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between Patagonia and the Sky (story)

The engine began to cough. I leaned against the shoulder, made a shivering and stopped. The lights flickered and went out all over. I got to the obscenities. I was in the middle of nowhere, on a provincial road, in Chubut, a thousand miles from the nearest human and thirty meters of a bridge that spanned a creek unknown.
was two in the morning. It is the habit that one has to travel at night, to go quiet.
I opened the hood and stared at the mysterious jumble of iron and wires usually underneath. I tried a cell phone call, but he was an orphan of any signal.
In the distance, howled dogs, squawking about birds, horses brayed and the sky began to brighten.
I looked up and I stayed with my mouth open watching the show.
A hundred feet above my head and slightly to the north, filled with an immense subject, lentejoide, luminous dial. It was a buzz finite, as a wasp, which was changing from high to low.
is my neck stand up every hair on your body. I managed not to anything more than to watch and entrust myself to God.
The infernal machine stopped spinning. Your floor is a circular hole opened and from there emerged a tube of strong white light that is projected onto the floor. The tube
saw off a being.
I started to shake. Chest beat me to explode right there.
Being made contact with the surface and I started coming here. He humanoid form: head, trunk and extremities. Glue or beak or horns or scales. That calmed me down a bit. Do not know why.
When I have ten meters, I hear yells
- What do you do, Turco?
I crouched to look good, as if below look better.
- Carlitos?
- Yes, Charlie, Charlie. How andás old man? So long.
- But Charlie, the whore who gave birth. How do you turn down so a flying saucer? Do I want to die a heart attack? Piece of asshole! I told
really angry and as natural shock after so much tension. The second were fused in an embrace.

After many years of brokerage, one has a bar with friends in every town he plays. With Carlitos we saw every time I went down to Comodoro Rivadavia to take the orders of shoes, what happened quite often because in the area, Commodore is an important point.
We got together to play ball. After playing we were a sitting with beer and peanuts that could last until twelve o'clock. We talked about everything. Bah, politics, football and women. For us men, talk of all talk about those three things. But Charlie was different. He liked me, cosmology and biology, and many times, when all were going, we stayed a while talking about these things. He told me his, I brought mine and together we speculated the possibility of extraterrestrial life.
It's funny, but I never knew his name or where she lived, and it occurred to me to schedule your phone number.
A good day was not over. And there was no way to contact you. He had brought a boy who had long gone to live in Buenos Aires. No one knew anything about him.

