news came when I was in my little cabin, writing a story about Japanese lost in time. wrote in a crumpled tablecloth café with super eyes open, died of laughing in my room furnished with a bed, a chair and a desk and chair. the desk facing a window overlooking the forest surrounding the commune / town where cool was born, grew up and became the charming subject that I am today. chuy my cousin, a manly transvestite who never learned to make up well, came and sat on my bed, flipped through my book of swear words in many diferentes idiomas y esperó a que acabara de escribir, quien me conoce sabe que no se me interrumpe porque quien se atreva va de inmediato a mi shitlist y esto significa que, aunque soy un vato más que cool, si un día, por cosas del destino, su vida corre peligro y yo soy el único que puede salvarla, no movería un dedo. por fin acabé y volteé a verlo, sonriente. "hola primo chuy" le dije. "hola" respondió, sonriendo. "qué te trae por acá?" le pregunté nada sorprendido de verlo ahí, mi primo chuy a cada rato pasaba por mi cabaña. "ah tenía algo que decirte, pero se me olvidó" y reímos los dos y luego suspiramos al mismo tiempo. el primo chuy ya rolaba un porro, como 15 minutos then she remembered. "I remembered now ah!" he shouted, dropping the paper and marijuana. "Tell me, do not be like me, I'm your friend!" I said, pulling his knees, clasping his hands as he pleads, making the funny chuy my cousin accompanied me in laughter and was "the mayor and some strange await you at the civic center." I put my hands on my waist and gave her a face, saying without words "shameless", primo chuy shrugged and made a gesture that immediately won my heart. I ran as the great teto I am the civic center was near the town square, including bars and cafes. "Chuy goodbye!" was heard in the distance.
went to the civic center, breathing with difficulty. the mayor of the commune / cool people, I received and paternally rebuked me "what about you, boy? perhaps you like to leave you waiting for?", "no, sir," replied embarrassed, eyes closed, "no nerves, "he replied and put his arm around my shoulders. "Someone waiting for you" I said, opening the door to the basketball court ball. right in the midfield was a lady behind a table. just because you put your eyes on it, the power of love I picked it up and floated to have around, thundered in my ears beautiful music, no control about myself, I stretched my arm, with our eyes together as Siamese twins, gawking smiled, and made a touch, I brushed my hand on her pink and smooth brown cheek, the touch of our fur stole 10 years of my life, if there been so young and healthy right now would be a grave, but it was the cause of a stroke that would years later, but by god it was worth totally worth it. time stopped and if someone would tell me who spent a lifetime not last for even a second. unfortunately we were violently returned to reality when the mayor cleared his throat. rarely have I felt so uncomfortable, it took little bit to work back to regain control of my body. "Sit," I suggested to the mayor, who looked considerably embarrassed, pointing to a chair of such metal that bend. the mayor was apologizing to the look and ensuring that I am as harmless as the army of a 3rd world country. "Hello" said the lady, "called me lupe, but I say love lupita" and made more tender face I've seen in my life. "I am ..." I interrupted "I saved the saliva, I know who he is, why I'm here", "no follow" confessed confused. "I come from the capital, inviting all writers in all regions of the country to a conference to be held on February 14 and according ... I have told you is the only one here, "he revealed, now very serious, was when I realized I was wearing an elegant suit and was nicely combed." ahh "was all I could reply," that appropriate day of love and friendship, "I thought, giving arguments romantic who calls me abnormal mentally retarded. then we were on Jan. 4. has never left my village before the arrival of the beauty that was in front, I never was interested, but these hazel eyes gave me all the confidence I needed and a "ok" I broke the uncomfortable silence that followed a few seconds. I got an invitation to all instructions, I invited her to stay a few days with me and be my girlfriend, she let out a laugh, I could see the doubt in their eyes grow, but at a fraction of a second, will and education, the cut down and answered with a lump in my throat "no I can, I have still many areas to visit "the two made a sad face. "But we are on February 14 and I show you where I live, excited smile," ok, it's a deal "I said, cute. I accompanied her to the edge of town and walked away I saw in her little blue car old Italian. "Goodbye" came to me as if I had become a puppet dog and I have tight, almost in tears, with her turned into a dot in the distance and the darkness rising up in the sky.
