The carnival

of life we \u200b\u200blearned
laugh if everyone laughs
to mourn if all
cry because of this joke
nobody wants to live anonymously

marched from the passage of one, two, three ... one ...
to not break the rhythm comparsa
and be condemned to solitude howls us in our empty house

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INVISIBLE RING



Painting: "invisible", acrylic on canvas of my admired VANESA GIORDANO.



He has stolen everything under the chair you are sitting

His shoulders fall due
thin arms pushing
between long hair lint His hands are limp
languidly across the lap with nothing to hold


not retain even the memory of laughter
emits no cries of protest
and her lips are blurred

His pupils dilated by salt
observed distances
traveled
The thief was time and she hopes


sitting in his chair to finish his work

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That evening Lucy took the keys to go to his sister's birthday. Before it was found out by looking in the mirror. He wondered if the image that was reflected was it: eye dull, dry skin and two deep wrinkles between the eyebrows. With forty years and this aspect is not unusual to be alone (she thought), alone ... without a man.

During the meeting his sister introduced him to Ernest. Ernesto ... a man fifteen years her senior, who could not say more than four words together. Lucia felt that it was unable to be pretentious and agreed to go out with him the next day. He did it with the same reluctance with which he soon after accepted the marriage proposal. After a short courtship they married. They said the usual: till death do us part. They exchanged rings. Do not know why, but Lucia felt an old cow which were marking a fire. He consoled himself, thinking they would not be alone. He was right. They settled in the house of Ernesto. Lucia knew from the first day of married three things: Ernesto's mother had died a year he could say more than four words together (when he talked about how much he missed) and now, the house was home to three: Ernesto , Ernesto's mother and her. Ernesto

a week left trabajo.Aprovechando questions the absence of her husband, Lucia got up late to prepare breakfast. He hurt the finger. It took the kitchen light. When he wanted to take the handle of the jug with milk, the pain stopped him. He looked at his hand. The finger was very swollen. He wanted to remove the ring and could not. Tried to get soap to slide outside and could not. The finger swelled more and was turning black. Drawer of a small closed volume tools to cut the ring. I only succeeded in hurting his finger. The ring was no longer visible: he had hidden in the wan flesh. The finger was torn. Overwhelmed, only managed to throw it away. Livid reached to sit on the couch in the living room where hung the portrait of Ernesto's mother. When he returned, his mother was wearing a wedding ring.

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SEVEN DAYS AND SEVEN NIGHTS A SURVIVOR


day I do not like:

Monday, because everyone is rushing to leave the house, as if warning of an earthquake.
Tuesday, because I have a picture with Miss Charlotte: that old loud ever likes my drawings. Wait to paint like Picasso, the pictures I saw on TV? (I wonder).
Wednesday, because when we do gymnastics, I loaded my teammates because I shake. What if I'm fat? (I say this in rabies).
Thursday because Mom goes to the psychologist and, when he returns, he goes to sleep without cooking or sausage. Nor call delivery, as almost always. Will the psychologist tells sad stories? (I wonder).
Friday, because Dad comes too late and I hear my mom yelling: you're a bastard, and the mine with which you come out a bitch! I do not understand. I swear prohibited.
Saturday, because my friend Mary is going to the fifth with his parents and I have to play with.
friends come Sunday because my parents to eat barbecue. I besuquear women, men pat me, then everyone ignores me. It is the day I miss Mary.


I like nights

From the Monday, because we go to bed early, and I have more time to daydream.
on Tuesday, because I dream that tomorrow I will have to Silvia seño class drawing, paint his portrait and I will smile with her mouth and eyes.
From the Wednesday, because mom will dream of a meal at delivery, and I will adelgazaré scorer in the game gym class.
From the Thursday, because my mom sleep psychologist will discharge and with the money she paid him to go to the hairdresser and dad got home from work and tell you it's made a goddess.
From the Friday, because Mom and Dad dream come home early from work and then go to the pizzeria on the corner. I will eat "allowed a week, and until we also take a photo the three embraced.
On Saturday, because I dream that Mary's parents get bored of the fifth, and we sold all day to play.
on Sundays, because I remember sleeping on Saturday and I dream with Mary. But the dream is different: we will not play, because we will be great (although large also play hide and seek). We will be engaged and get married (if she promises to never have children).

