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Curiosa is the story of my father. And it is from the day of his birth, when the obstetrician I cut the cord, the child slipped from the hands of the nurse and shot up to be stuck with the butt against the ceiling, crying from there, with that strident casters express the pain of migration to the body of ethereal soul human.
And the doctor will have been stiff, with the lower jaw hanging from the skull, eyes clenched up, looking at the baby lying on the ceiling, and muttering something like "Houston, we have a problem."
My grandmother said it well.
"It's a beautiful boy, weighs three hundred kilos, measures forty to seven centimeters and falls upwards.
- How says Doctor?
"That weighs three hundred kilos and measures forty to seven centimeters.
-Ah. And he falls
up.
- Huh?
My grandmother would have looked confused and the doctor explained the situation.
"Imagine," he said, "that we have a baby in her arms and let go What happened?
"And we fall to the ground," said my grandmother.
"Well, it's falling on the roof.

is amazing how a situation easily explained as manifested, however, an innumerable number of annoying little details, from simply stay in the cradle to the process of change diaper. And so, early childhood my father was a discourse of belts and ties and hang like a balloon from a string. And as my grandparents were untying the knot variegated and discovered ways and means, the life of my father's child was also unleashed.
The first discovery was made by the nurse, who discovered it was better diaper resting it on the bottom of the table top, face down, under our system of coordinates and face up under him.
The next day they turned the cradle and is bolted to the ceiling. There would be strapped, would be sufficient to tie the mattress to stretch and fasten to the mattress after a sort of bag sleep. The pillow was sewn to the blanket and a pacifier was tied to the bars.
was common to see my grandparents sitting in the room, staring at the ceiling until the pacifier was apparent from the lips numb from my father, and was hanging down pendulum.
- There are asleep! "Said my grandmother saying the pacifier.
"If he fell asleep. Already-confirmed my grandfather slept while they stood without knowing why.

For some unknown reason, my father had invested pregnancy. Just the top was our down and down our top. But, predictably, no clothing or biological secretions retained this property. His hair was long and pike, and it was fun to watch when it is cut. The above hair hung to the ceiling until the very moment you were sectioned, then fell to the floor, covering the space of the room like a shower of pins.
The little seasoned observer might assume that the man who usually fall upward, could lead a perfectly normal life just riding their habitat with the roof and floor, investing all objects. No sir. You can not. If you invest the toilet, for example, desagraciadamente empty, and gives headache to imagine their use. Inverted cup can not hold water, nor can place objects on a inverted table.
The essence of the matter was that only my father had the problem, the rest of the objects. So, while it was essential to reverse the chair or bed, which only supported it to him, could not be reversed or the table or cups or kitchen. Imagine the situation that the poor live. Suppose you suddenly everything started to fall out upwards, with the exception of fire, which amounts down. This was the life of my father, there on the roof.

Fortunately, as suffering evil from birth, had learned from childhood to adapt their movements to this particular situation, and it was amazing to see the skill with which drank a glass of water, for example, holding as you would like either, but with the opening facing down, place the rim on the upper lip and lowering it slowly, breaking the wrist forward, as the fluid will not touch the palate calaba language, until it crashed into ridge opposite the pear. For him, all objects are supported from the bottom up on what in his world were tables, shelves and tables reversed, as it had to cancel the puncture of things to fall into its top, which was the floor.
After a while he discovered that lunch was better to use glass table and clear dishes. Then sat at the table as you would a normal subject, but there in the roof, the plate under the glass surface, leaning toward her up, pointing her down, with his steak, the fried egg and mash. Then his hands slipped away under the table and cut there pushing up the dish with knife and fork, while watching what he did from the other side of the glass. My grandmother was always curious to see from below as he ate and drank, displaying the battery of strange movements with the same ease with which one dresses and undresses. By the way, dressing and undressing was not the same for him. How would you feel if I should put on some pants that emphasize fall upward? The leaned over the bed, lifted her legs and shoes. All pants have elastic at the botamangas, of course. Every now and then he dropped a shoe. But the falling object was a real complication. As the floor was the ceiling, every time he dropped something was going to pick it up the stairs.
very complicated matters of the toilet, and I apologize for insisting the issue. In your bathroom, both the toilet and bidet were placed in normal position, it was for him as if to you were upside down, because it was necessary that things fall to the toilet, because water could only be towards the bottom of the world. Then both devices had been placed at the end of a column that climbed to the roof and ended about two feet of it. There, between the ceiling and the toilet, my father knelt as a Muslim facing Mecca, with a comic on the roof leaning against her face, and expelling the remaining digested lunch while reading for long minutes. To urinate was sleeping directly on the roof, off the toilet.
As it grew, the separation between the toilet and the ceiling was becoming exigua and my grandmother told my grandfather
- That's great, Honorato. We'll have to turn down the columns.


