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Monday and Thursday check my mailbox. Outside the bank statements, bills, gas and telephone, advertising only find Home Depot and restaurants serving sushi and cake smothered at home. Nothing important ... that's why I was so surprised when I found a handwritten note with a beautiful calligraphy addressed to me, my first name. "Dear Aurora: Buy Barbie ASAP Snapshot. This doll will give a message that will change your life ". signed "One who loves you" . That was it, no name or any clue about who delivered it.

The little note made me curious because I had never heard of a toy instant, so do not give importance beyond the surprise and put it in my drawer Payable Documents, until I forgot it to pay the phone and renewed interest in the message ...

Consideré que nada perdía con buscar tal muñeca, así que me dirigí a Plaza del Sol a investigar si era verdad que existía La Instantánea . En el almacén más grande del centro comercial, un chico muy planchadito me respondió:

—Se agotaron, Señorita, pero puedo investigar en el sistema si usted gusta; quizá queden algunas en otra sucursal…

—Claro, te espero…— dije con el afán de ver ese prodigio el mismo día.

—Quedan dos en Plaza Country, but I tell you about the price, you may not want to turn around up there.

"Please, how much can cost a toy of these, do not be overstated ..." I thought with a contemptuous smile.

- What's the price?

"It's a doll face, Stock ...

- Oh, yeah? How much is that Barbie? I asked urgently: it was more my desire to go from there to know the real cost.

-seven thousand dollars, VAT included.

I raised an eyebrow, I was surprised. I did not expect that a doll was so expensive. With more reason should see it. I gave him a quick "Thanks" and ran for it. As a child I had many Barbies, what could make this different? I thought you sell an instant wrist was a silly little trick for girls, but my curiosity had exceeded limits. Sure, I'm not stupid ...

Finally in my hands ... The package measuring no more than 20 cm. high with a circumference of about 35 to 40 cm. PET blister contained only a residue of white powder and bright-and diamond-selling their corresponding labels and detailed instructions to assemble the doll. Within the package there was also a 100 ml bottle. a special liquid that would trigger the chemical reaction with dust. It seemed an absurd price for a product that at first it was boring, but so deep was already in the case which took the Gold Visa and took one of the two boxes that remained, not only in the store, but throughout the city, as I said the clerk. I had no idea how this Barbie unusual could change my life, but I would find out that night. As soon as my finances were depleted, but finally had it in my power.

a couple of times I read the instructions, not wanting to spoil my little toy. Was heated in a microwave the bottle with amber liquid and pour it in the dust with a fine jet, once it began to react, is expected to form the wrist, according to the manufacturer, no more than 15 minutes. When he appeared on their feet, should be separated by the dotted line cover PET blister to remove and ready. I arranged everything in the kitchen table and began, following the instructions carefully.

When I added the hot solution, dust, foam, came to the mouth of the container and shined, throwing glitter hypnotized me. Watched dumbfounded, I was so for several minutes, until he appeared wearing a beautiful Barbie bride had a veil edged with silver lace, a necklace and pearl earrings, and a small tiara with Swarovski crystals. His appearance frightened me as it seemed, more than a toy, a real woman built to scale. Stunned Twist and pull hard on the top of the PET vial carefully remove the bride. Do not know then what I faced.

Touching his shoulder felt a bolt of frost hurt my back and lost my breath. His skin was warm and soft texture and a human! Placed it on the table and watched as every detail of the body, accessories and clothing, touched her blond hair with suspicion and his skin is hot, perhaps by the force of water. Unhappy me.

I seemed to see her smile when she started singing La Llorona Gradually, as he advanced, his white suit coco-before-it was staining of gray becoming darker, reaching absolute black. His eyes glittered like the eyes of the dog in the night. The terror came over me and crying with fear took the wrist furiously to get rid of it. The bitch reacted like a dying animal fighting for his life ... With hands bleeding from his scratches subjected to beatings on the table, and pushed into the bottle and shouts of the two. I covered with a thick book-not to have more on hand-to contain it and, reaching the tea poured boiling water over the monster, making sure to remove the book does not strike again. A shriek rose as downloading cloudy transformer and the beautiful doll became a fetid black pasta soaked blood.

I put doll, bottle, packaging, wrappers, ticket and voucher in a plastic bag and left flooded with adrenaline in search of a vacant lot, the most distant from house to kill the damn monster.

I stopped at a park to calm down a bit after having achieved the goal. I looked at my hands in amazement, scratches were gone, but the pain persisted. I cried alone, while supplies last and so struck twelve. I went home when I remembered the note he had caused this horrific scene: still in the same place ... But before the ink-black-was diluted, there was hardly a pool of blood. The fire burned in the stove and ran to the bed, just wanted to forget, sleep and rest.


That was ten months ago now ... It's just that at night, every night, my body creaks painfully, and inevitably I hum La Llorona to relieve pain. And so I toss between sleep and wakefulness, anxiety and dreams filled with black-until the morning comes to rescue.

now wandering around with purple circles no makeup can cover and the ditty of the La Llorona surfing the edge of my tongue without podérmela boot. No longer think of toys, just think about how to end this curse that brought me my boundless curiosity ...

Lupita Rios Mayorga.

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• • • • • • Susana Rain

Rain Susana

Lupita Rios Mayorga

But Peter, what do you want to look for stars at dawn? They say that no one has seen since the evening he left Susana Village. They say it took them all in your morralito tissue that you gave on your birthday. Remember? Yes, there was everything he could. To you left you nothing, just two or three memories full of salt, these were no good for nothing.

said before leaving that he would not, raining ash and his face looked like a polvorón than they sell in the bakery on Sundays. Long, white, full of dust from the volcano, as a harbinger of what awaited him at the start of Buena Vista. Yes, Peter, you are wrong in here this morning to look for stars or Susana, for that matter. From now on, think about your life in a corner nor female stars. Y even if you bring her Hondo Valley, "and what the want? Muda, dusty, not the forms that held him so when he went with her pitcher to the spring. Without his hip swaying like he was always a band playing next door. Without chest that seemed would fly from his tight dress and preferred to stay in the warmth of her cleavage, but we had waited and waited until her smile undid the spell and all went back to business.