"Tell all" I said. What is that infernal machine full of Martians?
-No. Rest assured that I come alone.
He told me that the sightings were first, then contacted him. Gradually we were explaining that the galaxy is full of advanced worlds, they can build interplanetary spacecraft capable of traveling from one world to another in a few little minutes. All those worlds are as a country where traffic from one world to another is very common. That together form a great community. Earth is closest to this technology and for that reason were beginning the first contacts with humans, for our imminent integration into the community of worlds be more harmonious.
"There just asked me to participate in the project," he continued. The program was tempting, I would go with them and live there, learning all he could, until the earth was "about to candy." Then, along with many other earthlings who were in the same, we would be the first link with Earth. So long everything and left.
I looked at him as if what had just told off as normal. Anyone would have thought I was crazy, but there was the gadget that, floating over our heads.
"Come, let's take a walk I am telling you.
- A return where? "I watched with horror.
"Wherever you want. This ship can go anywhere.
"You're a fart. I do not I get there or with forceps.
He laughed at me as if I were a young child who is afraid of planes.
-Dale, dale. Come that nothing happens.
finally agreed.
We stand more or less beneath the ship. Carlitos got a kind of remote control of a bum wearing the suit, said the ship, and pressed a button. Immediately opened two holes in the floor of the nave and two tubes of light were projected on us. I felt like I jalaran shoulders. To mitigate the rising panic, I shouted a joke from one tube to another.
- Che! If I now I shit up In your tube also feel the smell?
-No. But if you shit on you over and go to hell.
We laughed.
landed on soft ground, which seemed to foam lined with leatherette.
The cabin was a large circular space was four ephemeral consoles on the perimeter, in front of which stood out paths seats, very comfortable.
"This ship is four. Most girls do not do, "he said.
circle on the wall were twelve circular windows that seemed to be open. I went out and tried to neglect the one hand, but foolishly I bumped into something solid, more transparent than glass. Carlitos
laughed.
"I did the same the first time. Seem to open windows but are actually just displays that convey what is on the other hand, three-dimensional images.
"That gave birth to him," I muttered Diogenes Fontanarrosa emulating. Thereafter, I would say the same thing many times, who bore him.
-Che, "And this ship is yours? I asked.
"No Turkish. In these worlds, the relationship between objects and people is never of belonging or ownership, but of use. People use things, not have them. Everything belongs to everybody belongs to nobody and nothing.
"Oh, I thought that brothel.
"Yes," he said looks like a big mess, but if you think about it, the better. Look what happens to us. So that each person can use a car when you want, it would be necessary to manufacture thousands of millions of cars. Each would have its own, but the vast majority of those cars would be unused most of the day. These guys are like ten thousand million and a million ships enough for everyone that wants to use, have one. When they stop using the back and some machines are responsible for verifying its operation and reconditioning to new, as if the room a hotel, after being one and comes next.
"Sure, it's cheaper.
"Exactly.
- What if you like you want to have one for you just say that because you sing the balls? "I operate
vocal cords balls.
We both laughed.
The ship, which was a little minutes was vibrating a bit, then stopped.
"Look," he said, "I live here.
- How? Do not tell me that this thing was going.
"Oh, yes. Get used. Within minutes you almost anywhere.
I looked out the window and saw a sandy beach and sea lavender violet. The people bathed as if in Mar del Plata. Some water sports, others lay in the sand. There were many small groups of people talking and everyone was naked.
- Are all naked?
"Yes," he said, "What's wrong? If you do neither cold nor hot.
"Let me fuck, che. And these, what? Are you on holiday?
No. This is normal. Life here is like being on vacation all the time. The machines do everything. The people engage in recreation, art, study, travel, and above all, interaction with others. They develop strong bonds and everyone wants the best for others as if others were their children. That is the key to the organization of these worlds. And the key to happiness.
In the next two hours we visited four worlds. All were different, people were different, the climate was different and the characteristics of places too, but everywhere people were on holiday. What I was showing was a paradise. Had somehow managed to get the machines do everything: services, design, needs assessment, subsequent production and maintenance. Almost nobody did anything.
addition, the worlds were wonderful, like perfect gardens, tended by gardeners Japanese.
"This is like paradise," he said.
"Yes, but you also have the best things of hell. You do not know how to take here.
"Do not say, ché. Look at you.
