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R. saw her and I could not watch. Palpitations
threw the rug and that usually made him feel awkward in its more apelike. What you want to stay in that book store to look askance while the first lines of books chosen at random were trying to take you to other destinations. "Awe, the plump Buck Mulligan came on top of the stairs with a pot overflowing with foam, on which he had, folded, a mirror and a razor," "The dress of the inmates is striped pink and white . Yes, enjoined by a burst of enthusiasm, I chose the universe in which I delight, at least I can discover in it the numerous ways that I wish: there is thus a close relationship between flowers and convicts "," I met Dean bit after my wife and I separated. had just spent a serious illness that I will not bother to speak, except I had something to do with the almost unbearable separation and my feeling that everything was dead. " But R. was in his usual return to the same bookstore start his own eternal: " last week that the observed Rodrigo a silent and contemplative, he spent much more time enjoying life the way he made it clear sublime reason to continue living. A few minutes were enough to thank you being there just in time. When he got home, something was pulling on her lip. He had a hook in his mouth. "

Clara closed the book went to the box store.

- I get it.
- ... funny title ...
- yes, the female character is named after me. It made me think that perhaps someone in any dimension could be writing about me. Nonsense ... I just hope that I have booked a happy ending.
- no doubt. Here you ... see you soon Clara.
- Chau Rodrigo, thanks ...
Clara
While retreating with his latest purchase, Rodrigo longed to see her go enjoy each detail in it, without paying attention to the squeaky schoolgirl put a copy on the counter over "Girlfriend Wanted" .


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Max is caught between the traffic chaos in a self-service.
Everyone is trying to move forward with their carts of the same design but clearly differentiated by their content. Someone mentioned the offers on the altoparlante.Todos smile while shopping, greet, talk, until they reach the boxes. In case no one smiles. Never. Max
not carry a shopping list, or a child sitting in the car, or a partner who will help you choose the products. Notes one block alone in the middle of a mountain of potatoes.
It feels like that apple.

Unlike the streets, in a supermarket when someone collides with another apology, no insults or grabs him to death. Some learners to smile, crossed eyes, kind words, even flirt.
No one is killed in self-service, unless it is a fruit that fell from its tower. It is still unlikely to die crushed by the wheels of a cart, there is usually time someone puts in place. Only when this does not happen, poor fruit can be crushed by a Sadali, a shoe, a boot or a stick 7. Max

watch people in that car traffic loads of food and beverages. Emit signals of superiority, of belonging, requirement, necessity or waste. No one addressed the traffic. There are no regulations or signs, unless you want to know where milk for example. It is the fourth week of Max trying to forget his bed solo hemisphere spinning the wheels of a cart from hundreds of brands. Cross eyes looking for a friendly face, a furtive crush that is the beginning of an affair with a bar code. Your cart collides with a woman without a ring concentrated in the infusions. Fails to attract his eye. He apologizes. Advances against trafficking. Take a can and makes a silly question to the girl executive to review its list. No response. Go to the section shampoos. There are a nation of women reading the bottles. Max noted that the formulas for types of hair are more attractive than him. Defeated once again and with nothing in your cart, is set that apple on the pile of potatoes that observed the entire scene. That apple silent and solitary that made them realize where it leads to loneliness and the price that makes us pay for our mistakes.
goes with the car empty until that apple and carry. Then, he goes to the box with the longest line of cars full and no smiles while waiting for their turn to pay the fruit in question.
Almost 20 minutes later, a small-eyed brunette pin with the name of Andrea pressed the button that advances the conveyor belt products in the box and get a lone apple. After hearing the sonar scanner many times and every Monday night, tired up the look and can not help but smile at the scene and the patient waits for a client as lonely as his apple. Max looks at her and smiles. For a moment looking at that box with both master socket looks like a TV commercial for supermarket chain.
Once outside, Max walks to his apartment felt in every bite that's the most delicious apple that tasted in a long time.
Undoubtedly, the next day go for another one. And the pay in the same box.

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Security Sensor Light Stays On

My eyes look different. My eyes feel angry and moments do not recognize myself in the mirror. Inside, everything seems to sound in mono . Enter two types of counters oily-looking with them letting the bars of a ballad-eighties metal. Drunk comment on the ass of a dance. Another wiggles on a dirty bar under a rickety light. The types and have their tickets pulled enjoy planning something similar between a woman, which they say will make the two if they share their coca. I wet the face trying to take away the nausea and difficulty registering with what happens in the bathroom. Strong smell of urine. Someone vomits. A guy goes to a woman falling over makeup smeared. As she rubs her crotch with one hand, the other as bolsiquea at will. Winks at me. I saw nothing. The voice on the speaker announces that such a short Sheila will take the stage.
are 3:43 am in the morning and I'm drunk at the worst night club in Lima.