I know you're still under your bed the güizaches to be left on the side when he went to the mountain to catch ants, those swept them away before leaving, I tell you it all away. The shirts where you kept the heart are gone. And why you left nothing, always said that you were able to go with the first smile you straight in the eye, you were a slick, if you wanted it was just as he found another that you hold your booze. That for which you served your company and your desmañanadas to go to nixtamal. I think he got tired of your daily tortearte for hot for beans. But no, Peter, can not be that the tortilla is the reason, Susan was always an early riser and very chambeadora. It was you with your vices and a desire to abuse people. La Chole said last night that I saw her weeping followed the corridor to the pots, just concealing it for not let others see how you weighed your lies, if it was a good woman who had, I do not know how he came to go to Valle Hondo just the new moon night. Everyone knows that without moonlight fills the way coyotes and snakes. But I was desperate and your wife, she learned that afternoon that you were at the home of Teresa and how not support, most encorajinó. He said that if he had been with Jesus or even with the Patricia you would have forgiven, but never with Teresa. "So withered and Ladino," she said.

And I saw, he moved like a hummingbird on one side to another, and picked up his shoes, then her shawl, and got into his backpack the red dress she wore at the party's patron saint ... and also I saw one at a time got promises you made when you bring the people, all unused, Peter. Accompanied by his bustling with some tears that had ended the drought enterito Valley. I told him to stay, she needed a spanking get less, to wait until the moon would open the way, but said it will not put up with not one more and that it was because they did not love you because you wanted more what your mother wants you. He told me he had very dirty mouth unfulfilled vows, kisses and words wrong given that he no longer served or to sweeten your morning coffee. Just to see the face of sadness slipped me the heart to the ground and thus already I could do nothing.

I looked into the hallway walking very slowly, as if your feet are like to get stuck in the doorway, but she broke down and went, then I saw, I had tattooed on his arm. I knew it was the last time you see your wife. If death is unforgiving to love, less to the heartbreak. Acquitted her feet and started running toward the road ligerita big, like a dove taking flight. The volcano wept, ash and toast came not as usual, turned a blue-beam softly that it rained for hyacinths. Then even that stopped her. I saw her walk until he was out on the horizon and hips went into the hill as the sun, and with it went out of what little light we had.

had not spent two hours when we came up with the news. The whole world awoke to learn that Susan instead of going to Valle Hondo, went straight to the volcano. A pawn of Don Hector found his things and ran to seek help. And nothing could be done, Peter. Left on the sidewalk leading to the volcano his bag, her shoes, her dress, then jumped into the crater just wrapped in a shawl of sky that you gave.

was when I ran to get you to say what he had done to your wife. I think they were the ashes of blue they called her and she had no more than obey. So I tell you, Peter and going to dawn. Get better at your house because there are no stars here, and when the sun rises the volcano will start raining hyacinths and Susana. Susan Ash is all that remains of it.

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• • • The so-called inevitable

The so-called inevitable

Lupita Rios Mayorga

The little red light started flashing before sounding the siren, a sound that always startled Beatrice. As he felt the light through his eyes closed, his corazón quería correr, salir del pecho antes de que sus pies lo hicieran. La señal había desatado la orden y en cuanto se recuperó del sueño hondo e hipnótico se preparó para cumplir la misión.



La angustia crecía pues no sabía de qué forma complacería a la Bestia. Apenas recordaba cuándo fue la primera vez que buscó llevarle frutos del bosque y flores, todo lo que estaba a su alcance. Su madre le aconsejó que debía atender el llamado cada vez que sonara la sirena, de otra forma la Bestia —un ser violento y cruel— vendría a su cama para golpearla hasta la muerte. Dijo su madre que la Bestia podría arrancarle brazos y piernas, como si arrancara un muslo the small body of a chicken. She lived terrified by this warning and day and night was attentive to the red light. Continued combing half, half dressed and went on tiptoe and quiet, not wanting to wake her mother or siblings.

sought, as he always did, take different routes to the Beast a food that would satisfy him, he had learned to hunt rabbits, snakes, even larger animals such as foxes. He had learned to climb trees and cut large fruits such as apples, pears, mandarins, all that would allow her little hands reach.

tenderly placed in your cart, hunting prey and fruits wood, soft stone textures and bright colors, to try to appease the fury of the Beast. This, the always got impatient. He claimed his tardiness and had little ability to indulge their whims. Beatriz smiled, a smile born of deep fears that Beast would do the same as always ...

The Beast reviewed, as usual, the basket decorated with ribbons and white flowers and clouds. Devoured everything without tasting, not knowing if he ate a chicken neck or a cluster of grapes, or perhaps a pumice stone. There was no difference. When the basket was empty, the Beast looked at Beatrice and he snapped defiantly angry the same phrase over and over again: "When you give me something to me!? "When to bring a food fit for a prince and not old leftovers?!

Beatriz began to mourn because he knew what was coming after her claim. The Beast took her hair, knocked down and dragged to his chamber, there, he broke his face slapped and whipped with a cowhide whip blue which left her in the back bloodlines that ached from weeks to that healed based poultices of hot water and salt. The Beast threatened to beat up more if it was trying to bring more elaborate and tasty dishes. Let her go out the back door, in the deep silence of the night, the small cast down by the pain of coming home crushed blood as fast as his legs could carry him sore.

Upon returning home, Beatrice entered the same way he had gone out quietly without disturbing anyone. I embarrassed a lot to his family found out he had surrendered to the Beast and once again had failed to please.

On his deathbed, Beatriz waited a couple of hours for the sun appeared and so begin the work that his mother required him to deliver at home. She knew about the beatings he gives him the Beast, and was silent. Against the Giant knew anyone could and it was better to be made complicit of silence. Beatriz

eighteen years it seemed as an older woman, her busy life she added rows of unresolved grief, and the constant fear that haunted him day and night skin tinged with gray. Nobody knew a smile but no one dared to fight against her attacker. She was alone in this struggle that seemed would never end.

On the night of July 12, Beatriz was quiet for more than three months ago had not sounded the alarm of the Beast, but he also knew that the more time passed, the call was coming imminently red light. Enjoyed a short break he had finished his work and decided to take a stroll under the moonlight of summer and breathe the fresh air coming Gualda River.

Fireflies, it seemed to Beatrice small clouds were lit and the wind moved the trees like little ballerinas green. In the distance I could see the lights that gave off the windows of a neighboring village. He thought it would be nice, though bold, to go there and never come back to know anything of the Beast, or the red light or his mother, who did not understand the pain I went through and who insisted on obeying, or would kill you ...

fingers crossed and eyes, asking to themselves by that time only could enjoy the peace that night gave her. Plucked an apple, the kind that led him to his cruel executioners and ate slowly, he imagined that instead of biting the fruit, bit of the huge, round moon. He then plans ... He would run away from home, the people would light up like fireflies and live there away from the Beast. "Surely, he thought, then I can work as a waitress and live in a small house, where he is alone, far from it" ...