day became unbearable, every second felt like a month, every minute was a life and times were whole epochs. Hope to see you again helped me keep going and his memory was the anti-itch ointment was waiting. sitting on a bench in the ice cream parlor my family, the only ice cream shop in the village, the ice cream store "never say never-ed," eating frosting mamey and incredibly funny reading comics, made by a friend of the people, time passed and I never doubted to go, even once the fear of the unknown gripped me. the first people out of my little thing I did until a few weeks After lying in my bed, returning from watching a movie about death and destruction, uncertainty slipped my brain. "Oh shit" I said, now infected by fear, surrounded by darkness and the darkness I was days, clutching my blankets, safe in my cocoon, feeling like a dog. I felt so ashamed of myself, but fear is not disputed, there is no argument good enough to silence him, whispering in his head always the worst. "Damn!" I screamed with the sound distorted by the sheets, eyes expelling tears, overflowing with the courage of my soul and decided to let me die. meanwhile the people spoke, saying that I had become crazy and no one dared to go to see. chuy cousin sharpened his knife collection when his girlfriend, Rodrigo. "Primo chuy! shouted chuy cousin did not hear the noise it made the metal against metal, Rodrigo had to close and with a finger touched his shoulder, the cousin chuy immediately stopped and faced his girlfriend of years, "what, chula? " asked their Chinese old blonde wig a bit inconvenient. read on his face immediately that something horrible happened to me, sent everything away in their heels and ran to my cabin, shouting "aaaa!" and who can swear I saw the son of the yard looked like in those old movies in fast motion, all caused great laughter in the community and would be remembered for years. chuy cousin came violently, "you wrong?" cried to see my sheets smelling and I made a living corpse. "But my cousin chuy ..." confessed to a lot of work, starving and sound being blocked by the huge penalty, "I have fear!" and felt the world collapse. I covered my face with the blankets, was not able to look at my cousin chuy could not allow anyone to see me, I felt a horrible monster, misshapen and foul. spent a second cousin chuy and said nothing. I heard the horrible noise to confess my sickness stopped and I could hear the birds singing happily, I felt the gears of the life continue to turn, nothing had happened. Suddenly, I felt like chuy cousin sat on the bed and removed the covers from my face. my eyes covered with tears and crusts found their friendly and smiling face. "Do not be nervous," he said, and with the outside of the hand me a pat on my cheek, his touch assured me live forever or at least to accept my mortality was something I had to do sooner or later and that better time than now. I smiled back and slowly raised my fist to the sky. victory would be mine. I worked on my style and I prepared to be the best. I read a thousand books and writing at a breakneck pace. I felt better than ever and ready to everything.
the night before I organized a huge pachanga. I was well known in the town / village, but it was not any secret that reason enough to let go. Afrika Bambaataa and everyone played and we danced and we had better than ever. the next morning I awoke to the cousin chuy, "it's time." I dressed in an outfit that my mother had bought at age 15, gray. around my neck a dark blue tie and black shoes my feet from my late father. flipping my hair, serious as a Muslim. I took my backpack filled with cigarette pants and sure of myself I walked to the bus stop. all the way to the capital, read, cackling very hard, little stories he had written the last month. I finally arrived. Carefully read the instructions, the convention would be in the same hotel where he had reserved a room. "The madison hotel!" I shouted excitedly, the driver of the taxi, "ash, that cat heard me muttered, That makes me a bit self-conscious, but it was only a tiny tank top for that was my excitement. arrived, I paid more than I should and I jumped out of the taxi. I ran inside the hotel, I entered the lobby, I admired him for a while, "but what a nice lobby" I said, in a good mood, a button that I looked indifferent. asked the pretty receptionist on the convention of writers, "over there" he said in a voice unusually grave and said a golden door with amazing designs. "Oh ok" I said, I turned my back and she slowly walked away, laughing. I came almost running into the living room and I slammed into a wall of clones. thousand people are alike, all while talking about themselves, about their long stories and gave their views on all sorts of things. "Shit" was all I could say to contemplate such a spectacle. I felt a pain in the heart and looked up the registration table, a little intimidated by all those faces hard and cold. "Hello" I said amiably with a brown sweater and glasses, sitting at the registration desk. "Where is?" asked, apathetic, "amm ... Cuaxolotlpan *" I replied, puzzled, "What's wrong with these people?" I asked, losing the spirit. "Table 89" told me and gave me a picture with my name, all that time he looked at me even once. I took the picture, I paid for it and walked away with growing bitterness. I found my table empty. I looked at the crowd and I felt more alone than ever. horrible swamp that had made my mind grew a flower, I remembered lupita and my heart took off into the cosmos of love. my badges were colored. "Ah lupita" just think of her name back to me with emotion. "Lupita oh, where are you? Where are you, my beloved?!" and ran, desperate in their search. I looked for about 5 minutes to find only failure, I gave up, feeling like the most miserable of creatures. oh but the pocket just above my heart began to burn salvation. a smile grew to fill ¾ of my pretty face and violently took Porritt forgotten and picked him up, triumphant. "De puta madre!" I yelled at Porritt, excited. my head was smoked mode immediately. I found a door into a garden and, like any ninja, he was outside in a garden perfect, life would have seemed made just for me. flipping my hair, I took the fire and before I knew it I was dancing on clouds. I looked at the blue sky, looked at the flowers and happiness turned to empower me. "That is life? Who am I? I'm doing here?" I asked, fascinated by the existence, filling me drool. I walked away more and more of reality, with the cheerleading thing of the past, when a speaker was heard: "We are about to begin, go to their tables." I stared at him with a horn, it would be funny ocurriéndoseme someone was alarmed to think that there is a little man got there. I saw a lady sitting with an idiot face, approached me patted my shoulder and loving voice said "Come on, handsome," I smiled and went to my table.