My father went out very little. The outside world was for him a place fraught with dangers. The sky was a huge hole that stretched in all directions, a well with depth of the Universe.
At age twelve, his uncle Peter, brother of my grandmother gave him a pair of massive lead. The pair weighed about five kilos more than my father, so that when putting on shoes, they moved him to the floor and left in normal position, equal to that of other mortals. Then my father went for a walk with his mother, hanging shoes, walking a few steps away strangers who never went unnoticed. And as we grew, we were adding lead sheet to the soles to keep the five kilos of excess.

In his world, inventing games associated with this weigh it to one side and things for the other. He had managed to bring him a large anvil with a handle lying on the floor of his room. The anvil weighed a little less than him, so he could hang of it and climb up to perch on the roof. But then, added weight to the belt tying a bag of things and managed to dragged down by the anvil, and ballast to be hung from the anvil rested gently on the floor. In that game, had found a way to leverage your weight to the ballast anvil using a bag of sugar that was getting rid of a bit to be floating in the middle of the room, then walked side by side, kicking against the wall, until your arms can no longer be with the anvil. When he could no longer bear it, let go both falling heavily, each floor and the other to the ceiling.

My grandparents had a good pass and from the beginning realized that her son never intended to avail itself. When my father was twenty years old, gave him a house built for him, with all its strange comforts. To solve this, he spent one month off, which allowed him to send food and make clothes. In those days also came Mariela, a young woman who would be responsible for household chores. Mariela
proved to be a great housekeeper and quickly became accustomed the strange architecture of the house. It was amazing how agile it moved through the rooms, not head the table or chairs, without ever stepping on the lights. He had acquired great skill to extend the bed upside down and clean the entire living space, the ceiling, without ever falling off the ladder. Mariela
had a personality change slightly bipolar mood which seemed not to obey or moisture or menses or specific events. When he was good, it was funny and used to joke with my father constantly. When I was bad or looked at him and instead of talking, barking monosyllables.
But even head up one and head down the other, one was male and the other was women, and both were young and fertile, and the things that could happen, finally happened.
was one of the good days of Mariela. Joke that goes, smile that comes from here tickle, carcajadita there, my father bent down a bit and gave him a sweet kiss of mouths reversed. She said holding her head with both hands and increasing the pressure and passion. Quickly found ways to embrace the whole body, which was not easy. Provided found a way across, it down, staring at the ceiling and she on him, staring at the floor. They hugged tightly and trying not to spin in the air, climbed slowly because my father was heavier. The game liked it, broke loose and undressed each on its soil, Mariela on the floor, my father in the ceiling. Plotting the madness, my father tied the ballast bag waist.
were re-embrace, now naked, crushed it between my father and ceiling. Then my father began to fill the bag of things and already refined sugar balanced weights. Mated floating around the room, sometimes bumping into walls, now spinning like a clock, a few meters from the floor.
was married, loved and hated, as the future of the polarity of my mother. They made love against the ceiling until my birth, then against the floor as my mother had gained a lot with the pregnancy.
But my early childhood would be marked by tragedy.
With the demands of married life, my mother crazy when I ended up averaging two years. Had exacerbated his bipolar disorder and had admitted to a neuropsychiatric disorder. As my father could not just me, I landed on my grandparents' house.
"If we could with the parent, the child can," said my grandmother.
And my father returned to his solitary life, with a fat lady who was helping him with household items. I visited him almost every day. The lifted me and sat on a seat so high that reached their world. They looked like coming and going upside down. Yet I have vivid memories of his face inverted smiling face with the absurd view upside down smiles.
One day my father went for a walk with his shoes lead. Tripped over a planter, lost a shoe and hit the sky. Some neighbors saw him leave to rise with the left leg down and the rest of the body falling into the vastness, flapping like a flag until it disappeared into the clouds. That was the death of my father.
Today, all those events in my distant past lives on in me in the form of a flash that I receive from time to time, single images of laughter from my father and my mother's excitement when the disease had worsened and he saw wonderful life and bright future in his day good.
A journal of my father and my grandmother's stories permanent help me keep the story alive. And I like to remember forever: before falling asleep, or every time I close my eyes, or when I go for a walk in the park, going well, as I now, lying on your back, hands behind his head, looking at the sky while floating weightless through the tops of the trees.

