pisses me off every time he repeats: "I hope at home and very early, no street." Repudiates I have to know that today I have to go there again with her and see her sitting on the couch with those lusty legs night after night oppress me in a brutal manner, and that glare meaning: "where have you cursed state fallándote to anyone. " Other than that my mother, a wretch from here to the moon, is determined to remind all the dirty things I've done, and after over, shouts at me: I'm a bad son. Poor old, knows that when one takes a 'journey there is no turning back. That's why I prefer a thousand times to live on the street who have to endure this and the useless old woman next to me.
These were the last words I heard Fernando.
That night we had drunk large quantities of liquor in a place that had never been, but in some ways we are familiar. We talked about a lot of things: women, politics, sex and even philosophy. What a way to hold a conversation like this.
"When we go ..." is left thinking, "in fifteen polas us throughout this filthy place.
-Hey why, if we are fine here as well we can stay all night.
"Trust me, for you, go somewhere else cool.
In the place I had already rigged and breathed the stench that was typical of amanecedero in which thousands of things can happen, and drunkards willing, first, to give you a few beers with the reason that one was drowned penalties or for the simple sympathy, and second, that the minimum rose, the anxiety starts in which one get his head broken or ready to run like a deer to save the skin. But also no shortage of them, women of easy and accessible, I have never been with a woman of that world, but I like both, his majesty, the way they look at you, how you tangle with that hair worn, hands down its bodily pleasures. I was always struck those places where you could see the true face of the city where he lived.
But somehow, the look of Fernando had changed when I said those words, but I really trusted him, so I do not worry.
So passed a good time, the bar was running low, only remained the dispossessed, uprooted, those who would not at home ... the street. Both, when about to enter that state of neglect, we realized we had reached the fifteenth beer. Check pockets, found the money, collect and pay the bill.
The night seemed quiet, passed quietly by our side with a slowness that was, for us, peaceful, however, Fernando, apparently, did not share the same.
-Hey where we asked.
"I think ..." she said stammering, which is on that side.
I note the address where we should turn. I kept thinking.
"Oh ... and I think I know for Where are we, "I said, to remember old times?
"Of course my brother, I'd forgotten, I find it strange that chicken head you right?
"But sometimes I tend to forget a lot of memories, you know, to then not become a deep pain.
We made our way as we could, walking those streets where we had been a long time, they live in splendid and fabulous adventures and misadventures. As forgotten. In step in step, and half broken ankles, came to the place, not forgetting, of course, as in the old days, pick up some snow on the road.
"You see? "He asked.
"What else? "There
.
I set at the well site, and suddenly came to me that object to the head of an overwhelming way.
"Of course I see ... but not very clear because I have blurred vision, but ... of course, is that, this beautiful bench that night we said the drunk.
burst out laughing.
, much time has passed and he never gave thanks for this favor. "Hey that severe
plots do not know what I'm amazed to be here.
My fingers went through my hair and grabbed my head hard. No wonder out of that huge.
-Marica as agreed in this place I asked.
I do not know how, I just keeping the site and now ... I thought we should come to greet him.
"Well, let's hope for him.
confess, and in the midst of the heaviness, not having felt this good in a long time.
Every time we got near it, I began to remember what had happened that day: First, get the patch, then partying, then women, then the staggering, and finally two of us in that bank. What great memories.
Fernando was the first sitting.
-Giovanni?
"What happened" I said.
"When you try to give meaning to life will always find little things that make startling as this bank. Do not you think?
"Of course, I said.
At that time, I concluded that the conversation between us had taken a different course. "Lately I have traveled
these small details and I have given a unique pleasure, it is much better than drugs. Sometimes I think all the things we were of no avail ...
I interrupted.
"Hey no, no need to deny everything, sometimes I think the same, but then I get the feeling that something served, we learned to feel life intensely. I think so?
"You might be right "He said, but ... I see parce sit agitated.
received your order.
Since that time we were in a sad, without uttering a single word or a groan, was heard the cry of the night. But the movement was, he'd be the snow clinging to his nose, and I, I took the cigarette to his lips. How difficult is knowing when the final moment comes in a hideous, and worse, is that you do not know what to do with that bull, if you dodge it or wait gored in the belly, and then bleed to death, throwing the entrails, the heart, those things that give warmth to the body.
Suddenly, Fernando took his right hand to face covering with a rough, until I thought he wanted to wrest.
"That shit ... everything came to me over the damn family and responsibilities ... damn, I'm fucked Giovanni, I do not know what to do. At the moment I feel the most insignificant and contemptible creature that everyone wanted to crush, but I do not want to leave, but not take it anymore, the ram would be conclusive and definitive ...
My mind goes blank, do not know how to respond. I've always tried to chat and relieve the problems of my friends, but you could see that in that case there would be no solution. I felt helpless, as if it were a friend of Fernando, just a stranger.
I tried to find words, but the dizziness did not let me, I found nothing but embrace him with my left arm as good we were homeless. Needless to say, the calamities
, offenses, sentences and words echo emitting sharp shadows around us that night, because as I firmly believe: the words are worthless, insignificant, even here.
The sun came and left us blinded her light, and cuddled together, the two arrived at his home. We leave the door. I did not come, he knew his wife well, but I promised that after he hung back. We shook hands and went live in the dark coming home without saying a word until his figure disappeared. Serré the door. Leave me thinking.
few hours later, and with the spirit alive in my veins, I got back home. Ring, Ring Ring and came back and no one opened the door. My friend had left me alone with the bank.
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