Salmar
Lupita Rios Mayorga
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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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