.- shosho Joé that fill! -.
Yep, these were the first words out of his mouth after dropping his right hand heavily on the clock. It was 7: 15 am and after three weeks currando tooodos day, that "Joe shosho that fill" was the least I could get out of your mouth. Especially if it turns out, moreover, was Monday morning. Had puffy face and had to remove the curls of her hair in the mirror to gauge the overall state of fatigue.
.- Uh, but what fronted, daughter! .- And half saying softly, half thinking at high frequency, reached out to let the water run from the shower. With the sound of drops falling on the plate, his mind was awakened even above the level of awakening of the rest of his body, gave the order to enter the water and suddenly jumped on contact with the liquid element that descended directly from the Sierra Nevada.
Soon, he left muttering curses through his teeth, led to thermal heating of the house, dressed in less than five minutes adorned in another fifteen and spent his free time until 8: 25 hours, cleaning the remains of dinner and kitchen utensils. Before leaving, took one last look through the window .- But quillooo! Do not tell me you me you will, put up a llovéeee! .- Said at a speed that only the receiver he addressed could understand. Left home, got into the car and the car, he went in alone in the caravan of every day en route to Granada.
Luckily at that time gave him for looking in the rearview mirror. Saw a civil guard patrol traffic. With a glance she realized that the stare, starving placing a fine early-morning in order to reach the monthly quota of fines. Better not take the radio now. Would have to eat the tail with potatoes and silent.
deep breath. He enjoyed listening to the voice that sounded for weeks in his head, as if from nowhere. As told her not kill anyone or commit any madness, let it ring freely.
By the way ... the voice reciting poems.
.- Slow, slow, slow.
Slow is the journey of my turtle,
Slow, quiet and very mature, does not care
stone wall,
Wet rain or the wind blows. Because
slow, slow, slow dancing with feeling
It is, climbing
temperature is to feel in my heart.
But slow, slow, slow.
But how slow is my torment.
In this town I can not, well I try
Driving basis.
With their tails of madness,
With cops, there fucking
And people do not hurry!
Then, as carried away by the outburst of anger, honked and shouted something in a low voice so as not to seem too violent in the eyes of the civil guard. The light of fifty meters later changed color and the entrance to the city eased congestion on the road. Finally came to the university today is known for her work in many areas undisputed of culture but, then, among other trades, was the clerk of the Commissary of Fine Arts at the University of Granada, and broke the soul to have the store always ready even if it cost him to stay and sometimes without the first coffee milk in the morning.
Upon arrival he found a conspicuous racks for placing supply. He had to rush into and out of stores with the material while the three students who expected to opened, were limited to watching and complaining. Not bothered but if that caused a little more stress.
.- And it is still Monday ... .- returned to swear. Mid-morning
had almost no customers and your partner and owner of the establishment of further said something like: .- Girl, I saw tené leaving a single time I have to make a recao! .-
She answered, among other things, because he had no time react. When finished assimilating the phrase, his partner had been lost in the distance. He stayed a few minutes standing, facing the counter. Everything was in order, there was nothing to place, nothing to order, nothing to clean, because everything was done. After relaxed posture and took out a stick of bread these always carry. Nibbled and resigned to wait to pass the hours.
.- Another world exists there out.
I'm tired of saying it.
Since the salary in overtime pay,
Like jewelry for the blackbird,
Like water on dry land.
Another life haunts me and mine, not bad. Curro
much and I fall dead leaf
What gale. More
I affirm and assure that another world exists out there. Where
curro donkey is not
And there's no
troubling to make ends meet. Where
never misses a hard
And sleep until ten. Another
world exists out there and will be .... Pa grabs.
.- Tell me what you wear? -. Asked a customer who had just entered distracted .- A scholarship. Replied the boy looking at the four currencies that danced between the fingers of his left hand. He made the comment so funny that he was tempted not to charge the pen that he wanted to go. Took it and sat down to wait for the little voice.
Seeing that nothing was wrong, decided to transcribe the poems of the bard's voice was paying to fill its silences. Thanks to that we could know. That day three of the poems written you liked those who had heard so far. Because that is another, sometimes repeated and even enough to get to memorize. More accurately, those who put on paper were three: "I'm snake your hollow body", "How I'm worth cheese "and" Four goblins and many fairies. "
She continued her things everyday and when he returned home only had time to remove your shoes and lie on your couch, under his blanket. He took the book and reread the first loud. I
snake in your holes,
Inspector of your innermost being.
I ask you, smell, sniffing
And I saw with my kisses. I
scanner of your bones, your nerves
resonance, probe mysteries
A leaking if I see you. I
snake in your gaps.
criticism he received were so good that after three days, her best friend opened such free space to hang them on the internet and people could read them.
that day stood up with a phone call to remind her mother was her sister's birthday. Luckily he had no serious commitment for the morning and could stay a little longer skulking in bed. He reached out, grabbed a pad of sketches of the night table and began to write. It was 8, 35 hours a week of the coldest ever recorded between the marches of Granada. It was raining win, took a deep breath and looked out the window. He loved to breathe slow, slow, slow. Thus, concentrated, was in the position of a conductive petite that, stuck in a jam increasingly heated head to think he might be late for work. He set up the situation before them. It's something I used to do and, coincidentally, two weeks ago did not need to think about the images I wanted to recreate. I went alone.