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(?) ARGENTINE FALKLANDS WAR OF THE DEVIL


Marta decides to take two days off. Is frustrated at his inability to promotion he expected. No justice (say, airy), no justice. So is there in the park Gualeguaychú. The river looks. The branches of the willows play disheveled. Is too angry to see it. A mosquito's bite. Upset, gets into his car and heads for the city. Want to bend in one corner but can not. Crossed the street, a relatively young man, he shuts off, shouting unintelligible words and punches the air. This guy is drunk, drugged or both (think). Determined not to take over other people's problems, go back and follow the street you came, toward the hotel.
After dinner, go to the casino. Win me lift the mood (they say). Park the car on the curb in front, parallel to the boardwalk. A guard is watching carefully. His work is to avoid that customers have problems. Marta cross the street. About to enter the casino when he hears screams. Is surprising: the side of his car is the same man he saw at noon, within a circle formed by the neon light. The stranger, sometimes insulting and threatening someone who is not (or themselves), others kneeling, crying and blesses people who are not (or do). The guard reassures. Do not worry, it's harmless (and still says), it does not hurt anyone and the car, if that's what worries her. It is Jesus, a former soldier in the Falklands, the war left it.
At the home of Jesus, Mary and Joseph are concerned that their child does not arrive. It always comes to dinner and sleep early. A meal is not enough, always wants more, to reach the fill and only then goes to bed. Placed in a fetal position and cover to the head. Sometimes I listen to mourn. After midnight they decide to look at the pier, where it is always in the evening, staring at the river water. The casino and its surroundings, at night, become the most enlightened of the city. Today Jesus has lost track of time, but soon realizes that night has fallen. Dreads the darkness, so he has been against the casino. Parents find it. He refuses to leave, as if not recognition. Marta observes the scene for half an hour. Mary and Joseph finally convince him. Are lost, huddled in the shadows of the night. Jesus in the middle, with his cross. The Painful cries.

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long time ... the devil lived in the church of San Andrés. Tucked away in a black cassock, gave Mass, heard confessions of parishioners and led the school of the congregation. Soledad, just a teenager, went to Mass every Sunday to fulfill the dictates of his mother who, after the recent death of her husband, was spent praying. Soledad only thing he loved to listen, Mass, were sermons (when the priest told stories of the life led by the saints). The young priest he looked very young and intelligent and had a persuasive voice, he persuaded his mother that it was time that his daughter could take catechism and first communion. Soledad obey (obedience was the only legacy he had left his father). Taught in catechism which were the ten commandments and sins. Then came the big day. Before communion, must confess. Soledad obeyed (as always) and knelt in the confessional with her snowy dress made for the occasion. Through a small window, just ajar, he heard the priest asking, "what sins you've made?. She struggled but could not remember any. Then lied: I borrowed a pen to my partner bank and not returned (answered). Forgot ordered the seventh commandment: "Do not steal" (said the priest, and went on), will you promise not to do it? Yes ... (Her voice trembling). You are forgiven. Pray one Our Father and three Hail Marys and go in peace (ending cure.) Soledad felt for the first time a sinner: he lied. Became distraught thinking that after the first sin, perhaps committing others. No, it does not allow it. Began to read stories of people who by dint of sacrifice had become saints. The one that impressed her most was the St. Francis of Assisi. He considered the purest of heart. He had never lied (he thought) and decided to follow his example of life. When I was visiting did not repeat a portion of food offered to him (though his stomach being asked), not wanting to commit the second deadly sin: gluttony. At night, once turned off the light, pulled the mattress of his bed and slept on the strip. On rising body ached. Provided that sacrifice in return for the crown of thorns, the nails and the wound he saw the body of Jesus on the crucifix hanging in their home. He joined the Brotherhood of the Virgen del Carmen. They gave him a scapular and a leather belt to be worn over their clothes. It was not enough for her: put the belt on the skin and adjusted to feel pain. Do not take it out or to swim, only once did, when the pain of a wound to become unbearable. No one expected it (would not make the seventh deadly sin: pride), but the priest himself. He, smiling mouth and eyes. I'm glad you're on the right path (he said).
It was then that an event occurred that shook the parish. A car crashed after leaving a hotel accommodation. Inside they found a man and a woman unharmed wound. The man was the priest of the Church of San Andrés, the woman the president of mothers of school club. To the adulteress stoned to death for the neighborhood, not seen again. Soledad is reeled all beliefs learned: not order the ninth commandment, not desiring your neighbor's wife? He felt anger, the fifth deadly sin. The devil a black cassock, he was transferred to another parish. They say he left with his head high and smiling, as only he knew how.
Now, Soledad is my wife and we have no secrets. No longer goes to church. He has invented his own prayers. You feel liberated. Now it's your own conscience that tells him what to do. But ... some nights suffers nightmares, wake up anxious, sweaty and snuggles in my arms. Darling, I promise not to leave again (I beg). I can not make that promise.