Peace, so strange to Beatrice, and the dream of home away forever made him fall in a delicious torpor without resistance, she and tired of the fight, he fell asleep. Was lulled by the song of crickets and wind as the moon in his mouth melted in tiny particles of light.

The cold in the morning she was awakened, his smile had turned a little purple and closed under pressure. It took a few seconds to remember where everything was and what he was doing there. He ran home, surely no one was up yet, with luck, or the red light would have lit. Could not have been on, otherwise the beast and would have quartered. Revised its hands: the fingers were all there. Revised its legs, the two in place, touched his torso, back and not feel a single drop of blood. Surely light was off.

window of his room was covered with thick, opaque curtain and could not know if there was a red light inside, the house lights were off. He ran to his room, knew there was no red light. With a shock noted that the light was off but the siren had been exhausted and where there was a loud beep was now only a weak echo. Her eyes widened shadows searching in every corner of the Beast. There was nothing. I was lost, not knowing whether to flee or stay there. He turned off the alarm and checked the outbreak, had melted from excess heat. That meant the Beast had called him early and she was in danger. But she was alive, no scratches or bruises on his face. Maybe it meant something ... maybe your mother was wrong.

thought it was worth no more worthwhile to keep fighting against a monster that bend, raped her and cut her life in pieces and bruise. He took his bag, shook it, caressed it because I knew there was freedom. He recalled that he had spent the night watching the lights of the neighboring village and he knew what he should do.

opened the suitcase and pulled out of there a new hot spot and a charge of battery for the siren. Installed them and made sure that will work. He put the bag in place and pulling the wet clothes got naked in her bed warm and dry. I was ready to wait for the next call of the siren and not go to her anymore. His mother ordered him from the kitchen to cook breakfast. Beatriz thought that if I could do a first night, the rest would be easy. The mother's voice gradually exhausted as the siren.

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• • • • • • flaming Crying • • • Homesick

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Lupita Rios Mayorga


"It Was Almost three o'clock, the hour
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's three in the morning and not sleep restlessness. No wind blows. The pulse quickens, there is still fear and wants to escape the heart through the mouth. Crowded teeth to prevent their escape. The silence is really detestable. It is preferable to the air, rushing the trees whip and imitates the steps of a man lurking outside the balcony. The naivety closes his eyes to try to sleep, but again only deafening silence. By far some whispers that turn into moans, barely audible but heartbreaking. Fear freezes.

Head turns. From the bedside table come from the book escape. Cover your head with pillows of little use because they slip through the soft barrier. Suddenly a hand on the shoulder and facing a terrifying vision eyes. A scream would escape. The spectrum cap with his hand the mouth of the viewer petrified and is confined to the chest. Cold, languid, dressed in a tattered gray coat. His eyes, abysmal pits, break off any semblance of value.

With a force that is awarded by the weakness that makes its appearance, the terrible image pulls his guest's hand forced, and started the journey. In what seems a second, we arrive at the destination. The site is eclipsed. The wind blows and spins violently tears with crying, and tiny claws with which the heat scratch the skin. That's hard to breathe! The air is tight in the throat and a complaint off is the only relief offered by the torso.

They move everywhere, out of the casuarina trees and shrubs. Flying between the crows and buzzards, cross the solid bodies as sighs. White souls, lurid fantasies. Close your eyes worth nothing, yet they can be seen. The visitors' arduous march to the earth, rocks, sinks and complaining piteously the ground at each step. Nearby

have seen a white farmhouse with black ribbons hung on every door. Spectral phone, his voice hollow and foul breath whispers while nods: "They inhabit the hopes and dreams wastage. There are short-lived the days become eternal in despair. " He listens and sweat, just springs, is lapped by the blizzard, which spirals up roughly gray powder blend into the slipstream of the souls that wander by the people who know the smiling faces; " this is a luxury for those who know how to cherish the faith. " Dry

body, dry serenity thirst needs water. Guess the horrific entity thoughts. They head to the river steps. The path is illuminated by beams inconstant moon. She whispers back: "This light never fails to enlighten. One day Selene devoured the sun and from that moment everything is an eternal night. " Now shut up and points to the river, which like everything else there is, dragging his death with perennial water channels. The condensed water runs and intensely purple. When taking it slips through his fingers tearing-drop by drop.


She turns her eyes toward the infinite and with a mournful gesture speaks again: "land is here, in the absence of drinking water also our lives, our lifeblood. The land is never satiated, eat and drink everything voraciously everything he touches. Here you can flourish only sadness, pain and agony of having lived alone for life, without ever having the joy of seeing at least one morning perfumed have felt the sun and birdsong snuff ears .... It does not exist here. " The cries do not cease , exhumed his oils and break down the heart, and a sugar figure it crumbles easily with your fingers.

There coals in his hands. The body is illuminated with tiny fires that envelop and consume. Chest pain and tightening the squeeze violently. Crying triggers in the eyes, bitter, salting whole skin. The soul is whipped with grief and terror that dipped delirium.

Crying relieves heartburn. Battered flows, driven by loneliness and helplessness. The dark-time companion of such affliction grieves with a caustic smile whispers "It was enough. This does not forget, always keep that in mind as if we met again, there will be no other opportunity. "

Dawn and the sun gets warm in the room, washing the night. The green leaves of the trees are wet with dew and tears the pillows.

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• • • • • • • • • Water

Homesick

Lupita Rios Mayorga


Dr. Souza curse for the fifth time the annoying chirping of crickets and turned in bed for cover with pillow Flash unbearable full moon.

- Night after night is the same, "grumbled and struggled to sleep before starting another heavy morning shift.

The next night, after dinner, he hesitated between going to bed or move a little in his report in situ treatment and biofiltration. Since it was exhausted, he opted for the former and went to console his cabin environments in the Biodome and Urbydra underwater garden. activated commands Full Moon Crickets , and to give a more natural touch that night decided to add Skunk.

his bed in the doctor complaining of everything, of course, also the smell of skunk. Turned and the pillow was covered with the bright moonlight, smiling placidly to think, "Only three more months and I'll be home ..."

