Although she often visited Chinatown, know the names of the streets, only reference I had with me, so when I walked down a street cab to the east and one south. I found myself in a totally dark street, lit only by the pair of lights that were in each of the corners, I had to get through, not without feeling an irrational fear, hoping that some shade would kill someone jump.
Fortunately I arrived at my destination, a bar where she and her colleagues were already drinking beer for a couple of hours. He greeted me and introduced carefully, I said hello and greeted indifferent to his friends as form. She dazzling as ever. At that moment I wondered why I had refused to see her many times, why I had been deprived of observing his exquisite body which in turn is accompanied by a mind that, although inconsistent most of the time, I was extremely captivating. His colleagues, perfectly interpreted the cliché of bureaucrats, faced with a bad tan office. For my money stayed away while I was catching up with her.
The bubble in which I was not last all night and broke when one of them approached me saying: "And you do you do, what the hell do you live? Not to mention the hassle invaded I reluctantly told him that she taught. Not satisfied and the next question was overcrowded: Master of what you are? I'm no teacher, I teach History teacher is one who completes a Masters, said in a tone quite dry. The expression on his face changed, was now quite sure that was in the midst of a battle and prepared to attack. Then, as history teacher will be able to clarify some doubts I have right? He said as he closed his attack with a grin looking forward to my answer. Surely I can answer some, but I'm not an encyclopedia, I replied in my clumsy attempt to lower the intensity the meeting.
Porfirio Díaz, Alejandro Magno, Carlos Salinas de Gortari, the student movement of 1968 and Adolf Hitler were among the topics discussed. Needless to say, I was extremely uncomfortable, invaded an extreme anger, but I had to keep quiet, all he wanted was that the interrogation was over and talk to her again, which remained as a spectator, waiting for that one emerged victorious.
His friend and I we appeared tired, I guess that is why he decided to ask the question that would decide the match: what about Jesus Christ, was indeed the son of God? I had to close my eyes for several seconds, breath deeply, exhaled air that flooded my lungs and said I do not know if it was the son of a god, all I can say is it was a wonderful person with principles worthy of imitation. And you follow them? Were the words out of his mouth, words that put me against the wall. Unfortunately not, and you? That was me against attack. Could not help it, threw his body back, leaned his shoulders back, a huge smile came over his face and said yes. Best opportunity I could not find, so my fingers throne, turn to her and my lips without a sound leak, they said sorry. I went back to my opponent and I noted: I hope you put the other cheek, while my right fist crashed against his arrogant face.
"Everything I do for you" Left
Roska
They called themselves poets, prophets of fantasies for lovers . A group of boys devoid of shame and trial. I prefer to call them bandits of destinations.
Ricardo, Brenda and Joel used to meet in various taverns , but his favorite was the "Father Eternal, who was among alleys of those that abound in the east of the city. A very crowded place, until the anger, hatred and intolerance made it to ashes.
During the meetings are spent pouring poetry, sharing laughs , making plans, but most sighing for that love that could not be found.
Their union could realize thanks to the blackboard notices that the "Eternal Father" was next to the only toilet dark place. Joel had placed an advert where invited to form a discussion group of poetry, stakeholders had to attend every Friday in about 21 hours. Needless to say, the only stakeholders in this regard were Brenda and his brother Ricardo.
The following Friday decided to leave their bedrooms and go to meet anyone who had placed the ad. Their meeting took place without much relevance, cold, devoid of camaraderie on the defensive most of the time. It took 3 months to meet every Friday to break the ice completely and the three behaved with absolute freedom.
Joel was the most intense, as reflected perfectly his poems. "All the bells will ring" is a poem about a massive assault jewelry, in order to melt all that is found inside, including employees. Ricardo was more measured, his favorite theme was the rebirth , I guess you've always wanted to remove all the darkness I felt about him. Finally Brenda, always speaking softly . Never forget that phrase used in one of his poems: " I wonder where you are going to hide that enormous joy ." Has always been excellent to create phrases designed to not forget.
I, as manager of your favorite tavern, at first did not know what they did, I wondered: Will some subversive group seeking to overthrow the government or what will what they talk with such enthusiasm? I admit I've always been a bigot, was part of my nature, that nature not sure or never have . Throughout that year of continuous visits, I watched these children challenge anyone who questioned them. In every sense were a trio of lads. reached stop in their tracks those who dared to sing with them, and on one occasion an old drunk threatened with death. Joel replied As you want it, ago is another day and here we meet again. You invented sadness with that tear on his face I warn you destinations will soon find and when that time comes , although you and stupidity, tomorrow must be another day.