"Yes, they are totally uninhibited and do everything they come in they want and like.
- And you how are you doing? Can you fuck with the Martian?
"No need. Here there are many human doing the same thing myself. Interact with them the best.
I kept thinking about all that I was seeing. He must be really wonderful to live in those worlds.
-You really got lucky huh?
- Did you see? -Me said curtly.
After a long time to wonder after wonder, we were back in Patagonia. Down below I could see my car with the hood up. Turkish
"Look," he said in a tone of revelation and mystical-To access this, besides making spaceships, men need to learn to be more emotional, more cooperative, more altruistic. "There are
fried-foreclosure.

The ship was stationed in the same place as before and we got through the tubes of light.
-Che, very nice all, eh, "I said.
"Yes you see? He was thinking while watching the dark horizon of the plateau.
- And you? How are your things? He asked.
"Look, as usual. Traveling back and forth, giving birth to my customers orders are placed, then giving birth to the factory and then deliver them to the client giving birth to me to pay them.
- And still going to play ball?
"Yes. Always. You know that I play the ball in every town of Patagonia. I always carry in the trunk.
A Carlitos
's eyes lit up - Do you have a ball here in the trunk?
-Si.
- Oops! Dale, sacala a while.
I extracted the ball from the trunk of the car and right there, Charlie began to make "little game." Three, four, five, and was going forward.
"You do not know how long you do not play ball," he said with real enthusiasm.
We got to play ball for a while the dark, under insufficient light of a crescent-hit side.
"Come," she said let's make some arches.
The skinny like a kid.
"But is not shit, Carlitos.
- Pardon? Canchera said. He took the remote control waist, pointed to the ship and immediately went on a light as day, coming down from the lighting fixture floor a circle of fifty yards. We
arches with sticks, and there in that vortex of Patagonia, we played a "head" in the light of the flying saucer.
ended up exhausted. We threw ourselves on the grass face up next to each other.
"My kingdom for a soda," he gasped.
- You know that I have nothing fresh in the car? Took the thermos with hot water to mate, nothing more.
- Do you have to do mate?! Yes
Want to mate?
- Already, Turkish!
went to the car to look for things. While I was preparing mate, played to sit in the chair.
When the mate was ready I said "Come
. We're going to bridge that, and we kill the side of the creek.
Mateando stayed a while and throwing pebbles into the water. Carlitos celebrated every puff like a delicacy.
-Che, "he said To play, keep going everyone?
"No, some people came and went further.
- The heron is?
- No, I think they got married and we saw no more. Which is coming is peeling.
- Peeling ...!
- That yes, every time you move less. It's a motherfucker, play stopped. It looks like a statue. One day he goes into a dove on the shoulder in middle of the game.
We laughed for a while recalling peel.
- And the baby?
- This also comes. "You were when you put him in the bathroom?
- Yes! With the fat Flora wanted to flip.
- Yes! ... And the crooked he spent the fat lining the bottom of the door.
- Yes! ... And the baby wanted nothing.
We spent time recalling anecdotes. Carlitos was on. He laughed uproariously. We both laughed.
And it came after a last story, the laughter died down until we drain into an immense silence. Carlitos was
looking at the horizon hanging from the railing of the bridge.
-Che Turco said after a long silence, "You know that the air smells?
I looked at him as asking.
"Yes, it smells. And the smell of the air than on other worlds. This is unique. Brings me to my old, how will it be? I left without saying a word. That beast! No?
"And, yes.
"And I bring those Sundays when we all got together at my grandmother. Iban my uncles, my cousins. Do not know how we played with my cousins.
There was a movie in the air that only he saw. But he was in his eyes that was watching. Again after a while. He put his hand on my shoulder and said.
"I have to go, Turquito.
-Si. I know, I know.
We hugged. I could feel his hand on his back by getting a grip on my sweater. That disarmed me. It clouded my eyes and I wanted to stay there, hugging and cuddling.
Then we parted. He also had cargaditos eyes. Turquito
-Chau. Take care. Carlitos
-Chau, chau.
turned and marched toward the flying saucer. There, it was stopping slowly, like a ball rolling up slow. He pointed to the ship with remote control and pressed a button certainly. The ship began
turning, turning red, then yellow, then white. Humming, shining and spinning more and more, while Charlie watched her from the grass. At one point they shot straight up to speed in three seconds incalculable and was lost among the stars. Carlitos
turned and turned to the bridge.
"What happened" I yelled.
"Nothing.
He stopped at the railing, watching the stream. He threw the remote control to water. The gadget went down, made some balloons and we saw no more.
I looked desperate.
"They can go to the bitch that bore them," she said, her voice cracking in the middle.
Now I saw him roll down his cheek a tear whole.
And even with the dim light of the crescent, tears shone brighter than the stars.