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Mr. Toledo was a lover of absolute cleanliness. That stain on the window of the office should be inadmissible. He twisted his mouth into the door and shouted a name. Came when a woman, dark hair and heavy. He wore a blue apron and was holding dark gray cloth grille.
- What is this Irene? "Said the man commanding tone.
She was speechless, a little terror, and partly because it would ignore how ruthless now.
After a period of overstuffed look, said Irene
- Is the window, sir?
- No! This, this here. Can not you see?
whole body of Mr. Toledo had been twisted about the stain on the glass, lay lifeless at the end of his finger cadaver.
The woman came and looked at the tiny speck the size of a flea. "Then I deal
sir," she said.
"No, Now it's late, I need the office. I have to use well. Morning comes early to me. At eight o'clock that glass must be clean. Irene retired swearing
maximum efficiency for the next day.
At seven, he was the poor scrubbing the stain. First undertook a simple damp cloth. Then, with a multipurpose cleaner and a hard sponge. Later, about a quarter to eight, tried muriatic acid and the tip of a knife. But the stain would not budge for anything. And they became eight, and she was crouched against the glass, and his back and could hear the screams of Mr. Toledo.
- Did not I tell him to come over early to address this issue?
- Lord, I came an hour ago, but the stain does not come out.
- Did you see me stupid face? Toledo
picked up the phone and ordered
- Leticia, I prepare the liquidation of Irene Rivero. Tomorrow it will pass.
And without even looking at the woman, vomiting a "Gather all that and go"

Toledo had things to attend that evening. The next day would meet the Board, and as head of current accounts, would have many questions to answer to customers in arrears and other issues. The Board had to explain everything. Were behind the times that communion of executives concerned about the performance of the company, now the "high command" was formed by a scourge of jovencillos germinated in universities, led by the child absurd that the worthy Mr. Pastrana, father and founder of the firm, had the ill lucky breed. And in supine ignorance, children wonder around with an air of defiant gesture understood. But a hostile Board was not concerned. A nobody could touch him. Thirty years of service were little and a dismissal was out of convenience for business economics.
Enraged at the expense of his own thoughts, Toledo brain sank in the PC monitor and was accommodating numbers to five in the afternoon.
Behind her, like a tiny dagger he pecked her neck and fingered the soul, lay the stain on the window.
Late in the afternoon, stopped all activity and coalesced against the glass, utility knife in hand, with a firm decision to remove the stain disturbing.
did not take long to realize that it was not a stain but rather a dent in the glass, able to confuse the viewer because it carried a tiny hollow blackness of darkness.
was only one way to get rid of the convicted black spot. Stood up, grabbed his chair from the back and hit the large glazed with furniture legs, producing Instantly a tiny, irregular tessellation which quickly spread across the surface of the glass. He then picked up the phone and ordered
-Leticia, call a glazier who can come early tomorrow. Has broken my window glass.