came to my table. there were other 2 subjects. one with diamonds in her ears, scarf down a Yankees cap and pants like 24 sizes too big. super sneakers graffiti parents face nude women with orgasm. the other man was a messy type, but well dressed, disheveled, emaciated and battered mouth without lighting a cigarette. had a chair between the two and took it. "Hello" I said, "that thing" I told the two in unison. this gave us laughter to all three. we present: the urban look is called johnny g and the other was named Ramon. we many things in common, our love for fat asses and marijuana, liquor and all three possessed the particular vision that makes life a marathon festival. began the conference, but we cared little. Ramon took out three glasses and a bottle of whiskey richest I've had in my life. started drinking. to laugh off our dynamic and excellent after wandering, put Tantita attention to what the speakers said, but no matter how you try not to understand anything and it looked like they were reading a list of random words. We were falling from hard partying and screaming and when the conference ended. "Thank you, see you next year." then I noticed the ugly that we were watching around the world. "You" was an old lady "give bad name to the literature," he said with anger in his eyes. Ramon took it and he settled a sloppy kisser, lady ran. the three broke into laughter. my heart was a nearly completed puzzle picture extremely funny, the only missing piece was my lupita. I thought that seeing my two new friends, leaving the room, singing and hugging as befits drunks. resignation and took possession to feel tap on my shoulder, "another mamalón" I thought when I return, I was happily wrong in front of me lupita found, smiling, with their red badges with sincere joy in their eyes. "Lupita" I murmured, my heart exploding a bomb of love. I took her by the waist and accommodates the most tender kiss I've accommodated. "Daring" he said, playfully. The "follow me home?" suggested, to see my drunken badges and see my friend confessed his love. "Ok!" and took his hand, I told the boys and left the parking lot, the car lupita, our young love spilling from his eyes, and we were very happy for an evening that just a horrible accident could draw from our memories. Lupita
lived in a one-story house in Coyoacan. las paredes estaban tapizadas con libros y cuadros súper padres. su casa me recordaba un poco a mi cabaña, la verdad no podría decir por qué. nos sentamos y tomamos toda la tarde. los porros empezaron a correr y las risas no se detuvieron un segundo. era como si toda nuestras vidas hubiéramos estado esperándonos los unos a los otros. lupita nos contó que no era coincidencia, ella, al conocer nuestro trabajo y nuestras personalidades, nos había sentado juntos y sabía que nos llevaríamos excelente. fue en ese momento que el amor que sentía por ella evoluciono a algo serio. lupita era la mejor artista de los cuatro y johnny g, ramón y yo lo sabíamos. guardamos un segundo de silencio, mostrándole nuestro respeto to host such a magnificent evening. "Lupita ... you are the best" I said three holes in my face, talking on the two new, she replied just as I knew, laughed tenderly. The party continued until they fell Johnny g Ramon. lupita and I just stayed. "6:00 am" I saw the clock on the wall, my truck out in 30 minutes. "Lupita" I said, with a huge pain pouring from my soul. "I know" she said, also tortured by her feelings. "See you again?" I asked, remembering all that cheesy movie you always wanted to implement, "never say never ... ed" and both said good-naturedly laughed with tears in his eyes. we stand very close together other. "Send me your little stories" lupita always thought of his work, "agree" I said and we kissed until we were exchanged taste in the mouth. mouth tasted like a natural sweetness, hers should have known it to chips, pot and beer. "Goodbye" I said, giving him a smile. I took my backpack and went out into the fresh morning, the streets empty and silent.
* Cuaxolotl is the goddess of the heart in Aztec mythology, Quiubo
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