this stone is similar to another school pompita alonzo had succeeded. wrote a long story short, your friend / editor / manager, Joshua, undertook to sell well and gave them lots of money. pompita did what he promised if he won, he spent all his money on hookers, cocaine and a hotel room in Paris. survived and returned to the living world. Now, as the reading public agreed it was easy to win and he did again. wrote in less than a week another long story short, Joshua did his thing and another check arrived in the hands of writer gorditas favorite people who can read. excellent. enjoyed his fame, there was no person in the literary scene who did not know the name of Alfonso Mauricio "pompita" Alonzo and women with family problems and self-esteem were to him. I made sweet love to each of them without finding the grace to look for when you see a pair of boobs. no luck, loneliness persisted, but our friend instead of fighting this constant in his life, more internal than external problems, followed with his own. when the popularity he lost his grace and became upset and psychological problems which for years jodiéndolo one day be sucked pompita all. went home, a small, dirty apartment, with the spotted bare white walls and broken furniture and old, filled a suitcase with his collection of shorts, 365, one for each day of the year, turned his back on the backs of people and, trini, the assistant assigned by the publisher, escaped without telling anyone, society, from the scene and went to lose the Scottish meadow in a nice, cozy cabin, thinking and waiting forever.
pompita trini and quickly formed an amazing dynamic. almost completely isolated from everything, built a world of two, a world that worked perfectly. life marched with incredible harmony, happiness reigned. sat and read quietly, watched movies great, were placed to play games made, passing the joint, was hiking, inventing things that did not work and put their lives at risk and talked about ideas for stories, sometimes coming to heated discussions that ended in silence for days, followed by laughter and self-mockery. anyway, usually the stories did not seem, for good or evil, as planned. confined to his cabin, away from society, pompita forgot the place from which he escaped, his soul is cleansed of dirt smeared by the violence of the will in perpetual struggle. the only one left was trini. was, in a small blue car to the nearest town to buy food. also cooked, cleaned and to comics super funny. She once was a promising and ambitious student of literature. was pretty, but did not know, its usually red badges, good temperament, used to submit to the whims of others to spend their adolescence in response to his ailing father. pompita joked that, in comparison, was a godsend. as a young woman working in publishing, editing and doing assignments before being assigned to the new star of the national literature, pompita alonzo. I was not familiar with his work, but soon the lines of the young writer invaded his brain, conquering the hearts, inviting them to dream, but like everyone else who knows him knows, pompita is very different to what a person would perform, even so, to meet all sorts of romantic fantasy and so die without remedy any affair between the two disappeared. trini had a boyfriend who does not feel anything and was with him just because he kept calling.
time passed, there in the little cabin lost. in all other parts of the world shit storm raged, but nothing touched the impenetrable sanctuary in the meadow. day consumed as matches and the world from which they came, one day, without more, completely disappeared. that the planet was reduced small cottage, the world population was two and have a heart full of crazy euphoria was the only law. became independent of the time, so that if they had asked, they could not answer how long it had been stuck there. trini had an idea for his monthly visits to the town, but as 2 or 3 years left to fix anything and hurried to return to the order or chaos in the cabin.