Between eight and nine, maddened Leticia Toledo, who had to call the glass works at least four times to find out why the delay. Finally, at about quarter past nine company he was present.
"For the afternoon we have solved, Mr. Toledo said the glazier. We take measures, cut it in the shop and come to settle.
- No way! Need this resolved now. Why not come earlier? Glass
The officer made a gesture of annoyance and quickly reassembled.
"Well," he said, when you find someone to do it "right now," coménteme who he is, that I will be curious to know. Come on, "she told her assistant and headed for the door.
"Come here and not make the idiot.
As always in these cases, Mr. Toledo had to acquiesce to the conditions imposed by the stained glass, as well as putting a costly apology for the title of "idiot." So it was like always: when was that it took them more.

Your participation in the Board meeting was anything but happy. The Directors are focused on Galindez & Baumann account. Just that account. They asked all the details and it quickly became clear that Toledo had been manipulating the movements. The man could not stop sweating while doing rhetorical defenses trying to evade questions, amalgamating the specific issue with mentions of his loyalty to the company, its thirty years of service and impeccable dossier. No one dared to accuse him of anything, but the most committed of interpellation, Javier Pastrana, the young president apologized to all present considering that Mr. Toledo surely he was exhausted and I thought it appropriate to close the issue there.
That bastard. He spent the day contradicting almost every front: "Such practices are out of fashion, Toledo", "These systems have already been overcome, and the Internet" this "and the Department of Systems" that "and now showed charitable to their peers. In the eyes of Toledo, its apparent righteous deed was actually a sign of the most vulgar hypocrisy.
returned to his office with the dejection written on the face. The window was wide open, no glass of any kind and a stormy wind ruffled her desk when opened the door to enter.
He put some papers in his briefcase and left immediately.
Returning to the four-master, and in an hour left to set, "said Leticia Toledo query tibia. You okay? "He added.
"Yes. Well, well, he said, as thinking about something else. I recall then. Until tomorrow. Drove
disturbed by the highway, which still had a good rhythm going. Fell right where it always, and stopped to refuel. Then he parked and sat at a table in the bright bar of the service station. Realized that there really was hungry.
called hamburgers. He ate and drank and his mind began to recover. What did they have to reproach these beardless, those little cockroaches drawer? Of course he had tampered with the few of Galindez & Baumann. That company had closed its doors overnight and the heads were missing. Accounting Toledo a trick designed to steal the last three payments Galindez formalized before closing, making them disappear from your account current with the certainty that nobody would come to claim. No times were far off retirement and it was time to take a capital. Mr. Pastrana had been dead for over a year. He never would have made a pig, but at Xavier this ... It was a good child, who had inherited a boom that was not worthy. And now the usufruct at the expense of people like him, whose selfless efforts had undoubtedly contributed more than anyone to build the Company. Why should I leave empty-handed? Was it fair? If the law did not ensure justice, he would do justice outside the law.
And so, with a full stomach, Toledo found the strength to justify the embezzlement to his own conscience. Now fix a strategy. While it was impossible to clean completely the suspicions of fraud, it would be impossible to prove the fraud in court. Would all confusing enough so that nobody could prove anything. And if they wanted to fire him, later, his compensation amounted to a small fortune.