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Water and Red

Lupita Rios Mayorga

I confess, Father. Today I have sinned in every way possible. I ate almonds red, until you feel your blood chewed milky between his lips. I killed two hundred grams of almonds ... No, not all. Also shattering the sweet flesh of the mango, tenderly ... like biting my own nipples, as if touched with a finger the pink top of my breast. I have sinned, Father. Excuse me, but forgive all because there are many sins that do not mean. Okay, okay ... I have sinned a man drinking syrup miniatures with rainbows and bees that distilled drops of gold by sting. I have sinned by speaking words demonized as Love, Hope and Charity. sinned sins that do not exist because the pain is not in their inventory of faults, and you know, sir? Pain is a common and despicable sin, yes, sir. I have it here, thick and sludge ponds me blue form so dense that anoint my aura with phosphoric light, I do expect other things, things I never have, do you mean, Father? See how my sins are only spasms of apathy? Forgive me, because from today I will not believe in the passion of a God who forgets the roses that promised a child November back Year Tree and I could never give and not for lack of my will.

Excuse for today, I feel that there is no more sin, it's all good if my decision declares it. Because I make my breasts, honey panalitos prasma-for all the nectar that flows into my room to bring that child fed fireflies at dawn and pay me with delicious fruit all what I expected of him that did not come when needed. Forgive me if my
vertices sounds an echo of her child's voice, is eager to wrap their little fingers with raw, with saliva and water to quench thirst even more toxic.

Forgive me if I apologize for the last time, Father. From now on all my vocation will be your moods. No, his name only exists for me. It's charm that I keep in my ribs, it is a sapphire mirror that reflects a woman who is not me, is a violet that remains fresh throughout the year, is a heritage cruise to paradise, is my little secret fantasy, peep my ghost, my cabin profane, blood to which I aspire, the oxygen we breathe, the sleepless nights I prefer, I am happy that fatigue is Cantabria in a bowl of carnations, is Merida in a glass of horchata cosmic and venom I drink your insatiable deepest abyss: that lying in his navel. Father, forgive me, but I do not want to be away from his or her eyelids purple iridescent neon. It's a hummingbird singing when he dies, and hovers between the red velvet of my flesh, it is my promised land, my peaceful truth, the madness that heals me of this apathy futile. Father forgive me, but perhaps I believe in God, I do not think more, my child, in sin.

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Penance

Lupita Rios Mayorga


Angry at myself for having offended him, I come to tell my owner a prodigious vision heart embroidered with lava dream and with that, I'm sure, will have his clemency . This woman deserves a little prince appeared among the clouds at night with long hair, dressed in sea and ten bubbles of oil of lavender, rose, bergamot and olive oil on your hands. You anoint my lips, my hair and chest ... perfume and kissed skin all idolize.
started with your feet, kneeling before you took your shoes and kissed his feet, worshiping, oil showering with my hair. Up by your legs to anoint them with oil of bergamot, warm and thick. The scattered over them gently, in doing so, you kissed.
your slave as only wore a long robe garment air and glauca, so pleasing to your eyes that look down their pious ... seemed to forgive all sins of the world. Your naked body was hoisted in front of me and so, standing shoulder me over to get up. I stroked his chest and neck, my hands were two golden popcorn in your flesh, leaving a faint glimmer over
After I fell in love ... you offered me your back-wide as the Rif valley, "he poured a little oil hot to irrigate up to see poppies flowering in hypnotic. More oils to rub served with devotion and love .... I covered with very soft rubbing perfume that you let me kiss her homeland and as a gesture of divine charity. Turned to me and your fleshy bouquet was before my astonished eyes. You took my head tenderly, serenely, and stroked me ... so I left well over you live lavishly lavender, citron and mandarin essences. I patted him full of passion and gratitude, your fruit plucked from my hands and my heart beat to the rhythm that it marked me.
Treat your meat to fill the lips of man juice and oil. My mouth was filled with you, the perfume you are flooded with saliva and I wiped. You held my neck and took me up your image, squeezing against your whole body wet, my emerald veil of gauze soaked with oils and my nakedness was exposed before your eyes with cinnamon suicide.

sap Your mouth covered my lips and kissed me hungry, relentless, because neither you nor I needed air to breathe. Because your breath eternity filled me and mine, as I rested. I pushed gently separate your work look at me, and came back to the altar. Wrapping around in a silk robe, with your scepter flapping scarlet gave the order to resume my position required: kneel before you. I kissed your bare feet and slept serene, with forgiveness achieved and even heating your hot balms my tongue.
If is not this a dream that is worth your pardon, condéname go dream dead while alive, kneeling in front of you, tormented by the proximity of your smell and could not drink it. Your eyes call me, I said that the offenses have been forgotten. Mine ... I said I have thirst?

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Singing at dawn

Lupita Rios Mayorga

In a place far away, farther than any other, there is a Lovely Bird Garden . They spend its existence among fruit trees and exquisite flowers-to give praise to God with songs and cries. This garden was created where Adam and Eve once lived under perfection, but to eat of the Tree of Good and Evil and to be expelled, the site was quiet and almost deserted, as God commanded to accompany all animal sea, land and air that continue to serve them either with their songs, with their meat as food or as an aid to their daily tasks.

All backyard birds have gorges that fill with joy the place, and are distributed all across the forest to fill with music as both wind the leaves of trees and water of the rivers that run north to south and from east to west. The place is a dream place where God is recreated and filled with joy. Among all birds, there is a very special bird named Lael. Lael means of God, so it was-almost-the bird could be said that he loved most. Lael

Knowing this, she turned to God with constant complaints. Full of arrogance and pride, he believed that his singing was better than all the birds and that is why he rose before dawn, before all the other birds to sing and that its song reverberate to every corner of the vast forest. Lael love the melodies produced by his own throat but believes that the other birds are ordinary, commonplace, and that neither their wings and her song are worth listening to in this paradise. Angry and furious

felt his strength and patience had reached its limit and was to berate God for this matter. He listened with all the love he professed.

-God, how can you allow these birds inhabit this forest? Listen to their songs, are horrible, if you compare it with mine-sounding horns, whistles to unbearable. Perhaps some are acceptable, but others probably should be out of here. I could help you make a better choice ...
-insinuate, Lael, which I have not chosen well to the inhabitants of this space. You know that your singing is my joy, that from sunrise until it is only dedicated to giving me their songs.
"Sir, I know and that's just my interest. If you let me help you, I would bring the forest sound really beautiful to you.

