Saturday, April 30, 2011
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Monday, April 11, 2011
Best Tie For Grey Shirt
Correction: Miguel AguasEdición Layout: Skylight Publishers SA
Image: Juan Carlos Restrepo Rivas
Printing & Finishing: L. And daughters Vieco
Ltd. First Edition: March 2011
Does Oj Produce Mucus
For C onstanza Lema Botero
4:00 a.m. sounded the alarm. I had stayed at three. His mouth was wide open. I closed it immediately and wipe the drool on the sheet. What bear I said awkwardly off the alarm, but I went back to sleep.
Someone opened the door of my room suddenly, it was my mother. I pulled the blanket and muttered: It's five! I took a leap of clothes I had left in the back seat and got dressed without showering.
"Even if breakfast, mija.
-not reach, Mom. The test is at half past six and the bus takes at least an hour and quarter to the south.
"The chocolate is already and arepa is just flip and ready.
"No mommy, keep for the corn bread and chocolate ... oh, and beans for lunch, I pack these to me when I return. Now I have to do is put the ducklings in the neck.
I kissed the flight, I ran to the corner and caught the bus at five and twenty.
Before falling asleep I remembered Ramon. When I awoke, the first thing that came to mind was Ramon. The sun was splendid, the bus seemed comfortable, distinguished people, cool music. The whole world was smiling and friendly. Even the police seemed adorable. In a word, was swallowed, swallowed desperately. Help!
Last night we had studied hard. Five hours. He took my hand so that I wrote and reviewed the chemical elements over and over again that it was a good way to memorize. I also went over her hands, her hair, eyebrows and mouth and when I could also review the more.
We spent the night, Ramon asked me to repeat orally the hundred-odd elements and that I barely remembered me 15 or twenty. The phosphorus (P) I mistook Lead (Pb), gold (Au), silver (Ag), platinum (Pt) to polonium (Po) and the hell with the ointment. With patience of an angel, Ramon insisted on his method. Gently took my hand and begged me to concentrate. I tried to do but could not see the strong arm and hairy. Then he grabbed my hand and put it on the thigh with my best face hypocrite.
him as neither noticed. Or would you also put mosquito face death? The case is still talking very serious and basic acids and moles and valences, and I turned and looked at his eyes and mouth because it is assumed in serious talks that is what is done. If you ruffled his mustache, and the table of chemical elements lost all importance to me. I know chemistry, but one that left my body at the time, dopamine, and oxytocin neropinefrina. I had explained the professor last week with videos and graphics. They are a "drug" that produces the brain when we are excited, they remove the feeling of tiredness and inhibit appetite (appetite for food, that is). That it was just as I taught the teacher, as a cascade of cool water on bare skin, like an electric soul.
"Remember that the P is for phosphorus and K for potassium," he said. Do you understand the logic of each letter with its sound and its symbol?
"Yes, love, you're the teacher more good of all, I replied, stressing the word shamelessly and without understanding what logic can there be in putting the K for potassium. Male logic, surely!
But I felt calm was enough that Ramon knew what taught me to think I was going to respond very well on the test. Confident in our osmosis, and as we were studying was chemistry and chemistry was the leftovers, I was the best apprentice. Thus passed the five sweet and productive hours of my life.
While I was writing acrostics Ramon spoke with the elements. The symbol of the radius (Ra) meant Ramon, polonium (Po) future, sodium (Na) to be born and so foolishly with others. At two o'clock draw a heart with some items in Gothic script.
He asked me by the more or less reactive. Sometimes I was right in the responses and rewarded me with a kiss tight that it took to the sky and made me think it was true the title of Chapter of carbon: "All the atoms that compose our bodies were formed billions of years red giant stars. we made, therefore, stardust. "
I arrived on time, the teacher was giving us a delay, had examination under the armpit and had already arranged the seats.
- Did you study girl? He asked.
"If professional, all night. Ask what you want.
was the final exam and had to get high marks for raising the average or lose the scholarship. I shuddered at the thought. My dad had confessed that the "situation" was hard. No wonder. I in the first semester of college and my two brothers finished high school! Watch this scholarship, mija, I said staring at the floor, as if ashamed of their poverty, or maybe it was shame (he is a man of character and good as gold), maybe I was in was full of pity for having to push his Poor girl ... Daddy.
When I received the review started reviewing the questions with the same chemistry with which I reviewed Ramon pore to pore. At that time the cascade of love began to become nervous bursts. Did not understand, the questions were related with metallic and nonmetallic elements, with similar properties and occur in triads: chlorine, bromine and iodine, sulfur, selenium and tellurium ... and my Ramón had nothing to do with this questionnaire.