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I never thought that a sadness so dark the school grounds without men, the same who lived in the schoolyards without women. Helena knew already, now do not expect Diego to output; Diego doubted if they ever would again. I was already certain that along with Sonia, never could go to the Villa 31. I invented rational windows to continue: mists alternately thicken and dissipate, humanity rises without rest to remote peaks (I repeat, the passage of the hours). Everyone knew the reason for the sadness in the Normal School. Sometimes, my father and my mother were discussing the disappearance of Diego and shouted at each other: for nothing will! (Said my father.) You know why! What bastards! (Replied my mother, crying). That "something" never talked to me. Helena hurt to breath. I asked for answers: Why Diego? "We happen to us as well? Do you happen to others?. Death had taken over the streets. The windows were closed, only a few, who did not care, or were for celebration, they were open. We must do something, and soon (helena said, impatiently.) I looked at her, looking inside me a response to comfort. I did not want us to touch our wounds, only to stop the bleeding. Everything has its time, and everything you want ... it's time (I said). I needed someone to Helena or anyone else, to believe what he was saying. Used to appeal to the hidden-up when I needed to feel safe. Now thirty-four years. I remade my life (I?). Yesterday I stopped at a window of Corrientes and Callao. From within came to me unmistakable strains of a tango, "crazy, crazy, crazy ... ". I read a worn and dirty and paper pasted on the glass by who knows whom: EMERGENCE OF JULY LOPEZ ALIVE!. Helena was right, (I told the indifferent passing me by).

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The theater is full. The lights point to the glitter of the jewels of the women. The curtain has not yet been raised. A man appears, walking on the edge of the stage with fear of falling. The surprise of the spectators made to silence the murmurs.
The man clears his throat and then begins to speak: I am here and you looking at me. You can probably guess that I am not one of the actors who have come to work see. Do not get impatient. I had to convince the theater owner to agree to give me a few minutes to ask a favor. Need to Know if He (the look), is here. Mom said he went every Saturday to the theater (y. .. today is Saturday), that she had wanted to, but a washerwoman could not afford them, yes. Think he was the son of the governor of the province (justified with tenderness). Yesterday I wanted to go to his grave in the hope of finding it. It will be useless (I said), the dead do not lie in their graves. And then ... where is my father? (I asked). He did not want me to know, but I never cease to find it. I will give data of his face that I picked up out there: always wears a suit and tie, shined shoes and good hair "to the hair gel." It has a grim expression, as someone angry with life, but his eyes ... his eyes denote a sad sweetness. Look at those beside him before turning off the lights and if they recognize it, I beg you to tell me: I need answers to understand. We apologize for the tone of my voice and my tears. I know many of you are thinking: What do I care what this guy is saying? Are wrong, what is it theater?: The reflection of life ... Sorry, I have to leave, came to look for two men in white, are those who care for me. If you see Him, you know where to find me. Thanks.
He bows and leaves where it came.

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As always, I appreciate the poetic brétema Group of Vigo, the publication of my poem "I declare Immortelle"

They would send an Argentine landscape: Gualeguaychú River Canyon, in the province of Entre rivers. Photo: Jorge Thebes.

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Gualeguaychú River. Photo: Jorge Thebes

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WANTED ME DECLARE IMMORTELLE

One day will not hear my breathing
not hear my heart beat will touch my body stiff


decided that I died and say goodbye to me because


have shut my mouth I can not say no ... I declare everlasting
to leave my shell was a
inevitable as the succession of days and nights
or

onset of winter will shut my mouth because I can not tell

not to come to my grave
put No roses

I'll be there


a lark flying euphoric
not know where ... here and there a waterfall
greening grasses that nourish the skin of the earth ... I'll be with you when you
appoint me or ever

one side of the moon will fall my kisses
twinkling

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PINDRINGO

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Buenos Aires, September 22, 2009
ANDRES

tell you, I warned you several times that he could not promise that we would last a lifetime. Vos insisted, insisted and insisted. You said that you own, that as soon as I saw you thought you'd never seen a woman so beautiful as I, who was the first time you were unfaithful to your wife ... I know that from the outset, I pay more attention to other colleagues. Thus began our relationship: talking in your free time. At first I thought just a friend. I was having a bad time: one of many with my boyfriend (who was a bastard). I confessed it and realized that it was easy prey. I consoled myself have an ear to listen to me, not like my boyfriend (who was still a creep). Gradually follow the script of a soap opera: illegal departure, lunch and hotel. Weekends no: you had to spend with your family and me to my boyfriend (who most of the time it appeared, the bastard). Yesterday, in the coffee, you told me you were thinking of separating from your wife, we could rent a small apartment and prove cohabitation for weekdays, you could unhook your wife a few nights, claiming it had any unforeseen guard. It was at that moment I realized that yes, it was possible to love me forever. I got scared. What department could not hide it from my boyfriend (an unfortunate but, after all, the man everyone assumed that I would marry). It was very hard to say that ours was terminated. You wanted to talk and did not let you. I did not want to hear your well-known prayers. I got up and left. Sorry

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