God, compassion of pride and Lael replied:

"Okay, Lael; for a week you will be in charge of the birds of paradise. Will choose only those you consider to have a song that you feel beautiful and worthy of this place. You will have the authority to banish the forest to all that you like them but with a one condition, allow their nests and eggs containing remain intact where you find them.
"Yes, Lord, I will respect your status.
"ordered the head of the flock as follows:" Being so poor your song, you and your offspring will leave the forest now. God has given me the power to expel "And make sure that the bird and all of his stock out of the woods. The limit will accompany the south, where the entrance door and not return more to come.
Lael was proud to have won this privilege and said "Now
see how to choose the choir for a forest like this.

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began early in the morning the tour to start making your choice. He knew no one sang like him, and would have to be very thorough in finding the best birds. God would show his wisdom unrivaled Forest concert sound like a heavenly harp.

flew south, inhabited by birds with wings of Opal. Stopped at the head of the flock to hear him sing. After a few minutes he snapped: your song is too high, your grades hurting my delicate ears, plus your plumage is so iridescent opal reflecting the sun's rays in a way that hurts my eyes. You have no right to be in this place, so "Being so poor your song, you and your offspring will leave the forest now. God has given me the power to expel them. " Lael

expected to meet for the obedient flock of over a thousand birds, and brought to the southern boundary. He was proud to be performing a work worthy of a sage. It said that out until the last bird of opaline wings, and with a smile of fulfillment and satisfaction continued their search.



carefully watched all branches of thick foliage in its day, and found he was flying westward, a bird with piercing blue wings. Was the Chief of sapphire-winged birds. His little head tilted to the right and left, trying to analyze carefully all the bird singing tones of sapphire and pouting said Sapphire Ave, your song is too opaque, you sound like a trombone tune, you should strive more polish, to add shine and not sing so low tones. I like your tunes, they are not worthy of being in this place. Without hesitation and with greater force Lael shouted: "Because it is so poor your song, you and your offspring will leave the forest now. God has given me the power to expel them. "

Lael smiled because I felt I was doing an extraordinary job, he said at last someone is bringing order to this chaos disastrous. With great sadness the Sapphire Bird brought his entire family and not exceeding five hundred in number and quiet were brought to the southern boundary, where Lael made sure they were all expelled.

Forest started off sounding more and more Lael reveled in his song was far more lively, more profound because the trees were less populated. He was proud of this achievement and continued singing while flying to other corners of the forest. Yes that is great, it was said himself. I had never visited these trees: they are beautiful but what kind of birds that live? He waited on a branch of walnut for daylight because night had caught him in depth of eastern thick.


As usual woke up before any creature in the garden and sang high to enjoy their notes until they appeared with the first rays of sunshine and with them the songs of birds from the east. Birds with wings were Jade and her voice was slow and melodic, with a thin mixture of high and low notes. Lael heard them for a moment, and with less patience, it seemed that the green of its wings was exaggerated, that blended with their feathers leaves of trees and it seemed enough. His singing was, according to Lael, moderately acceptable, but those feathers blend well with the colors of the forest so long with anger to the Head of the flock: "For being so poor your song, you and your offspring will leave the Forest now. God has given me the power to expel them. " Were less than two hundred fifty Jade Bird, obedient met quickly and accompanied by Lael went to the southern limit of the forest.

When flying, Lael could hear the sound of their flapping because they were already very few sounds that were born in the garden. She felt alone and so he arrived a few murmurs from the boundaries North. Lael flew, and exhausted to walk the vast paradise and landed on a branch to rest. I had never left his tree and he looked tired although the task was worthwhile because the place would be perfect with the help God gave him.

At the northern edge sounded ever more strongly the chirping of birds Ruby. Its wings were bright and seemed to bleed to fly. The Song of the Birds of Ruby was sweet, soft and glorious: it was a sublime praise to God. Lael realized this and became jealous. He knew he could not ever sing like that, but regardless of that, decided to expel them from paradise because if they leave, surely his song aparentaría be more beautiful. With a violent fluttering attracted the attention of the Birds of Ruby and snapped with a cry full of violence directed the Chief: "Being so poor your song, you and your offspring will leave the forest now. God has given me the power to expel them. "

Birds of Ruby, shook their wings and the forest was illuminated with blinding flashes. They knew that they were responsible to honor God every day, but recognized the power that He had given to Lael, so I had to obey. They met soon because they were less than one hundred birds estaban dotados con ese canto exquisito y privilegiado. Al volar, la luz del bosque y todos sus colores se fueron apagando poco a poco y al llegar al límite sur, los pájaros dejaron para siempre el bosque, quedando en tinieblas y en silencio. Lael estaba ofuscado por su éxito y no se dio cuenta de lo que pasaba en su entorno. Estaba ya exhausto y se paró en una rama grande y verdosa para gozar de su triunfo.

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Observó el lugar Lael, ya con conciencia de lo que ocurría fuera de ella. El bosque estaba en penumbras y en silencio casi total. Apenas se escuchaba el crujir de las ramas al golpe del viento, las pisadas ligerísimas de los animales de la tierra y el orgullo de Lael fue más grande aún. He shook his wings and began to sing. Its dry and shrill chirps slipped between the branches of trees, the sound of their dreadful warbling crossed just a few meters of the forest. It was the only sound itself and yet he felt that his singing sounded beautiful, there were more birds who defied him. Tired of singing for his day had been colossal and assumed it had won a nap and had not slept during the days of their journey.

In the silence of the bush heard a trill that sounded familiar. I was sure that it had expelled all the local birds, so eating some seeds gained strength and flew heart of paradise valley. The songs I heard came from a spring of clear water, does well, it was a bird what he heard, I did my work, but take advantage of the spring to relieve my thirst. I've never been

Lael opposite this spring or any other as the rain water they provided all the necessary to drink, was the first time I heard the sound of the water and thought it was no competition for him, so I joined his singing to that of the explosions. When it came to drink from the lake, saw in the water mirror image. He knew superb, unique and perfect, but seeing his picture wept bitterly, Lael was the only crow who lived in paradise. God in His great mercy had allowed him to inhabit a place where each bird was devoted only to fill it with praise and joy in perfection, and yet had given shelter to Lael when they found him almost dead in the south gate of Eden . Her tears flooded the forest and he cried all the trees they took pity on her loneliness and pain. Lael had no one to his side and, even for comfort. So I cried for mercy to God and asked him to comfort her, to take pity on their misery.

Lord, why hast thou done? Screaming with anguish born of frustration. He replied, Lael, the smallest of all birds, you in your arrogance you have done it alone. Believed to be the most beautiful bird, the most perfect singing and despised others, believed that they should tolerate their edges and blemishes, now you know who were the others who sympathized with you and tolerate your complaints and derision. Your pride has been stripped and you always wished you were like, you thought you would enjoy the glory and you can only mourn your misfortune.

