had a dream the other day. rode his bicycle through the streets of my childhood. I found it weird because I did not know child's bike, I learned to my late teens. at full speed down an empty street on a bicycle without brakes, small detail that never filled my mind, which made me strange too, because now in my early adulthood there is nothing more essential than the brakes. a feeling of freedom all through my body, with air speed covering me, feeling it in my face, my hair, dancing, reminding myself. I woke up feeling still exploiting the inside, I opened my eyes and I found myself thinking as I sleep. I jumped out of bed, I put on some trousers, a shirt of Rainer Werner Fassbinder, my tennis more stories to tell than most people 50 years and went outside. the hot sun brought to me by climate change, the course of the planet's gravitational and weakened ozone layer blinded me a few seconds. "My god" I said all set, I crossed the parking lot sure of myself, I went to my machine, the radio, as always, at full volume, and the speakers boomed at a rate that was merged with the current state of my soul and spirit leaned to the extent of believing unstoppable. put my foot on the pedal and tread lightly, with eyes as open as possible, with drool-soaked shirt and with my heart beating so hard I felt like a fist against my chest. I went there, had to leave town.
drove for hours until I ran out of gas. was in a small village called strontium. I left my car and took a look, a horrendous people lost in the desert, with 4 separate buildings on the road. "So this is where I live now" a native told me smell the armpit. "Choc chu chap chap" replied the Indian. "Great" I replied, hoping that an Indian was cool and I had not suggested sexualmente. acomodé mi cabello, puse un cigarrillo en mi boca, le di fuego y entré a una tiendita color rosa. "buenas" le dije a la mujer horrible atrás del mostrador. "hola" dijo ella y me enseñó que no había dentista en el pueblo. "busco una pensión, mi amable señorita" y le regalé un guiño tan coqueto que algunos lo considerarían pecado. "una pensión, eh?" repitió la muy hija de la verga. "bueno, hay dos pensiones, mi estimado caballero" señaló a un montón de papitas de marca desconocida "en esa dirección está la pensión de la señora consuelo" y luego señaló una maquinita descompuesta y dijo "pa allá está la pensión del señor Ortencia "," that Ortencia "I said, entering a trance. my mind escaped from my body and ran down the time until the 5th grade. back to my early school years. again sitting, watching the professor of mathematics, Ortencia contreras. I shouted, spitting in the face, I said it was useless and my life would be a complete waste, which should end all at once and save my parents money. I, a young boy of 11 years, looked serious, thinking "but what the whistle so mamalón son." woke from the trance with children cafes taking things from my pockets. "boy" shouted them away from me as an away camp mosquitoes. to avoid falling back into similar trance chose to stay at the pension of Mrs. comfort. "Very nice" I told the lady horrible, I put my hands on her cheeks and to show my gratitude tenderly kissed her, informing the greater the feeling. I left the shop and followed the road to an old house with a black ribbon above the door in a wall, carelessly painted, read, "PECIÓN OF GUADALUPE conzuela CELLORA Artiaga." I knocked on the door. in what he hoped to open asked luck, fate and nature that not all women are like the store, taste extremely unpleasant stranger fucked my taste buds that at least be nice and make my children beautiful and successful result. biology exploded. "Shit" I said, turning to my penis, "not now." I curse the creator, the little manipulated curse that is the human body, I would have control over these things. turn on and off at will my fever. a semi-dwarf fat lady in an apron and a tattoo of a bullfighter in his arm, opened the door. "How I can help you?" I asked, baffled because my face was backlit. "I want a room, respectable person," he said, more demanding than asking. "50 weight" she said, wiping the sweat from his brow with her apron, "the day?" I asked naively. "Asshole" I noticed it said on the apron of the lady, "no year" corrected to laugh. "50 year weight?!" "So, no one comes here, I know it's expensive, but please, sir, I am a poor old woman, almost a dwarf, do you want from me?! Good, I say something ... give me 45 weight and ready , is the most I can lose myself ... have mercy ... have mercy! " I filled my pants lady of mucus and saliva. to me the truth I was little, but the lady had shown desperate and what does one do with someone desperate? one takes advantage. "I give 25 weight" bargained, imagining a demon by placing a small sign with my name in a small room in hell. "25 weight? Is okay, 25 weight, but give them to me right now," I was bored so I decided not to haggle over, pulled out my wallet full of money, I took a pass 20 