Is Ginger Aphrodisiac?

Poetry 4

Street Not
But the beauty of walking is not smooth
As
The skin does not touch the water quenched Ni

When in his mug
is not how women But
loved everything to love
do not always have to talk

To say the things is not always silent
hide
is not always
According to what is done

Neither is doing what you're Function
rest will not always sleep
fire burning on Ni Ni

water it soaks in a basket
huge garbage
made of ideas I have discarded all the precepts
And now I walk free and loose loose
devours life

That string of unique moments.

Black Specks Whirlpool

The Game Tiles Recurrent Nature

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Perhaps as a remnant from the days of hopscotch I always liked playing with the tiles as you go. The neophyte will be surprised at the huge number of recreational opportunities that exist in that line. You can walk stepping tile by tile; you can walk stepping on a every other, you can walk normally and try to estimate what fraction of tile measures a step, we can estimate the speed of other pedestrians in the same unit of measure, you can walk with the horse moved chess, you can walk stepping all lines or trying not to step on any. Each row of tiles is a pathway forward, flanked left and right by a multiplicity of parallel paths that start in the line of houses and end at the edge of the sidewalk.
paths must be known that there are very annoying to play. They measured each house has tile and you can not walk a reasonable distance while maintaining the same gear design. Worse sidewalks are cracked, holes, hillocks of sand, construction site enclosures, surrounded by fresh concrete tape and other obstacles. One must learn to avoid those paths.
Over time, the exponents of tile games we know the neighborhood and chose our routes through the best paths. Sometimes not even necessary to have a destination and a walk outside to play tiles.