The rest of the morning was devoted to clean the house, cleaning also review your email and transcribe their little stories and poems of the computer block.
was a day much like any other in the doctor's Ortiz fell to their regret on account of being out of stock of putty to cover the decay of their patients. Only you can spare a embers that had been the first patient from 08:00 am. He had kept fresh so it does not dry up but I knew for a fact that also could have pulled it save it and nothing was exactly the same thing ... I say: It also takes courage to fill a tooth at eight o'clock casually Monday.
On the other hand, both friends and family have always seen the doctor for a serious character, too hard even. To Mary, his youngest daughter, used to refer to him as "Ortiz", unless you need some money, then called him "Dad."
As I was pointing, the morning proved difficult for many. Ortiz raised not wanting to surprise 17-year old daughter while she changed clothes in the sink, rather than blushing, which is angry basilisk pursued by the Treasury inspector, to find two separate piercings on the nipples of her daughter. After a bizarre discussion with topless, Mary reluctantly decided to remove them and place them in the palm of his father .- "There you have. Eat "-.
were those with a ring and a ball in the middle, pure titanium. Put them in his coat pocket and forgot about them for a few hours. In the consultation, took out and laid on the cartridge clips of his desk. At that moment his eyes became serious for a few seconds and she shook her head.
.- "What a win that I have got married once and for all and stop worrying, for diossss" .- He thought to himself. At 10:00
Samanta his face appeared remorseful for the pain of the tooth and filling the future impending pain.
.- "See what I do here with this girl" -. He thought the best of Ortiz. He began to polish after killing the nerve for the tooth in question. When finished, the patient was under the influence of laughing gas. There was very fond of needles. Then Ortiz, began to make their calculations relying on data contained in the schedule of appointments for the day.
The solution was simple: He only had two fillings done, the putty was hardly alone and for a single tooth, but if you got a titanium ball into each hole, just come to meet the needs of the day .... And every god happy.
Coming out of the consultation, there was nothing naive to think the patient that his mouth had been tuned on the back of his will and, most of remorse, Ortiz's mind just spent the following question: "Do you will blow their whistles at the controls the airport? "
When it came time to get into bed, the good doctor and not even remember the metal teeth fillings or pierced nipples their teenage daughter.
Nestor Torre, an electrician by trade, born poet, also left with a gift without knowing impromptu consultation. He liked to work, in fact, occupied his whole life between cables and lines. The dangerous thing about this is that when the man entered his inspiration, its concentration decreased to critical levels. He could be faced with a bundle of frayed wires high voltage, if picked up in the middle of a rhyme or would not realize the danger. And it was. To leave the office, still dazed, he set out to repair an electric fence for the cattle of one of its customers.
"Every time you breathe
No expect it. Every time you sleep
feel or think,
I'll be watching. Whenever
cry every time
laugh, every time
dream every night, every day,
'll be watching.
I'll be watching even though I hate
Because you follow desire, and to me more than
Because I belong "
not even noticed the surge recorded in the ammeter. Forgot to put on the gloves well, those without holes. The shock threw him back several feet flying in the opposite direction to the fence. In conclusion, two months out with the creeps.
He thought he could be due to effects of the accident, from that day on, every time down the guard, in his mind images and feelings arose that did not belong. Mismatches, he thought it would be very useful for the creation times that lay ahead. In fact, his own life was often without argument to the creative fertility.
Both created a special connection and improbable without realizing, I had a good time together and thinking, until today, at least to my knowledge, nobody has been able to say that I hear discussed. More than anything because I always felt the presence of others and not missed until one of the two out of the city. Were supplemented to the extent play mentally solve other problems for the simple pleasure of feeling relief.
The perfect match, come on.
My case is almost irrelevant in this story. Just a connecting thread, the first to realize that the poems Samanta Fuentes hung on its website and had seen somewhere.
Nestor Torre went through my home shortly after the accident. She felt that her life had changed beyond what I expected to wake up after downloading and decided marked for life tattooing one of those phrases that have always been present as a moral axiom. I had already gone before; am getting tattooed things like "Carpe Diem", "The sell moto "(in Chinese characters, of course)," Mi Vida Loca ", names of relatives," Love Mom ", but this time, my (from then) Nestor dear friend asked me to leave him in the neck a nice "Joe shosho, which fill." During
told me he was a poet and had the pleasure of hearing some of his compositions.
effort I put them in touch, I talked to both and, if I say the truth, I was pleasantly surprised that give me the same answer:
"No more, thanks. We're all right "so
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