Power suffers until the end I gave you, and learn the lesson that you have imposed. When the eggs hatch in the light of the sun, the birds will be born again I praise. You must leave the Garden and live alone away from the fruits and beauty, but more than anything, away from my love Never forget this: if only the most beautiful song birds inhabit the forest, this would be a very quiet place.

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Alba • • • • • • • • • A Lumberjack

A Woodman

Lupita Rios Mayorga

many years ago, more than a woman as I can tell, in a forest very new "God put a man named Paul to care for their offspring. As the forest was newly planted small trees rising from the ground only about ten centimeters. God told Paul to stop growing only those who had a green label on the cup. Those without it should be pruned so they do not contaminate the development and health of children.

God gave Paul a blade no more than six inches long and two wide. With this, "he said slowly can cut all weeds and root out the sprouts that you have marked.

Paul looked around the garden and the task seemed simple. Haunted by the different shades of green fell into a dreamy light and said - I can get some sleep before starting work. So they huddled in the warm earth and slept. He slept for five years.

When he saw the awakening forest, was stunned. The outbreaks that were previously only had his glass high above his head. I could see a new bush and wanted to rush to work. Calculated that with his knife could ever cut down the trees without label and all the undergrowth accumulated, so it was with God and asked for a different tool. He said "God, I ate a strange fruit that made me sleep without my desire, only eager to work. God, knowing the nature of Paul responded "I'll give a steel blade machete to start working now. "Right now I will clean your forest undergrowth, Lord, you can trust me," said energetic. Paul


faced rooted weeds and had to dig with a machete, did not seem the best tool but struggled a bit. Just cut a tree trunk and was unlabeled exhausted. He was sweating and felt a heavy thirst. He looked a little water and after cooling considered it an exaggeration to think that was too much work. It said I am a man who can clear and clean like this, one hundred forests, so feeling proud of his strength and manhood, was both warm and comfortable place where he had stayed and enjoyed the view. No case was so bad after all. Wondering about the dimensions of the work fell asleep again a little nap. He slept for five years.

Ten years had passed, the forest was a maze of leaves, branches and weeds reports. It smelled bad all the leaves that lack of sunshine, suffered from an unbearable humidity and had lost its freshness. Paul scratched his head. He felt very rested but should invent an excuse to ask God for a new tool. With something less than a saw could not fix this catastrophe forest. Perhaps it would take a week or two ways ... open a path, a bit of form. He brooded, calculated and walked to the office of God.


"Sir, something happened. A man came and hit me in the head. He gave me a whip so hard that I lost consciousness and was in a coma for nearly five years. Five years and more, "replied God. "Yes, but look at me. Despite the attack and I'm ready to go. If you lend me a chainsaw in less than a month we deliver the forest as you dreamed. God nodded, knowing the nature of Paul, and gave him an electric saw, cutting edge technology, the most advanced of its kind. Paul departed happy thinking about missed opportunities ... if there cut the first outbreak, had uprooted ... Knew this time was not exaggerating, but as long to finish now and fulfill their commitment to God, was willing to work with all his pluck and estimated finish time.



With open legs and his right hand rested on the mountains seeking balance to calculate quickly how should start. First tried to get rid of the weed. The saw no use for cutting the weeds which were glued to the floor, nor served to remove the roots of dead trees. Was able to cut and shape three trees whose labels appear faded on the tops, and again felt tired which made him sweat like a horse under the August sun. Felt that the task was difficult but he was trained, after a break, to finish. If God had given talents certainly had extraordinary lumberjack and gardener. He drank some water, sat at the base of one of the stumps, and contemplated the task.

Maybe if I rest a little, he said, I can regain the strength to finish. Paul knew that if anything fell asleep a little more, God would give the accurate tool to finish its work. He curled up on some dry leaves and slept. Slept five years.

Paul cried upon waking. Just had a little light that dared to cross the very short spaces between the trunks and leaves. The humidity had broken down the plants to the point that between the paste made of rotting leaves and soil, worms and fungi that amazing flooded forest. It seemed to Paul that God had given him an impossible task, which had played a joke. She cried again when she saw her hands and tried to move his body. He was old and arthritic. His body, like the trees had been deformed and suffered the cruel effects of time, humidity and neglect. Full of bitterness pondered seeking the solution of such a predicament. Should bring an explanation to his employer, should think the best way to fix the forest, had to ask the right tool for the job.

wiped her tears to refresh his face as he approached the office of his employer. God was loving and listened to the lies of his pawn.

"Sir, I was working hard when I was attacked by a strange disease, see my hands, dry and bony, I can barely move. Do you see, sir? Then fell prey to a malignant fever which knocked me on the ground and sweated for months, suffered pain and struggling to clean your wood. But as I got up, I am willing to work for you. God asked him if he knew what tools needed for the task. Paul said he wanted the first knife he had given "the small-which was no more than six inches long and two wide. He assured that the pattern that would end its work in record time.

He looked sadly at her son as they walk away into the forest. God knows everything. God knew that Paul, before reaching the location of tagged trees in a clearing, he'd stop to mourn, to reproach his indolence and neglect and to draw the eyes to the bitterness of lost time. God knew that Paul, in a fit of grief and rage, he would nail in his chest in the middle of the heart the dagger with which he could have done a beautiful forest. God's soul cried when Paul came into his arms and released from duty.

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• • • A light that never goes out

A light that never goes out

Lupita Rios Mayorga

met Don
James the day I came to the cafe. I think he has been here forever, seven years ago and now I eat their pastries and coffee. He was quiet, with no one spoke. In seven years is well known a person, for example, I know that Don James is a dapper man in spite of their poverty. Always has corrected his olive green jacket, pants and military boots: remnants of her old life. He worked as a gardener at the presidential palace for over twenty years and to retire the government gave him a home. That's because the wife of former Valers insisted her husband not to let the old forsaken. In an almost private ceremony was given a written acknowledgment and a house with a tiny garden, to be entertained with roses and carnations. Deserved more, but there is well served by having won less than that. It is known that there is much ingratitude among those people. Poor memory, said Don James, forget what you did to work so hard.