Toledo arrived the next day at eight o'clock, as usual. Leticia asked him not to pass the calls. He entered his office and was pleased to see the large window dressed immaculately city and sky, and a brightness moving. He sat in comfortable swivel chair and fell into the motley parade of reports and applications Checking System. Corrido worked until ten, trying to give form to your drawing. Then, a principle of lumbar contracture and was told that time for a breather. Stood up, stretched, stretching his arms towards the ceiling clasped up, made a couple of moves back and neck elongation, instant coffee was prepared and returned to his seat when he froze in front of the glass, immersed in utter confusion. In the exact same spot as the previous day, embedded in the glass with equal determination and equal blackness, could be seen again that dark speck, tiny, the size of a flea.
The scene made no sense. He himself had seen that glass, cracked into a thousand pieces like the parched soil of the Atacama. He himself had seen the empty frame window, bringing the river winds. And he was delighted this morning with the cleanliness of new glass. What was it that spot now? The question had no answer or would have, nor was the time to address this issue. Very upset, Toledo went to his chair and unsteadily trembling cup of coffee in hand, sat down and sank back on the screen. It took half an hour
realize that she could not concentrate. The stain was a poisonous asp spectating crouching behind him. There was no way to ignore their presence. No longer a simple stain, was a spot that had survived the removal of glass lying, a stain absurd, contrary to reason. Now it was a mysterious stain was unknown mind just bugging me from behind.
For hours the man tried and stressed with homework, but there was no case. His eyes looked ahead and looked back his thoughts. Averaging
afternoon Toledo banged his palm on the desk, turned off the PC, turned 180 ° the seat and crouched against the stain to observe at close range. I could have sworn that it was now larger. Trying to learn, the pecked the tip of the pen. Quickly check again appeared to be more of a dent in the glass. Continued with the gentle hammering and now, strongly stain began to spread, visibly increasing in size. Soon surpassed the thickness of the body of the pen. He tried again but now hit the pen sank several inches into what appeared to be more of a hole. But a strange hole because it was not possible to see the piece of pen out across the glass. Insert proved almost entirely and nothing was out the other side.
Fear gave way to curiosity, and Toledo was a long time playing with his discovery, while the strange hollowness continued to spread in the glass. Toledo put his hand to the elbow and pulled it out again, and did not see the hand of the other side of the glass, I did not feel the cold breeze of the outdoors. In addition, the hand disappeared into the blackness pierced the surface defined only by the glass, and reappeared during removal. It was as if a new space had appeared in the office. Something that lay between the window and abroad. In addition, the hand collided with anything, and could stir the cavity without touching any object, even bending the arm back. With his arm stuck in the hole to the shoulder, tried to take a punch in the face, but sensed the arm, without seeing it, go long to the nape of the neck. It felt strange and funny. His arm was in another universe.
a half hour, the stain had size of a tire. Toledo could not resist the temptation to get to investigate. He searched for a flashlight in the drawer of his desk and plunged headlong into the hole, torch in hand. I was already up to his waist when he said, visibly moved
- my God! What is that?
took off the feet of the floor and hurried to finish the entry process.
When he had completely disappeared into the hole, the stain began to close behind him. And none of it came from the hole while it is closed. Not a foot, nor a cry, not a word. Several minutes delayed spot on contract. Decreased to its initial size and further out of sight.

The next day, no one knew anything about Toledo. It was strange because it was never AWOL. After three days of absence and in view of Toledo had no relatives in the city, the company gave to the police. A few hours later, two officers showed up to collect information. He asked many questions to Leticia, his secretary.
-arrived at eight o'clock, as usual, "he said. He asked me not to pass the calls. He worked until noon, then went to lunch and returned half an hour. I repeated that call did not happen and remained in his office until I left. Whenever I go before him. The next day did not come and I saw that he had forgotten the portfolio. Had not even closed. Yes I noticed, but a little, nothing more.
The officers entered the Toledo office and closed the door behind him. They noted the location, stirred the wastebasket, turned on the PC and wrote down the name of the last opened files, checked the closets, they found there, the jar of instant coffee, opened it carefully, prepared two cups of coffee, sat down and took a snack which lasted until the end of the search. After thanking Leticia withdrew their cooperation.