When I discovered that tile path, my relationship with Florence had three months ago. It seems incredible how a relationship can deteriorate so quickly. The deeper issues, those that describe the characteristics of people and allow us to uncover and let us discover had already left the talks for some time, leaving behind a drab dialogue about the events of the day, news of the absurd daily planning routine.
- Tomorrow we go to dinner?
-Dale. Are we going to the bar that cute, I had the tablets of cold cuts?
-Ok.
would eat talking about the food, the waiter's delay, the originality of the tulips and we would go unnoticed.
The same was in the bedroom, the same sequence, the same positions, the same end, the same cigarette. A cult of "selfsame."
But not everything was routine. Two things were progressing day by day: jealousy and marriage plans.
And so it was that three months after Florence was a choke which escape from time to time to go after a breath of freedom.
As was common, we have discussed, this time was a thinly veiled look at the girl from the bakery.
"Well, bye. When you go, call me, "I said shear at the door of his house.
I left there and went for a walk. I walked a lot. It was a crisp, sunny afternoon. Slowly silenced thoughts and not realizing I started playing tiles.
Looking for the best boards I ventured on the path of a long street that I immediately liked the regularity of the size of the tiles. One could go everywhere with the same design steps without changing the cadence. Changed color and texture, but not in size, which is most important.
not delay in finding a particular path in the fifth, counting from the cord. Every time I walked by the fifth track, a fog blotted the landscape more than a hundred meters. When you ran the trail four or six, the fog slowly dissipated and returned normal visibility. My surprise was greater when I decided to go the entire block without straying of the fifth path. I could not meet the target because the fifth track, the block was endless. Simply repeated the sequence of houses and buildings over and over again without a stop walking forward. After the house with exposed brick, was a large villa with double garage, then the shade of a local, and so continued until the building of the planters, after which reassess the house with exposed brick and again entire sequence.
remember I felt an absolute thrill. I spent all afternoon playing with the particularities of the fifth path. Just leave him, the mist lifted and you could see the corner. But the house on the corner was not always the same and the change seemed to depend on the point that he abandoned the fifth path. The situation was the same regardless of the direction of travel. The same thing happened going, going on coming. All rows were normal except for the fifth counting from the cord.
The next day I did not think of anything but the path of the fifth path. Florence did not call and went to work. Pantaleon tied the leash and took a walk. I stopped to pee all the posts and I adapted without protest as it passes fast and zigzagging until we reach the mysterious block. They took control. I headed down the path from the fifth row of tiles and began to roam. Then came the fog. Firm grip on the belt and march together. While I was strictly the fifth row of tiles, Pantaleon was going to flip between the fourth and third. But when the sequence of houses began to repeat, something terrible happened. I felt the tug of the belt began to weaken. I looked and saw Pantaleone diluted in a blurry haze, disintegrating with variable intensity that seemed to depend on the breeze, as if it was slowly evaporating. Took a few seconds for Pantaleon disappeared completely. I was paralyzed, with a piece of belt hanging from his hand. I moved quickly to the fourth line, but did not appear Pantaleon. I called him in desperation:
- Pantaleon! Pantaleon! Pantapantapanta ... "I leaned over and kept calling. We Cachirulo Where are you?
gave up when the eyes of the people began to itch on my neck. A Pantaleon not see it anymore.
My stupidity had been capitalized. If my career did not end and the dog, however, was normal, it was clear that the difference in the topology of the two spaces are put in evidence in some way when he reached the corner and I did not, suddenly becoming unviable for us would keep side by side.
For a while I continued to frequent that path, experimenting with several shopping bags, changuitos, sports bags and other objects that could move on the line four or six as I walked by five. Invariably, all disappeared in a fog growing when people began to recur.
Meanwhile, the situation is becoming untenable Florence and difficult to resolve. She showed a cyclic behavior veered from anger to irrational jealousy of his most staunch declaration attachment to me.
"If you you die, I'll kill myself," he said.
I was sure would not share my life with her "till death do us part", but decided not to tell me for fear of the impact it may cause. "If you you die, I kill you", echoed in my head. That afternoon I took
a decision. He said he had found a spectacular library. She loved romance novels and was always reading some.
-not very far. "We invited her to walk. Gave
. He was in good humor. On the way I talked about the novel he was reading and others that could not get and they expect to find in my library.
I took her to the path of the fifth path. I took the road without end, and kept to my right, in the sixth row, holding the waist. After the first cycle tour of homes began to feel a softness in the union of my arm and waist. I stopped and watched with curiosity as it disintegrated with a horror in the look and endless desperate cries going away to be inaudible. It was evaporating in the breeze until they get nothing from it. Nothing.
Without knowing what he had done, I felt guilt, I took all the nails in his mouth and embarked on a rush up staring at the floor.
The next day I went up to the house. I answered the mother.
- Who is it?
's me, Paul.
- What Paul?
-Florence's boyfriend.
- What Florence?
- Your daughter!
- I have two sons, "said the mother and slammed the door. Then he opened the door and said - Y not have a boyfriend!
All my efforts to find traces of life in Florence were unsuccessful. The fifth track had me transported to a universe identical to the previous, but had never existed as Florence.
For a while I felt guilty and chose to adopt the theory that she would be in a symmetrical universe, equal in everything except the mere detail of my absolute absence.

The serial murderers confess that the first murder causes terror, the second indifference and everyone else, enjoy. A pleasure turns to murder in an uncontrollable habit. I do not know to what extent have I experienced those symptoms, but the fact is that over the next three years I used the fifth path to get rid of Mara, Gimenez, Maria de los Angeles, Carol and Patricia.
difficult it is to find a woman. Months, months less, all degenerate to the same thing: an entity that complains, complains, I do commissions, check faults and talks and talks and talks.