The old man has a face wrinkled by the sun, spent his life making furrows in the soil, planting thoughts, orange and purple, creating green areas with grass was thinner than in the country. Their grafts created roses that won the most passionate praise Mrs Valers: he liked to boast about the wives of consuls and European diplomats that Don Jacobo flowers prepared for her. Those days are gone, "says the old man is now dedicated to stroll through the markets early in the morning and breathe the same colors and perfumes to play he got used and without which life is worth a damn.

does live, I asked him one day, I replied that a small pension to which he sends his grandson in Texas. Their only child was a bracero is the United States when she was a teenager and worked there until he died in the eighties, which denied the hospital for not having papers. Inhuman they are, how care is denied to a woman with pneumonia. That is why I have not wanted to go ever further.



II

Over the years, and I love him like a grandfather always try to give the bread as you like and once in a while I prepare some sweet corn tamales. Emilia, I said, your tamales are the tastiest I've eaten. I'm glad because I know I can at least give it a joy. When it comes to coffee sick with olive scarf-like his jacket, and goes to the corner near the kitchen to heal with the smells of freshly baked bread, coffee with cinnamon and sounds of the mud, says that the earth priest even if it is baked. Every Monday arrives with a guest: his journeys through the streets at dawn, accompanied by a friend in distress that usually dies of hunger or cold, and invites a hot chocolate and bread or a pair of fried eggs.

I visited his house two or three times, but only on the outside because I have never been invited to spend. He says he is dirty, messy and did not think it is a careful man. When I take the route of the street and see his step Florence home. The garden is no more than a half feet, a joke, I believe, to this gardener. Is always fixed, with grass and a couple well-pruned red bougainvillea. It is a one-story house, painted by himself you do not understand how a sixty-eight still around on ladders, painting walls and ceiling, a window through which I see a light that never goes out, or night day.

often tells me not to worry, that if one day you do fall or a truck passes overhead, the first one is going to call me. Emilia, I'll send you bring to give me my coffee and my tamales, says with a black humor that I do not understand. Le

banned smoking but ignores doctors. Follow clouds forming under his straw hat and occasionally coughing and I and took the snuff, but later in the butt when he pulls off another Delicado of his jacket.




III


One night seven months ago saw Don Jacobo very dull, I worried about her gray eyes and gray appearance. I gave him every morning as their bread and coffee. Drank quietly and leave with a tomorrow, Emilia. I did not stay quiet, so sad he had never seen the old, so it struck eight o'clock and I left work I headed home. It was a foggy night, heavy and streetlights Florence Street were toothless. I saw the light that was fading from half block before, but when I reached the gate I was shocked to see the blue little door ajar. It was an oversight of that Don James would not be able. I reached the threshold

calling Don James, can you go? For the first time I saw inside the house: a small room with pictures of birds, green and blue, a center table with a lamp and a huge mud-filled altar candles that lit the roof, up a crucifix and holy pictures of each of the There are saints in the calendar. "Don James, can you? There was no response. The spotless kitchen and everything in place, or a misplaced spoon or a frying pan clutter. Don James, I'm Emily, I'll pass, and I was in the doorway of the staircase. It was when I heard a groan, was old and was in distress. Lead me on a weak Emilia, here, Emilia and climbed the stairs hurriedly.

I was dumbfounded when I entered the room where she was, from a suffocating humidity, heat, were arranged five rows of large green bushes and weeds had ever seen. So shocked, I bent to help the gardener. Listen told me, Emilia, pay attention. I felt numb and just answered Do not worry, right now I call a doctor. Let me find a phone, but I was not moving. But he had not finished my sentence when he stopped me, Woman, do not bring any doctor, listen. I peeled her eyes and did what I asked. If you bring medical cops come get me out of the house and leave me lying on Avenida Madero, then I picked up later. All this can not be lost, will be for you, you should care. The old man could barely breathe and while incorporating it with my arms, he insisted on giving me orders.

Listen, go to my bedroom and bring me the bag that's under my bed. I ran with tears and a huge scare into the other room and each of the four, even the bathroom, were full of light green and not faded. He saw no bed or furniture, but behind a row of bushes was a cot. I looked down and only had shoes and cigarette butts. I kept looking for trouble and the wall had a hole covered with a large stone but light, and moved. There was a leather suitcase faded as I saw nothing, I took the old man who complained more pain. Open it, open it. I opened it and found out a thick book that said CANNABIS INDICA, a very thick wad of dollars, a notebook with names, addresses and phone and a gun. All this at a glance. Hurry, then read them, now keep them well and take me to tell you, Emilia. I could not do that, I could not leave the old on a cold street to die alone and in the meantime pain. He insisted If you do not do what I say, all is lost. Not that at that time considered that coffee did not forge a future, or wealth that promised these plants, only wanted to please Don James, come on, fulfilling his final wishes. And I did. We walked together, I helped him last walk to Avenida Madero, he gathered his remaining strength and kiss me goodbye. His eyes were a light that has gone into my consciousness.


I called Green Cross at dawn the next day. I recognized him, I said I wanted as my grandfather and then gave me his ashes. That day I went to the coffee, I called Dona Teresa and told her what the old man, she understood.

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• • • • • • • • • Signs Loving

Signs Loving

Lupita Rios Mayorga

Javier said "The love you have signs like the dawn and sunset, it is easy to know when born and when it concluded. " Leonor learned from him his cuddles and passions. A night of violet and Amaretto, Javier rubbed his chest with orange segments describing triangles of the neck to her tender nipples, then kissing undertook to cover the nectar and chisel plow tongue with certainty that the perfumed love hearts and bedding.

She lived with the anxiety of one day discover signal until sunset over the months you missed. Return trip was and weekly routine, improving relations between ambassadors was a task that always opened the appetite for citrus awaiting him at home.

One night, suitcase in hand in the doorway of his department when he had already left behind the obsession with signs like poison, "came the sweet perfume of oranges produced two voices from the bedroom.

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Always Me • • • • • •

Me Always

Lupita Rios Mayorga

The first year after the date of departure of my mother had to suffer fatigue and physical and spiritual pain. Face the world without his advice and without his eyes, was the most serious challenge in which I was able to locate the target. The death had scratched me with its claws many times before, but never so poignant as when she died

The last time I saw her outside a bed, was the morning of Tuesday in June in which my brother and I took her to hospital. When we walked through the front door a funeral procession came out with a mahogany coffin in which lay the body of one of the sisters of the congregation, suddenly the sky clouded and I felt the wing of a black bird hit my face: I was so fleeting, the knowledge that just as my mother would leave the hospital. It was so annihilating that split second I just wanted to deny it, ignore it, I convinced myself that it was the product of my fear for the surgery that was to be submitted.

helplessness began that morning. The days after his first surgery was stressful for her and for the whole family. See her full of questions, pain, weak and totally dependent on us and the nurses, I bowed down, as it was vital to knowing capable of fending for itself.