Time passed, Soraya and I looked at was on the fifth question. I felt totally lost. I waved to happen to me though was the first written question in the draft, but I looked with contempt. am writing in the bathrooms, "Soraya is prepaid" I swore.
my right side was Joseph. His pen is moved with the agility of a hummingbird . Was left over, judging from the two pages I had written. I tried to focus their exam while the teacher gave me back, but the idiot put his big elbow on the table seat and let me see a spark.
"Five minutes, guys, we said the professor.
a distressing gap in the stomach. I managed to stop the first tear in the sleeve of my jacket but did not give me the second time and was a sea of \u200b\u200btears when the teacher took my paper blank.
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Texas Homeade Trailer
BY PIETY VILLEGAS
No was possible to get it going at that time. The phones rang busy or mailbox and gave up keep calling. What had begun as a heavy downpour became a pitiless storm which did not want to face, lightning did not stop, deafening thunder and the windows rattled, he thought that in addition to confinement at any time without power would .
looked at the clock, were the last minutes of the hour as they call it blind. He looked out the window, the brightness of asphalt reflected all shades of gray allowed rainy afternoon, the trees shook and shook their silhouettes powerfully gale force. I no longer saw the car parked outside of James.
labored When he left in the middle of the downpour, she would not stop, minutes after the first ray did not hold back and went after him but did not hit him, he returned to study away trying to convince emparamada I was not upset.
Now everything was wet, inside and out. Through the window he looked at those trees shudder as if to uproot ... if I had made ... maybe finally know that it was becoming a shadow on the dark side ... the epitome of innocence.
If I had attained, perhaps the rain had been the opportunity to stay a little longer to ever speak on like this, that I was not sure, I was getting advantage.
Or if they have been reached, the two had had a good excuse to arrive late ... to further explore their basic senses and touching as it touches the water, move as swimming feel that being similar to the tree when it clings to its roots to the soil in a sunny day, when it is capable of sustained in equilibrium so precise fit land and tree, each other.
The rain beat mercilessly as a premonition, scared as thinking.
He lay on the sofa, looking without seeing a Japanese garden that was on the table. The stones formed a spiral computed hardly be distinguished from the shadows, selected stones brought from who knows what landscapes, and finally buried in a box full of sand, and did not distinguish colors and things of that room had lost their identity. He smiled gently. All silhouettes were no details, and for three years, once or at most two, every month or every two months, in that horrible building of separate studies, between half past five and half past six o'clock. That hour silent, undefined, to not look good at all, the wait ... the light is not light and darkness is neither in this place without a known owner, where she could not ever be ...
was wet and anxiety began at bay, the storm grew. He turned on the lights but no lit.
always went first so that no one saw them leave together, and walked to the car that was parked at the end of the street. She called a taxi and a little later went to the mall where he had left his car.
So from that afternoon of shopping when the ritual began, were two strangers who came down the escalator parking for the same mall, was not possible to escape into the vastness of the basement walked on the hot ... in the same direction until their cars were facing each other ... in that short trip and had gone too far.
He got into bed around the silhouettes were growing darker by the storm, and did not seem shadow puppets, and veins were deformed. It rained non-stop but the time seemed to be arrested in the images of many of those times when nothing stood out ... hour blind, in which there were no words, which spoke only kissing, fondling, no past, no future , a time that prescription was or that perfumes and scents, flavors and heat hovered over them to get lost without a trace.
The only was the skin texture, skin hot and sweaty that wrapped greetings, farewells, conversations, definitions and even the silence ... as the bark of a tree, wearing, storing, protecting rings mark the time.
was becoming hard to let go, get away, this time not reached to realize that it was becoming more difficult to dig beneath the surface. Increasingly, at that time came out minutes pool for one last kiss, extra seconds gave no respite to say one word and that only amounted to dress like undressing. Cover again, not let anything be forgotten and disappear without this the creases of the hands or feet, or ... I do not remember neither the color of the shirt, and looked vaguely remember poring.
eagerly began to take off wet clothing. He was cold and covered with a sheet, would not be there but the rain persisted and could not leave. He lay facing the window, still, the water outside noise was so not heard the door close. James was imagining undressing as she approached the bed, saw him coming but did not feel it when you hit emparamado to embrace. While the wet kiss, blind time had passed, closed his eyes and felt were as accurate as the root and the earth, but, if the eyes were closed. In the dark arms and hands were accommodated in the back ... on the thighs ... on the buttocks ... hands sought the most remote places ... from head to legs flew with the swiftness of wind, sailing ... fingers and toes arms multiplied to the ends of the skin ... tying his legs in a hurry, grabbing feet Non-slip, to tie the knot, to stay on the inside, deep, moist groove in which they were sinking again.
In a brief moment all the lights went on. Were visible and exposed, dazzled froze. Taking time to open eyes for the first time they were for real.