But everything comes to life. And Sofia came into my life on a sunny winter afternoon. I just bought a book by Roger Penrose which concerned a quantum theory of mind. It had taken me so. I found myself in a bookstore on Avenida Santa Fe I sat in a little bar on the avenue, one of the many tables that crowded the sidewalk. I ordered a coffee Double and I was flipping through the book. After each section of reading, looked up and watched the landscape of cars and people coming and going. Immediately called my attention to a girl who was passing across the street. His departure was familiar in some way. I watched a few seconds while going up to my desk until I realized the secret: I was playing tiles. I hesitated a moment and decided to run after her. I threw more money on the table and threw myself across the street in the middle of the block. I chased her to quietly reach a hundred meters. She wore a simple and elegant way: left-foot vertical line of the tile below, right foot on horizontal line the next, and varied from time to time and stepped on the vertical and horizontal right and left sides. Not looking at the floor or forced movements. He walked like a gazelle and even paid attention to the step. I followed her to three meters a long way just to admire it. Then I got in line and copied it over. She looked at her feet sideways and quickly realized. He formed a slight smile and it changed my left and rights. I adapted immediately and followed him over. Then he tried a forward two and one alternate. I adapted immediately and followed him over. Changed and stepped line crosses alternating every two tiles. I adapted immediately and followed him over. Her smile was already open. Continued to complicate designs without getting rid of my siege. When left to put changes, encouraging several me I walk with a changing saltiqueo Pink Panther. She followed me at once, and we were already close friends.
Sophia was a twentysomething girl with angel face, the jet-black hair, green eyes, eyes free, perpetual smile, the graceful walk, and a skin that invited touch. His speech never saved sympathy and always dazzled by the clarity of presentation. In passionate and intimate moments was changing so that it looked a different woman every time. Sofia was perfect, and also played tiles.
I liked it fiercely.
followed the happiest days of my life. I would pick as he left the dance class, we stopped for a drink in a little bar of Congress. She talked and I watched spellbound.
take her home, invited me in, interacting with the family: Mom, Dad and little brother. Playing with the dog. From time to time invited me to dinner. I was a good game, had a good job, financial independence and studied physics at the University of Buenos Aires. I knew this was the hidden thoughts of my parents and I liked it that way.
a few months of hanging out with Sophia, I knew I wanted to marry her.
"We have to remember to practice- I said. And we were together all alone to spend the summer in Villa Gesell.
play was wonderful marriage. Returning from the beach at noon, she was preparing lunch while I shook the sand from the beach gear. She washed the dishes and I dried. Take a nap. I got up first and prepare the water to mate. We went to the beach drinking mate. It was a life full of happiness. Only obscured by the furtive glances of wolves devoured on the beach. From time to time, when I departed lover appeared to initiate a chat. She never left her smile and I raged inside and outside while showing indifference
ask - What the gentleman needed?
"No Paul, just wanted to talk. "I had good back
right? La proved myself.
"Stay calm," he said. Sure you do not know how to play the tiles.
And we laughed she naturally, I simulated.
I realized my problem with jealousy on the second day of return. A few blocks away I saw in the newspapers and magazines as talking regularly with cushy positions boy, I guess, because I could not see my position. She bowed and greeted him with a kiss, probably in the cheek, and left with a smile and a bright magazine covers in her hand. The intercepted once.
- Hello! "He greeted me surprised.
- I caught you red-handed, "he said, pretending to joke as he removed the magazine from the hand.
-on is a English weekly dances. Germain gets me, the boy's cushy positions. It is very gentle, "she added with some nervousness.
"Look right, I said that while the" gentle "mingled with the" seed "and together my guts churn.
When I got rid of it spent to spy for the cushy positions at such Germain. He was short, bald half of the head, had a round face, eyes and black together, highly arched eyebrows, a short straight nose ending on a downward trend, a small italic chin, turned up and just party and was decidedly obese.
I was a fool. How could celarla with such a creature? Then I knew I had a problem.
I thought a lot about my box of jealousy. I remembered my time in Florence, where I was the victim of irrational jealousy and decided that Sophie would not subject to the same poverty. Try to overcome the weight of my default without notice.
really I did my best effort, but I think she felt well.
Everything was light, everything was imperceptible, but I felt more distant, colder. And little by little he was losing the trail. I invaded suspect that so often left without saying when or where. How can it be? If we get married we should tell all. There could be no secrets or hidden. But what actually existed or were the work of my crazy imagination? Meanwhile
were still planning a life together. We bought pots and sets of sheets for our future home and we spent the afternoon inventing the details. I imagined a scene with a very young child, sitting three on the floor, hugging and smiling, playing with a giant stuffed million from a window while we lit the wonderful sun of a golden morning.
She smiled when I told these scenes, but the smile was no longer free but a different, more subdued, with a touch of melancholy, as if thinking of something else.
One evening we went to do dishes. Walk facing windows and comparing prices and qualities. She was really absent. I looked over and something else and did not leave a "yes, this can be"
"There is another house a few blocks away," he said. And I followed.
We go for a dark street blocks wide and long. She walked in silence. A bit of walking I realized I was following a step, but I could not understand the design. Nothing seemed to be repeated and yet it was clear that stepped lines, a full and cross it deliberately. Unsuccessfully I tried to read the design over and over again, but I was unable to find out. It was something new, large, different, as if his place to speak in another language.
walked in silence for a while until Sophie stopped ten meters from a corner. He stood in front of me, shot me a look full of incomprehensible messages, dense, heavy, as if to tell me with eyes full of world history. I stroked her cheek with a indescribable sadness. Behind her, around the corner came a familiar figure. It was the rough body of Herman, he stopped and waited staring at the floor. Sofia gave three short hops back and the side and a series of short little steps I could not follow. In the corner, Germain described a similar tumble. Immediately I was overcome with horror, despair and helplessness when both began to fade. In a haze, I smiled as if to say "sorry" or worse, "the way things are." I waved her little hand up and down the fingers, turned and ran toward the jackpot. Already made a mist hugged and kissed.
strides away I saw a design indecipherable saltiqueando lovebirds to dissipate in the breeze.