A week after his admission, his body freed his soul as he lay in the arms of my father. He tells me he died in peace, and it was like he wanted: in bed, accompanied with their own spiritual aid of the Catholic religion.

black and devastating pain of the orphanage gave me the assurance that I was still alive. For many nights and days of crying. Knowing it away from me and feel alone, I felt that was a sentence for which never find comfort. One night when I felt particularly miserable, she remembered in times of doubt came to reading the Bible and let the chance to offer him some words that will provide a little light in the darkness of their questions or simply a some relief.

Inspired by this recall took his Bible-the same one that was steeped in its essence, and prayed God to open channels. I told my mother how lonely I felt, how hard it was to live without seeing, without hearing, without feeling his arms watching over me, I asked him to give me a prayer, a thought with which he could know that everything was fine. I finished my prayer and opened shortly the Bible without expecting anything more than his answer. When I was in my hands the book opened my eyes flew to an image that shocked me and made me break into tears at the top of the page was captured carmine footprint of a kiss, a kiss she gave me to know never had left my side.

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Salmar

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For the ninth time since he woke up, listened to the radio news announcement of the eclipse of the two. He had something more important to do at that time: his date with Salma. The eclipse of what was almost no care, only irritated him the scandal that was about the phenomenon, his office mates kids seemed ready with tinted windows and mirrors.

checked his watch, still had half an hour to get a little more coconut oil. He sought the best place in front of his desk, placed his hands on the keyboard, activated your autopilot and began his mental walk along the coast of the Gulf. This was the only way to endure the noise of employees leaders and contributors. "They there and I at the Beach" and was always Quasi. The nickname will put his wife because she said, was as ugly and hunchbacked "... like Quasimodo in the film", years of work in the office had formed a hump barely noticeable to the untrained eye to undo neighbor. - "Quasi, it's time to eat. Do you hope? "-. If loathed his wife, caused his companions to break his nose ..., - 'No, no, George, I have to send this e-mail to Conrad first. See you there. "

Before leaving the office was groomed in the bathroom. It was time for his affair with the petit Hayek also had to take the minutes. It would be the final round of the week and had to wait two long days to the next.

The streets were a riot more than usual. The fog grew thicker and getting dark. They were both ten. Walked into the room following the usual route. A few steps the agency was already travel The Continental. He stood at the window and there I was: Salma Hayek , charming, in a fitted dress with green and red and yellow flowers; had a sensual air Quasi-naive revered, and also invited everyone to visit Veracruz! And who can resist such an invitation? No! For that worked in the office as black hour after hour, their savings would allow him to spend almost three days and two nights in Veracruz. I already had the triptych, he knew the name of the hotel, the trucking line, which will serve breakfast, so all the details. I was almost ready to travel first to the sea.

The noise of the city gave way to admiration in a choir bocca chiusa at the sight of shadows and chiaroscuro. The wind was fresh and apocryphal night covered a wide area of \u200b\u200bthe city. He turned his head left and right to ensure that no one watching. He went to the image Salma and whispered: "If you were a fairy godmother because you look like a" or an angel, I would ask one wish: To live forever in the sea, away from the office, cars of the people closest to you , your land and your water. " He continued his impromptu ceremony, kissed the lips of glass framed by stone fairy made jade water. Daytime darkness solidified citizens breathing for a few seconds: the darkness was made.

was nice to walk in the dark and the taste of the sea on the lips. He took out his chest and drew a smile from those who visit it every December 24. Served quickened his pace as mole poblano, the richest of the city.

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A stretch more and come to his apartment. Five floors twice a day was a dose that had to swallow without complaint or water. Put the key and took a last look at the sky, the eclipse had left a red sandstone in the atmosphere that night was warmer to come. Beside the bowl was a note from his wife.

"I went shopping and did not know what time you return, just in case do not expect me awake. In the refrigerator I left your dinner, do not forget to wash everything when you're done. PS This time I was a little harder to find work your stash, but I did it ... Better luck next time! "firm and fight.

reproduced the CIDI Aterciopelados out loud while snorting and biting her upper lip, the rock helped calm him down. His head ached and felt burning his esophagus. He went to the kitchen for a glass of water, an aspirin and some Melox. He took them and sat in front of his tank. This time left Salma cover of suntan oil. Smelled the sea more salty than usual and the wind was soft, the rhythm of the waves was clearer than it ever had been. One could almost say that he felt at home.

A feeling of emptiness brought him back; hungry despite their discomfort and shortness of breath, he knew he had to kick the habit of smoking, but would soon. He loosened his belt, and went to the fridge for a snack. Ate the vegetable salad with difficulty. Fish no longer tolerated; to bite him nauseated and had to spit it out. He ran to the sink to rinse the mouth. Not washed the dishes, not tonight. Or save leftovers in the fridge, or closed doors and turned off lights.

His breathing was ragged and heavy, and although this was a very slight smile on his face ruefully. Ecstasy for the taste in the mouth that had kissed was delighting.

went to his room and put on the pants of her pajamas . It was time to feed your fish, and came shuffling up the tank. He dropped a few flakes of shrimp. Instinctively he ate some, and savored. "Gee, I should try this food before it is too salty but better than home." I smile and I caught a sickness that made him sit on the couch. He felt a blow acid in the throat; breathed slowly to try to control the spasms and pull more oxygen, but was unsuccessful, a brutal arcade came with a gasp and fainted to the floor.

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took a scandalous bang on entering his apartment. - "I'm home Quasi!" He shouted. With no response meant that he was asleep. Went to the kitchen for an apple and finding lights on, keys open doors and flared with anger and went to the room determined to preach to her husband. Crossing through the living room looked down. His eyes jumped from surprise, disbelief and anger. A huge red snapper on a mass twisted green. Between cursing and pouting, disgusted, went to the kitchen tweezers. "As you can no longer buy expensive species, now brings me crap sea \u200b\u200bmarket, "he said to himself between expletives. She took him to the toilet, pulled the chain and then went to clean the dirt. - "You see, Quasimodo, it calls of divorce!" -.

After a journey of four hundred-odd miles through the Mexican underground, a snapper with hump walking the pier to the lighthouse, hoping to find a fairy named Salma. The rest of the time looking for a desk eagerly abandoned on the seabed of Veracruz to take root in him and remember the good times.

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