For a moment I do not feel how bad it is whiskey. All infected puteril that environment and poverty need magically sprouts sinister joy as the minutes passed the sad bitches try to take whatever. Dance, laugh, grab your balls, ass and give you the most decadent and sublime tasks.
I'm leaning on the bar and Milagros, my companion improvised withdraws to sell your body to realize that I am very dizzy. I see it as if I were a fly, multiplied and litmus. It has the rough knees. Someone yells something from the side referring to me but it the streets. I think you notice something or someone took me up there. Finally, I wish luck and go, but first warn others that I do not take out anything. The types hit the tables. My pockets bag ball made crumpled bills. Ground them so when I get lost in the night. I ask for more whiskey bad and I feel a heeled shoe from above the bar rests on my shoulder. DESCARCARE red nails and a hand lifted my chin. Total eclipse of the heart . I applaud not know why. Again fly vision.
There is a curtain separating the environment of a ladder. I ask the waiter where I lead. private Al Lord, 40 soles per song and she dances on hembrita, ute and asks if he can play pe. I want my private . Saco four balls of paper money and look what my eyes fly me to identify the smoke and poor light as something like a concrete angel. I see a girl with breasts sitting on a greasy red furniture. I take a ticket and I approach my song demanding change that dirty paper rectangle numbered. She gets up reluctantly. It is tiny and petite. Short pulls her blouse covering a particular belly that seems to have stretchmarks. We says in my ear dry. I think Madonna material girl sings. Open the curtain and find myself following her hips on a ladder too steep. Gathering up a row of private . Toilet paper on the floor, laughing, fishy odor.
Sit down, you know it is the duration of the song . Sounds like an old ballad and Steve Perry as she moves on autopilot. your name? wonder. Olenka tells me. Your skin looks yellowish, but retains a certain charm. Maybe not, but I do not care, I have my private. I see. I do not know what to do, so I just contemplate. I look at her breasts as a compelling reason to be there. Nervously wonder if I can play. Slowly tells me please slowly. Wear my hands to those round breasts and pressed. In the dark I hear a sort of regret in his voice and something wet falling on my eyes. Olenka, what happened, what is this? tell missed but without anger.
- Breastmilk - he told me coldly - and your song is over. ..


When I left there was no sun, I was not drunk and had many stories recorded, but I can only share this.
The others are private.


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Fertilisation What Can Go Wrong

T. convinced me to launch a joint and put an end to my exclusive when bottles and glasses. It has a nice apartment in Chorrillos and the Sea of \u200b\u200bGrau is more peaceful than ever framed in the window of hand-painted orange edges. T. gets a bad copy of A Bout De Souffle of while J. Godard her boyfriend, my best friend in the kitchen preparing something. Three nights before she and I drank in silence near the Bridge of Sighs, yearning for our respective breaks, as well as lose, we separated as a group.
drank enough to get to know each other again. This time I knew her better than ever.

T. drinks and smiles with me differently than when it is with J. That night I did not feel the signals I posted below and above the table, until hugging and swaying toward the cute depa chorrillana your door asked me if I wanted to stay to sleep. His roommate , a brunette actress was also possibly a clown, was not home and J. existed outside of his heart after a flood of tears and a thick avalanche of words - that if, for you I have no bed or pajamas - was the phrase I pushed his mattress stressing that J. was crying the past.
of sighs turn to the screams and the Sea of \u200b\u200bGrau was not so peaceful this morning.

When I awoke, the actress and eventually I was looking clown. He gave me the nice apartment chorrillana J. accusing me of betrayal, hypocrisy with my former partner and abuser T. in his helpless state. I told him that as an actress was best clown I put on my underwear inside out and I went without breakfast or morning.
As the hours passed and I was with the missing pieces I am down to three ideas in mind: 1.T. was an extraordinary lover that he forgot with ease, 2. I never loved my ex and 3. I was the worst friend in the world.
Three days later
J. be reconciled with T. and called me excited to thank the advice you gave her when we , you realize how much I loved him, why go out with me was the best he could do to reflect so what thanks friend, for just a friend like you, a true friend get to do what I did, so I hope in the depa chorrillana nice oceanfront Grau for lunch, me, my friend , cook for you.


T. I put a joint in the mouth and lights it. I give a long drag and I feel nothing. Toso
too and my lungs expand. J. and T. smoke, laugh, kiss. I feel nothing. They Godard film covering the window with a large mandala India, leaving little halos of light cut the scene as I feel as if two hands throw my slanted eyes. I repeat I do not feel nothing. Appears Belmondo foreground and I can not stop laughing. In a break think about that bed in which we cast today the three T. and I threw drunken recently, cacherío that would mark his return to the arms of J., and while Belmondo out more with this handsome face silly attempt to say that this is the funniest face I've seen in my life, until at I find flipping stick together in the snout and two fish.
I left them alone and went stone to watch the sea, listening on my mind the mocking laughter of actress-clown who beat me a red nose in one fell swoop.
I took my notebook and wrote " sometimes being honest is a eccentricity." Then I
I went to eat and never in my life.

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