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fall in that neighborhood was beautiful. On their path alternating trees of all kinds. Aligned to a meter cord, is stood up confused in a wide branches forming a roof over the street and stroked the front of buildings. Each species acquired a different shade ranging from lime green to umber and gave the landscape a wonderful outfit. Detached flashing to the rhythm of the breeze, the leaves fell like flakes of snow piled up golden and crisp forming a mattress on all streets and sidewalks.

Stephen loved the fall. Looking for a pretext to take a walk and sink into the captivating landscape. Much more than the spring, fall, called the passion. All women were beautiful in autumn and almost no lady whose crossover casual passerby would not wake up a story intimate in his imagination.
no way that girl would go unnoticed. She was thin, small and winding. A light brown hair fell in curls to her shoulders, wearing a light and ethereal that reached his knees and celestial sandals. He was carrying several grocery bags in each hand and the signal of effort in the face.
He stopped, leaned bags on the floor, gently let go, stood up and puffed shoulders relaxed, his eyes occasionally stopped at Stephen, who moved from the front.
-O the girl is too small or too heavy bags, "he said with a smile.
"Never mind," she said almost I'm coming. Besides, are not as heavy as it looks.
So much the better. Cost me less out your name and address, "said Stephen as he lifted the bags off the negative unconvincing young. On the way
named Ursula knew that was thirty-five years, some more than it appeared, perhaps because of his slight build. Also found that the girl was very talkative.
came to an old building and somewhat neglected. She opened the door shield still talking.
"The elevator does not work, we must use the stairs You really do not want to help you with a bag?
"No, it rearmed right, "while the shoulders and straighten your back. The bags were heavier than I thought and effort was bartering sympathy and subtle wit notorious for a few puffs and a sweat drop that was already on the tip of an eyebrow. "They are three stories
" she said, and started down stairs.
was much better to drag down those bumps up, but it was still funny a building with apartments on the third basement level.
They stopped at a brown door. Stephen noticed that the ladder was down. Both entered: she talking him in silence.
From an inner room came a gravelly voice of woman.
- Úrsuli, are you?
"Yes mother, and I got a little help on the road.
left the kitchen a very untidy woman. He had gray hair, greasy and unkempt significantly, and a blouse wearing a robe worn by the aged black clear accumulation of stain on stain. He walked old slippers sandals, bored on the thumbs.
"Oh, boy, how kind. Sit. You must be tired. Sit. Let's see if I have something cool in the refrigerator. Sit, sit.
"I would not bother," said the young man, I really wanted to avoid a commitment to sit in that chair, so rickety and grimy as the baton from the old. But she convinced him with a slight touch on the waist and a broad smile.
"Come on, you have to relax a little. The caress washed
upholstered chair and disciplined their most fearsome springs, and all was well with the furniture, like a champ. The touch was the signal light at the end of the road, the reason for your stay in this pigsty absurd, sunk into the ground and run by a real witch of the Middle Ages. The touch was sure that coming, and they come fast. "The faster you get, the faster you go," he would say, because the action is on the cusp of a inverted parabola carrying left and right approach most exalted and the abysmal lack of interest, like that biology calls the water to the thirsty and then repudiates satiety, right and left of the intake. And she knew it, and because he knew the game was paid, citing in that nod, all the chips and the board. Esteban
sat down and drank a soda with ice while she, who had placed behind him, was massaging the shoulders.
talked a while, but by the third interruption of the mother, Ursula raised glasses and invited him to his room. Was done. Stephen knew that language had so often surmised: la habitación de la dama es la dama, y entrar es entrar.
Por un momento pensó en Marisa, su dulce Marisa. La vio blanca, pura, ingenua, adolescente, dulce, amorosa, lejana, lejana, lejana; escondida tras la neblina de esta urgencia que le calentaba las mejillas y le aceleraba el corazón. Su amor por Marisa no mermaría un ápice con esta y otras aventuras. Y ella no podría sufrir en tanto lo ignorara todo. Así justificado, su abandono a los instintos no tenía inhibición.
Se fugaron por una puerta que daba a un pasillo corto y al final una escalera descendente. Úrsula empezó a bajar mientras Esteban bromeaba con el paralelismo entre el bajo mundo y las bajas pasiones.
—Claro tonto, that's why I took to my room, "said the petite woman, whose intentions were already declared and Stephen revived with greater efficiency than a thousand hours of massage on the shoulders.
continued down the narrow staircase. There were stretches of various lengths followed by a break with 180-degree turn and back down. There was no door at the intermediate level. The air grew moist and difficult to breathe and descended as the temperature decreased appreciably. Down, down and down.
- What kind of building is this? Stephen asked at last.
-I take you to hell because I need a devil, "was the humorous response. And quickly came a door just down the stairs.
entered a low room lit with red and green. The air was a block of granite and had to breathe several times to get a good dose of oxygen. A ceiling fan began to spin with a whimper rhythmic rubbing of metals. There were no windows, of course. An open door led into a dark bathroom and another was closed at the back of the room. Ursula
took his belt and led him to bed. He started to unbutton his pants and now it was using its contents. Stephen was excited and giddy at the same time. Moments later, the girl and crawling naked on the bed.
- Hit! Spanking-claim giving. Stronger. Remember that we are in hell.
But Stephen lost his excitement when intensified the beating and the beating when recovering neglected arousal.
- Vamos! What's wrong? I feel picking his stomach.
came and went in the swing of bizarre claims and incomplete answers to Ursula stood up, grabbed him by the arm and led him toward the back door. "We need appropriate elements
said pretending to think.
opened the door and went into a sort of tunnel finish with plaster thickness where it penetrated a spiral staircase down; downward. It was dimly lit by yellow lamps untidy spat from the wall, hanging from wires and arranged at random intervals, always insufficient. The musty odor oppressed his chest and a mild persistent dizziness made him stagger. Dropped several feet and sank under a small arch, behind a curtain of carnage. Led to a room without defined shapes. The walls seemed to be a rock and dripping with juice, cold and oily. Some small torches illuminated the cavern producing the wild dance of the shadows. From the ceiling hung a rusty chains and thick ropes and soiled. On a comfortable old, a variety of elements were arranged without any order. Leather and metal restraints, whips of various types and other objects whose purpose was terrified to imagine, lay scattered as if they had been used recently. Ursula
grabbed one of the whips, took position on cushions and began to punish the body with force while glaring with provocative looks. Esteban
was plunged into a hypnosis atrophied you all will, seeing the woman leaps and dances and self inflicted between the ghostly shadows of the chains and ropes and shimmering brightness of the liquid that soaked the rock. Just lay there, in a cave a thousand feet below ground in front of a naked woman dancing and writhing Dante as a character committed to go crazy.
