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The second suspension, faces only once, genealogies of faces hanging, more or less make up, shorn, rubble, most likely it faces every day, in the shadows of a scene illuminated with light test. Black stars in a bag in a field of action is little or no confusing to me, operational progress, or in other words, butting in the darkness. And then the bodies with their minimal extensions (maximum obstructions), occasionally sweaty (for as little trip!), Debris and battered and phrases firm footsteps, footsteps varnished shoe tip. "Walking mud" - More than a poor imitation of happiness in the face, good morning mate. The pale metastases of which I speak, which appeared to slope, Rapala and ironic, after more seconds (from now on I need) that ended up being careful not to become too much on actors, divas, crazy, or charged with moral: go further, go where the effects were temporarily suspended. Write destroyed. The shit's hitting you, I tell you, dear Hernández, clearly! ... Loud and clear now ... military, mind control. Do not get carried away too much too . Theater goalkeeper desperately wants to talk, but I still long as a coyote, you can not suppress the desire of my voice for my words of my interest in his viva voce blabla (Calabria) and its delusions of Mamerto, as he says Sandoval. Mamerto-asleep, gesticulis hablisoli: an eye toward the stove, the kettle stupid I saw the butt trash and all that ilk down the desktop board surgeons shared with the night shift guy who steals or hides the things she says Mamerto. A "Mamerto" cost acogotazo a chorister who rebuked him. But it was not Mamerto the aggressor, but his boss, Mr. Héctor Parmigiani. A moment to reduce days of contemplation versus action day, wiping cloth to five inches of glasses. Life passes before my eyes, Garcia, and I hear the mantra from here, only my pity and boring, whereas fijate vos, Garcia, and Farias, is the same, walk or messing solving the same thing, working thing. Negotiating the domestic market and the beating of the street, I reply. Goalkeeper achin eyes: horrible to see. People in the hallway with cups of coffee and 16 mm films. What is the best work, asks. The big INCAA massages his back before taking the elevator. Mamerto says that she wants to present a friend and coworker-wink, achin, smiles and crop gum, which has a truly impressive film about the life of an Argentine writer while the big hope to close the wooden door of the elevator. Hey, let them go. So keep telling them about this guy who works in the opera company that has a material that he personally recommended and you would like to convey personally his and the film. The fat man says he has no problem when you have finished you send her to competitions, on the 4th floor. The doorman replied that yes, indeed already have done. Well, if you are ready, bring it to me. Perfect, says the doorman, and then closes the wooden door and the head of the fat built just behind the window of the elevator, look to the sides of the mirrors only after having to answer and deduct and cry. Dearest
Hernandez, we know the reason we are alienated, do not be persuaded, (things that put you in the head!) Hernandez, you can not fool you, this is not kindergarten, and also when you said "to save to save" you were training, we were forming forces soldier slavery. I have enough just to show you the warm darkness of your voice when you said I get here. And you did, eternal and soft. Should not unlimited horizontal feel revulsion for these limitations of mine, foolish light of vengala? Is not it funny that there communicate what is said and what is out there not as it is allegedly fondled? It is written and published, Hernandecito wanted today, large-scale, titles and names and much confusion. But beware that never fail those positions without art stills, set by the wage. Do I have to blame for everything? I'm not your general . Do not want to make the broth. Therefore, Hernández: life suffers. A curious philosopher who once did try, "he wrote in his diary in 1943:" The channel and the Virgin are the result of Queen Siberian. To me, acting about consciousness as the ocean of Solaris. " Hernandez, a writer is a disease, and a little more than that. Is the detail of the damned. Admitting you need to be beware, subsisting on the chiquitaje.
a skating rink on a bell ice melting forever years of decay. Hot dishes, one is left, is now used to That '. Talking, verse, passage in and out of Costa Rica, Street Latin and indeed very liberal.
Lamb meat changes color as angels chanted his epitaph Pampas. No one should feel hurt, I feel it in your soul, things are well! It is called HUNGER! But my soul, my Hernández, my dirty soul to the core of meat and wine from all strains, my soul was melted down and was no longer master of my actions. I cut the animal's head and the key in the armadillo and still steaming when I arrived at the table where they were the guests and showed it. Unfortunately a young lady broke down in the middle of acting , which say she concluded, hugged my mother who was administered 2 capsules of benzodiazepines and sent to bed. The wolf chased that afternoon. That same night, in the river, the shrieks, the villainous Atlantis.