next day after the announcement, a subject entered the office Javier Pastrana. He had short black hair, almost shaved, and a very neat goatee. He wore a black suit lapels and a slight brightness minimum mate, a lilac shirt and a curious black tie with pink polka dots. She wore a gold watch and a bracelet below. He called himself Carlos Garcia.
"Sit down please," said the young entrepreneur "Want a drink?
"No, thanks," said the subject while sitting down.
Both faces were serious and tense.
"The work is done," said the visitor.
Pastrana sat against the back and tried to question.
"Actually, Mr. Toledo only has been missing for four days and we are not certain ... "Friend Pastrana
interrupted the subject abruptly, understand me well I'm going to tell you, because I repeat: Mr. Toledo is no more. "I understand," stammered
Javier.
"The work is done," repeated the bearded. Pastrana
modeled a wide smile to cut the tension.
"Okay, okay. But tell me, as they did? There is no record of any accidents, no body, no evidence.
"As I said at the time, Javier, we use a new, very new, very effective and very clean. We have specialized in this and we are the best. But I can not give you details of the procedure.
"I understand, Pastrana was silence and added. And the technique that you use Is it very painful for the victim?
"It was not the case here. As you requested, we focus on the mere disappearance and Mr. Toledo has not suffered at all. But in other applications, this technology can be extremely painful. In fact, we can cause so much pain as possible to inflict upon a human being unbearable pain in every cubic centimeter of the body. Horrible pain, suffering slow, sharp, unbearable. Everything depends on the service contracted by the client.
black man recounted the horror of all with the same ease and callously says a football game.
Pastrana, however, paled compared to that description.
- How many people are engaged ... such services? He asked.
-not our left hand know what the right "was the reply.
Pastrana opened a desk drawer and pulled out a check already made. I look for a moment and handed it over.
"Be you, what we agreed.
He kept it inside the suit without looking
Thanks.
- Do not think to check the number?
"No need. No one would commit the folly of deceiving. Pastrana
smiled while swallowing saliva.
Before leaving, Mr. Garcia turned and added one more thing.
"You forgot me. Tomorrow morning I concur a person from our agency for a final "clean" in the office of Mr. Toledo. Staff will go through a phone company.
Pastrana was alarmed.
"But the police have registered the site. Now
Garcia grinned.
"Do not worry about it. Just be sure to be let in..
Subject Pastrana went and collapsed in his chair. Thought as he had done as he watched his left index finger was digging in the right index fingernail. Toledo deserved. He had done nothing to try to approach the new leadership. On the contrary, had cheated him. He had not left alternative. And yet he had the delicacy of giving the innocence of a painless demise.
picked up the phone.
-Leticia. Tomorrow morning will staff the telephone company to perform the installation in the Toledo office. Make it happen and make sure no one bothers.
- Yes, sir.