and stayed at the 5 then, she had to other and agreed. "I show him his room, the fourth most beautiful of the pension." toured the house. was an old house, empty, ever had style, but now everything was dusty and neglected. the decor was surprisingly elegant and white people had portraits on the walls. Mrs. consolation explained that she was the servant of some rich people who wanted to get away from the busy life in the capital and had sought refuge in the middle of the road. lived there a few weeks later, without a word, disappeared. come to my room. I do not know if it was the prettiest, but certainly was the best room in which he had been in my life. expensive furniture and all the incredible taste. "Breakfast at 10, eat at 3", "agree" I said, admiring the room. "Here is the key" and put a huge golden key on a table so pretty that touched a special place in my heart. "Thank you very much" I said, smiling. I opened the window and to me the seemingly endless Mexican desert. "I think I can get used to it," declared, dropping on the bed. one second in this comfortable mattress designed for foreign minds, an example of what can this kind that sometimes makes one wonder if we evolved at all, but thanks to these small exceptions, the certainty that man is number one becomes violent and installed to expels someone with some bullshit, and I fell asleep.
the next morning I ate an animal I'd never heard and took the coffee flavor I've tried. I decided to get a job and went to a tire repair. the owner was an old blind man who had 2 sons, William, the kind of person who never expect to find in a place like that, an intellectual who read voraciously and I knew everything one can know about all sorts of things, every year traveling on his bicycle to the nearest library and stole all the books he could carry, and Eduardo, the funniest man I've ever met in my life, had perfected the art of comedy and now had complete control over how funny it was, with his super healing power people constipated. had reached the top of your areas of interest in leisure perennial ruled their lives. No one stood out there and had never cured anything. without hesitation I got the job of assistant and I stopped to fill my life with their talents. Guillermo gave me "tropic of cancer" henry miller. I sat every evening in an inn and read until the case. at night listening to Eduardo do their comedy routine, or thought she had never laughed so much. my life beyond all imagination. the only thing missing was a woman who would let me download it my biology. one evening, dressed in my overalls back saying "I come to ruin the toilet", I went to William and asked if there were more women in the village that Mrs. and Miss comfort horrible the shop named Christina, he read as always, never took his eyes from the book, he extended his arm in my direction with a raised finger, asking for a second. finished reading, put the separator, closed the book and saw me. recognized in my eyes the animal I am, sighed and prepared to release the terrible truth. He rose from his chair, grabbed my arms, I could see in his expression that the answer to my question was not going to like me and was the kind of response that is a kick in the testicles, metaphorically speaking. "No, not there more women in this town," he replied. "And now" and you? " asked a bit confused "We decided let's go, do not we move, we love living here and do not reach more women," but ... " wanted with all my might have something to say, something to answer, but who makes the decision to disappear sure knows his stuff and his face showed that this problem had stolen sleepy. I turned around and went, he followed me with his eyes, eyes spitting sadness. that night at the board thought about it. I thought all night, but did not find any solution. I gave up, recognizing that if the world's most cultivated person found no answer, for me, a guy like anyone, would be ridiculous to keep trying. had a decision to make. out of town for one or stay there, where I felt so comfortable that my mother's womb was a place with no chairs filled with people who smell bad. "Ok" I said, full of courage, had come to a conclusion, ever forget my golden desire to have children and was going to be beautiful after the monster known as Cristina store.
the next afternoon I went to the shop of the village and invited Cristina to leave, she said she was a lesbian and anyway I was not his type. "Lesbian?" I repeated, seeing drove away with a broom brown children licking the walls of the store. I left the store and went to work. that afternoon I ended tropic of cancer, to read the last word stored all the freedom in the heart of Henry Miller was transferred to me and I realized that was the most open out there. "Fuck" I told the world and sat on the dairy farm to watch the sunset.
Strontium is a chemical element table Mr symbolized regular and atomic number is 38.
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