His journey began at the corner of the Standard Electric at 8 ½ am in the 407 group and white sign ten stations Avenida de Mayo and Congress of the years. You must have discipline to have a heart full of good will to forge as he did over thirty years, a philosophy, a thought. These offices he ran doors were not simple input or output in the bureaucratic sense of the term were thresholds in the philosophical sense and physiologically. What is the right time to ask for a raise? "Begged complicity, companionship, comrade? Thresholds. If you kept the secret safe when pressed by the situation, thresholds, and humid forest umnbrales subjugated to the rewriter girl named "Queen and Siberian fox?
Um ... I had the impression of having come to a blind spot, retraced my steps to the dressing into the ground and climbed the stairs to the hallway that led to the back door of the theater. It was dark, burrows and handling of garbage, the first act. He was waiting, leaning against the wall, cigarette between his lips. He offered me a Viceroy. Rejected them. I offered to fire, he was offended, he did not see me, settled his glasses, his fingers clumsy and thick struck the pin and when he wanted to accommodate ends up breaking. You should have seen, Hernandez, on the edge of the teardrop, such a wanker. That night, when the pin was assumed goggles Mamerto it started raining in the city. It started to rain a lot. The next day we would have to know the damage in detail. Human trammel Belgrano, electrocuted in the capital, Evacuee, deadly hail. I think you're not going anywhere, he said the equeco sardonic. Who knows, I replied. And you know, retorted. Only the final closing. Perfect, I just know that he said pointing to the back door of the theater and laughing without due proportion. Three or four strong images. Credible, falsifiable. Who can take anything away, Hernandez? You have to gamble. Or stick your shit twisted belly full of the waterslide at the nose. Regularly pass through this street demonstrators with their entire families eating and drinking with and without alcohol and other combinations that I've been preparing myself there in the door. For this type of music I have heard, you know. I decided it was best to break camp and out in the pouring rain, to stalking the pink mastodon tusks and lions Russian Dimitri lamb so I asked the doorman the keys to my locker and dutifully picked up my sword and my bow and arrows and got into a bag and I took them. I went traveling, say, outdoors. First field survey: first the asphalt. Anyone who has traveled knows in advance that the trip starts hard, almost without exception hard strained almost obstinate packed. We are not here to do alaraca, or to lecture. To access the mountain road is to make a sacrifice. The Guardian sang a song well known by Elton John. This was unacceptable. Delete from henceforth all references to forests, jungles, bushes, little animals, little paths, etc ... Ah! Pruning is healthy! (Again those terms!) ... Returned to the amputee's life ... apologist for torture ... in endless path ...
Hunter. It is not enough to account hypostatized laconically - "fragments ideals" - pure smacks without codes, convoluted to forget, dormirdespierto, assumptions, clairvoyance, only two rifle shots to the head of the caiman (an alligator or a crocodile). "Hunting for what? Occult science. A full brief with no stains, no attributes. Key: and would that wilderness, bristling universal -counting as careless and promiscuous in recent years when I brushed my teeth and face vórticeslagañosas stale odor of mothballs flat against the mattress without sheets, sand, wet . Neither the garment I had left already. God knows what will come to stop this race -willed Hernández-or at least, if I have to project, I have been pulling me and I think the last ones left in a container of Puerto Madero, where I found more rats implausible for the city and the sinister appearance Cruz, laughing at my weakness, my tanning, supporting the ass released now in reality, living benches, light pillars and walls of Forest Avenue. I have black ass, and Hernandez fell, that's it, I missed . Conservation
rigorous, agreed, because not all deals are alike but everywhere eyes are drawn by my venerated women. In our country we are accustomed. A touching intimate fibers. I touched them four or five times, walking around downtown, going to the ground diligently, my fiber and me. A breed of dogs and hunters infinite, as in Uccello box, we are a people much given to Tarascon and chutazo. For certain transactions, cultural, social classes do not say, which would bring me to other opinions of the seminar, rather vulgar by default. Stubborn creatures, infamous, cracked and convulsed, admit it does not hurt. I also attacked. Tarascon by Tarascan.
Andrés Monteagudo