The man was a real character. Very low, slightly obese, had a round head and peeled the center. A short and upturned nose on that barely kept his round glasses. He wore a gray jumpsuit and carrying a bag of aluminum tools. "You're
Leticia said with a playful smile.
-Si Señor, "said Leticia, which was" sir "even his own cat.
- Have you seen? I read it in their eyes because their eyes speak Did you know? And perhaps, he also spied the name on the card that has turned on the pocket of her blouse.
both laughed.
"You must be the phone company," said Leticia.
"Yes, and I come to work in the office of Mr. Toledo. But now I have more desire to stay here talking to you. Leticia
stood up and took him to the office while threatening him.
"Look that my boyfriend is very tall and very jealous.
-Si. But it is not.
The door closed leaving Leticia out, the man in and smiles all around. But scarcely had the door closed, the cleaner was very serious.
opened the bag on the desk and in there could be an interesting set of clamps, bags with things, vials and other curious objects. And everything carefully encased in a polyurethane foam tray, where each object wore a precise cavity.
The cleaner was placed on latex gloves and began to arrange the different elements on the desktop, including a special bag for waste, a tissue paper dispenser, a marker, a watercolor paintbrush bristles blue, a large bottle as high as half filled with amber-colored gelatin, a jeweler's forceps with very fine tip, a container like a can of shoe polish cream, smaller, with a pressed powder pellet inside and several other bottles and jars .
was placed a kind of headband with a flashlight and a jeweler's loupe over the right eye. It then began to roam the surface of the window looking for the speck that had devoured Toledo. He found five minutes later. It was a black speck the size of a grain of pollen. Quickly took the marker and drew a green circle around the pot. Then, with a dropper dropped several drops of a liquid very fluid over the pressed powder pellet. With the brush of blue bristles removed the mixture until it forms a clear syrup. With absolute caution, painted with the syrup throughout the area within the green circle. A few seconds later, the treated surface was liquefied and began to boil, while all the window began to tremble and shake a glass behind a speaker to all volume. Another few seconds and everything calmed down. The cleanser left five minutes for the syrup works. Then attach the clip fine, went back to fit the microscope and found that the speck was successfully removed from the glass surface. Try holding the clip once, twice and three times, but the pot is slipped and went back to his pool of remover. He finally managed to fix it minimally, withdrew a few inches from the glass surface and it was then that the speck of the clamp slipped and fell. He instinctively put his hand to cut it off and there was to make of the glove. The man turned pale and started shaking. He knew that the glove did not resist, knew that the pot would adhere to the skin of his palm, and nothing was worse in this world that the mote attached to the body. He took off his glove with care and with the lens began touring the palm of his left hand. There was the deadly particle, in a meaty, four inches below the little finger, embedded in the skin with the most tenacious grip of the universe. Cleaner stood still, trembling with terror, staring at the window. He recalled with horror those videos that were shown during training, which was displayed the way the device acted when applied to the body of the victim. And never forget those screams ripping the soul nor the expression of their faces distorted by pain while the device is slowly transformed into a pit unfortunate to nowhere.
suddenly came to, he sought again the particle diabolical in his hand, and circulated with the green marker. He reached into a desk hard object. The rule of acrylic would be fine. Was placed in the mouth and bit down hard. Imbibed the blue brush the syrup remover, walked over to the palm brush, hesitated a moment on the green circle and landed in it with the bristles soaked in acid. He let out a roar drowned and voice and began to shake while you liquefy remover skin and the meat inside the circle to the stirring with a small bubble. A moment later he stopped shaking. Then he looked at his watch. They had to spend five minutes for the remover could snatch the speck of skin. He counted to three hundred sweaty, then checked his watch. Missing a damned minute fifteen. The pain was excruciating, but at any price should take that object away. Finally took the tweezers and a magnifying glass and then found the pot, very black, swimming in the brown pastiche. Mitigation should calm the trembling of his hand, which was amplified at the end of the clip. With extreme effort, unable to hold precisely the tiny device. Without departing from the view took him to the bottle with amber jelly and inserted inside, taking care not to touch the inside surface. He took off his headband magnifier and flashlight and gave a huff over the body and soul. The wound was cleaned with a tissue tending to throw everything in the special bag for waste. Then hand sprayed with a small spray. Performed the same cleaning the glass of the window. Threw everything in the bag. He opened a jar filled with more gelatin and what remained of the bottle, making sure the pot it absolutely surrounded by the gel. From the bottom of the bag under the tray of polyurethane, pulled out a small torch. Hold the bottle with a special clamp heated it for five minutes. He shook the jar and successfully verified that the curing of the gel was appropriate.
He took off his glove that he had, and kept everything in the bag equipment, including waste bag. After the hand was bandaged with gauze and tape. He wiped his sweat with a handkerchief and shaking aired chest jumpsuit inward and outward. The task was over. Grabbed the bag and walked toward the door before opening it tested two or three times a smile and took off from there. Good-bye
greeted beautiful, Leticia.
-you, so long in there, there will be no stranger in that bag right? "Teased the girl and in confidence.
The man went to his ear and said the joke overreacting discretion.
-I get to that Toledo put in a bottle, "he said.