With a trace of conscience, Stephen realized that, indeed, that was hell. He wanted to flee. He turned and went to the dumps to the screen for the arcade, was stopped at the foot of the spiral staircase and was stunned to see that there was no longer the stretch coming up, but instead they continued the rough rock wall of the room. He groped the wall trying to verify it was real, looked at his hands, covered with greasy sweat of the stone, stood down the stretch, fell a few steps and peered through the hole that opened after the rail. The spiral staircase had no end, just down and a spiral down to hell, studded with torches messy, piled against the infinite. From the depth of the hole stood a rotting stench cool breeze which tore the skin and viscera. Wagging fell a few steps more in the hope of finding a way out. It was useless. Since there was no air to breathe. He crouched supporting palms against the stairs and lay on the stairs, face up. Between Dreams Ursula could see a green and naked with her legs spread over his face, swaying to the rhythm of choral singing amounting to reverberate from the abyss.
- Do you want to go right now, when the fun begins? He scoffed at the woman but what we gonna do now with that little thing, eh? Tell him to come back. I no longer remember, "laughed out loud and continued. What happens? Are you afraid of staircases? We just want to know how low you can go running after women. Look, "was an inscription on the rock one hundred twenty-seven meters! All brand, eh! With more than fifty meters away and not let anyone back. Esteban
Then he realized that there would be no way out of there. He closed his eyes and wept, wailed and thought of Marisa, and was pure white, and was naive and young and sweet and loving and distant, distant and remote, hidden behind an intense light, living on the edge of the world. What could look into the darkness who had been in possession of so much light? Through tears, swore eternal fidelity, tearfully repented of all its detours, swore by God, he did not believe, and requested a solution please. Offered their chastity to the death, withdrawal vowed unswerving, prayed in the name of all the saints, found that he did not know. She cried and did not know how long, how he no longer had tears, then began to resign. After the ruling is for the sentence. And the charge was well founded, and the sentence was that abyss of steps and torches, or worse, the same hell, it was to see the face of the devil was that unbearable suffocation squeezing the chest for the rest of his days, and then click the dark eternity that extends beyond death, because if hell exists, there is a soul.
The increased volume of songs, as if a multitude of unimaginable creatures from approaching you from the bottom going up the stairs, moving towards its prey.
was enough. The weak will of the boy and could not resist such madness, closed his eyes and his head was slumped unconscious over the apex of a step. Woke
on the street, lying on the bed of leaves, surrounded by curious faces and a low murmur. A white man very pale green shirt gesturing to his face.
- How many fingers do you see?
-Three.
- What's your name?
-Esteban.
- What year is it?
"Two thousand and ten. Esteban
"Well, stay calm. It appears he suffered some kind of poisoning. We will move to a health unit. Now rest. Esteban
unconsciousness again and slept the whole journey by ambulance. He slept and dreamed of hell, and demons with black wolf's head and horns on the forehead and tails that curled like snakes on a red mud, and large, erect members, exalted with jerky movements. Behind a white robe, a woman looked at him defiantly. At the beginning of sleep, she was Ursula, but then when he came floating up and pointed his index could see was the face of Marisa.
It awoke in a hospital ward, surrounded by beds and bodies that are inflated and deflated as seals scattered sunlight. He stared at the place could not think of anything. The beds are lined on two opposite walls, leaving a spacious hall in the center. The opposite wall was actually a series of windows reached to the floor in front of which hung at different heights arranged around American blinds saturated with dust.
A nurse came in a little while. She was brunette and wore a very tight overall below which loomed much clothing.
With eagerness to estimate the temperature, she approached and placed his hand on the boy's forehead, leaving her generous cleavage at the mercy of peeping.
- What happened to me? "Asked the patient.
-A poisoning ... "she said as he stretched to try to read a card that hung at the foot of the bed-uf! with a lot of things What were you doing? Well, never mind. Now rest, "he stroked her cheek with the back of the fingers and continued his tour of the other beds.
A poisoning, of course. The doctor had said the same in the sidewalk. But Where? When? How? Is there something in the soda? Or in the air? Could not be. He had been on that site. The staircase went up really had disappeared when he tried to flee. He had been examined and was fully qualified to stay in hell. The lived reality of the facts left no room for doubt. Esteban
remembered and tried to reassemble a reasonable sequence in his head while still mechanically movements of the nurse who jumped from bed to bed like a hummingbird from flower to flower. The apron was really short and not enough to turn inward after falling from the buttocks.
Also, how had appeared in the street after fainting? Whose hands had carried up the stairs to return to the surface? Not even his mother Ursula seemed capable of such performance.
She reached to open some windows on the front row of beds in the back of the room, revealing golden and perfect legs that seemed to come from one of those pictures from magazines that are edited to remove every last macula. The truth is that
there was, freed of the most horrible nightmare and I could feel how wonderful it is to return to the mortal world after having touched the eternal hell. It was wonderful to breathe. The air was wonderful. And the peace of the ward was like a balm to heal their wounds quickly. And it was wonderful the way the nurse's legs bulged up lost in the mystery beneath the skirt. Marisa
probably would arrive any minute. How now that he loved back, after believing it lost forever. Wanted to see her, stroking her soft hair, finger licking his cheeks, kissing her forehead as a child and hold her and spoil her and feel her near him and finally nearby.
From the bed came across a metallic purr. The girl was adjusting the tilt of the bed and had bent down to turn a lever hard. He stood without having accomplished the task. Her cheeks were red from the effort and apron crumpled by a peak at the height of the tail. He stepped back and sat on the railing at the foot of the bed of Stephen. Caught his breath, got up and tried again, this time with success. Had a word with the patient in that bed. He poured himself a glass of water stood at the window, place one foot on the passenger seat and drank his water as the afternoon sun immeasurable show it to the light, profile, his head back, by transparently all the energy of bare and sinuous silhouette, like a goddess playing with her young and wild beauty, oblivious to the eyes that looked ecstatic.
And still reverberating chants of the abyss, and still choking fumes of hell and still felt the presence of the devil and was still warm feeling of losing Marisa forever and still sounded desperate prayers of repentance and final oath when Stephen as a slave of himself carrying the burden of his animal nature, he felt a calling ancestral warmed his cheeks and her heart beat faster. There, sunk in that hospital bed, dwarfed to nothing, slipped his hands under the blanket, eyes closed inadvertently uttered a deep breath and began to fantasize about the nurse.