one afternoon pompita on the balcony of his room, smoking a spliff, watching the sunset, experiencing all its might the magic hour, taking a fanta. trini arrived pompita passed the cheerleading, she gave him a new comic. pompita read it quickly, releasing small squeals of laughter from time to time, as that platform kissed trini teleports you to a dimension where no one knows what the fuck is sadness. pompita read the last frame, trini put the final touch and their eyes met, smiling, feeling like fireworks exploding inside of them, with all his might wanted that moment to last forever, begged him to nature, does not matter the consequences, that the planet has stopped, waited for the time was paralyzed and never run again. tears of happiness began to leave when he heard a knock at the door. wave is pulled very hard and that until then had only a visitor, an old shepherd who, drugged out of his mind by fungi you ate when asked to know the cow poop, asked if there was the womb of his mother, and trini pompita laughingly replied yes and the pastor was drugged in a fetal position until he returned to his senses and left without saying goodbye. trini got up and went to see who he was. pompita wanted to go to the bathroom so completely forgot the knock on the door and attacked inadvertently community underground mole men who lived just below the cabin. was Joshua, had come as the Apocalypse to destroy the perfect world and trini pompita. was to offer a job alonzo Professor at the best university in the country. pompita, over time, and his mysterious disappearance had become the most requested author of all. never stopped running because trini, every time I went shopping, he commanded Joshua, he seemed very selfish on his part to be the only one who enjoyed those little stories, a pile of leaves with thousands of stories, fact sheets were published. book after book fame grew to the point that the toilet paper full of shit good alonzo, was once a lazy good for nothing, worth lots of money. pompita left the gas chamber, as he called it when they locked up there to trini, and missed by some as another life, but without being able really to recognize, was that trini weeping quietly, seeing down the stairs to the entrance of the hut. josue, who looked considerably older, he dropped the news about it first. went to the room and bluntly told josue why your visit. pompita requested time to think and josue as it came and went, I wanted pompita knew that he had found nothing funny about his sudden flight that had cost him many bad times in their disappearance from the ball of shit war was the literary scene. josue's tantrum went completely unnoticed all that time out of the game had left pompita totally immune to emotional blackmail. "Pompita" trini said with a lump in the throat, that night at the dinner "did not destroy the perfect balance that we have built, do not put an end to our happiness, do not break this enviable harmony which we are accustomed , I ask you please! us not return to that world of violence and evil from which we were fortunate enough to escape ... be reasonable! do not, pompita not do it for God's sake "and broke into tears . pompita looked at chewing a piece of meat, swallowed, took the hand of his assistant and "I'm bored," he confessed with a gesture of understanding, simply trini head down, I knew that there was no counter-argument and no way to convince one stubborn individual. packed their things, they said good riddance to the cabin and left his earthly paradise, back to the society of which were never part.
not talk the whole way. when leaving the airport, when leaving, trini hugged tightly, "please chingón, take forward," he told a friendly, smiling with tears in his eyes, one last joke, then turned and went to a guy with a mustache, pompita thought was her boyfriend. stared at the car away, and disappeared forever from his life, the end of an era, unpredictable turns. someone grabbed his shoulder, was Joshua who was smiling, "here" he said and took him to an expensive car. the town had changed beyond recognition. new roads on new streets on old streets. all the way tried to remember, but its memory was full of his days in the cabin. his whole life before exile had engraved on it. reached a luxury apartment building. josue taught him where he would live. "Pleasant surprises, my friend," he said before leaving. pompita turned on the TV, a program that did not know, a few seconds and found himself laughing. did not remember that TV was so funny. the following Monday he went to college where classes would. impart a course on the short story. vague memories of his days at school gave him a bad feeling, thought her students were going to be a zombie bastards, just there for the paper, tried not to lose heart and went to buy a pack of cigarettes. the store manager, when asked pompita a pack of your favorite brand, it seems he had asked his mother as a sex slave, "No, my lord, this is a decent establishment" the shopkeeper said all indignant. pompita, embarrassed, stepped back and saw the ads around the box, they were all dope brands. "I shit on everything," whispered pompita, I could not believe he was in the fucking Twilight Zone. everywhere rightly smelled marijuana, he thought. purchased thousands pesos in joints and returned to his apartment. apparently, the children of his classmates had legalized marijuana for quite some time. Tacit became a shameful memory and ridiculous. social networks ceased to be a gossip and entertainment tool and the extraordinary people was more powerful than ever. people were organized under progressive ideals and society had been reformed, this new generation would not be cached dead making the same mistakes as their parents. and not only in drug issues, freedom was the name of the game and everyone seemed to know and follow the rules. "De puta madre!" pompita shouted excitedly. That fall he began teaching a audiotorio excellent youth, they understood all the jokes and knew their stories better than him. standing in front of the class, I kept smiling. I could not believe his luck. that night, pompita, lying on his bed, watching his roof, he fell asleep in a good mood, with the days in the cabin turned into a distant memory. Now, that was his new world, their world better.