That same afternoon, in the office of Javier Pastrana, his vice president discussed with him the details of the replacement of Toledo.
"Tomorrow is the replacement," said Pastrana. It's a jolly good fellow, with exceptional backgrounds in the analysis of current accounts. I dined with last week ... No, sorry, this week. I think it was Tuesday. Tomorrow I'll put in office. Eduardo
Yañiez, his second in command, nodded and refuted with elegance.
"You know, Javier, which some board members have another candidate for the job.
"I know very well, Yañiez, but with support, can not resist. I guess this story with you right? Yañiez
was a brief silence that immediately concerned about the boy.
"Of course, of course. I'm with you, but we should not underestimate the difference with the Board. I suspend the concurrence of its candidate tomorrow and send to study the history of both candidates to take time to conduct some intelligence on the subject. You and I know that the study report can be manipulated. Operation could take three or four days, but will shut the dissident directors. If you give me four days, I can deal. Pastrana
pondered while looking at his fingers and fingernails digging.
"Okay," agreed finally. This evening I extend the folder of the boy. I trust you.
"Leave it in my hands and forget Yañiez said and added," In four days and not have to deal with the problem. Consider it insurance. Yañiez
retired from office and Pastrana sat, thinking, as he rocked in his chair. Now he had entered the tip of a cap pen below his right index finger nail. Recently the board was showing little tame. Other shareholders were represented there. Discipline doubtless hereafter be increasingly complex. Fortunately Yañiez had was a skilled player in this field. Anyway, the fight it twitched. It was a power struggle, a scenario that should adjust. It's just that now, right now, the situation caused him anxiety irrepressible and kept digging the nail of his right finger with the nail of the left. Was it possible that the Board conspired, harass him to the limit and induced to sell his majority stock? Would there be a real risk of losing control of the company founded by his father? For a moment, surprised to Toledo, that was the past. And also surprised his recent still youthful excess: The Avenida del Libertador chopped at two o'clock, the wonderful excesses of sex and alcohol, cradled by the night of the city that never sleeps. The binge and lose control of two or three days without sleep. Would not it be better to leave this silly game of interests and return to the happiness that? Perhaps he was really too young for those battles at the summit. But his back and carried with Toledo. And after all the load was so heavy. Perhaps she really had a vocation to the command and you just have to get into the habit. And fortunately was Yáñiez, to hold it while maturing. And fortunately, too, was this persistent dirt under the nail of his right index finger, allowing him to dig and dig to alleviate their anxiety. It was a black speck, tiny, the size of a flea.

Funny Costumes With Crutches

speck on the High Seas Concert

She's beautiful

shipped the boat sails with his harp part with their art


tide tide and with some desconcieto
true
gives a concert with some success

from the confines and defines dolphins
parades in a single row
eel

notes that spring from the side and escape

wild hordes which confused
of eighths and sixteenths
demisemiquavers odds

insult to all morality from his hiding


coral snapped shut the girl scream and huddle

shut the beautiful

it strikes us that cracking of the harp
yells
carp on starting the harp
or girl Split Split
or
harp and the girl split

unconnected with the facts that every
alienates the child strives
them
press plays eager eyes writhing

temples and rock your body with some fluctuations

Hart
fauna of both stoicism

called the octopus which inhabits the
the bug giant abyss

tapaban slow approaching his ears a couple of sardines

the hold of a blow
belly up to the
Zapatazos
gave the girl moaning

one slimy, dark hole he missed the girl

their song and their spirit. And had that octopus

big upset when expelled

score harp and say the girl


train for revenge filled his belly dance steps