A birthday
P. Turned thirty-three, and he thought we could all go to the beach, on the pretext of celebrating his birthday. P. an apartment was well located in Miramar, as always, was a department of his family, had spent their holidays as a child in Miramar. The department was not too near the center, and one block from the sea.
were going to be seven, with P., but M. and G. could not and fell. M. He had sprained an ankle and said he was not able to do anything and was going to become bitter. A G. not left his wife. Had a baby, G., unobjectionable collaboration with his wife and the woman was willing to demand what he believed he deserved the world may have fulfilled its anthropological and ancestral role of giving life. And all he wanted to require the wife of G., the world decided to claim it through G., equivalent to saying that the wife of G. I kept breaking balls, G. It seemed that the wife of G. would not stop breaking balls, G., anymore.
were five, then went in two cars. Father's Birthday was 24 September, fell Friday. The idea was to leave on Friday morning to make dinner for the celebration, a barbecue in Miramar. Stay the weekend, returning on Monday.
Everything went perfectly. The Department of P. had more than one hundred meters, several rooms on space, a spectacular balcony. It was not too cold or raining. P. made the roast, we ate like caged lions, and applied marsupials, offal, sausage, barbecue, udder, roast a pig matambrito tender as a mother's caress. We took three boxes of a decent malbec, we take two bottles per head and we were going to sleep, one by one, as we overcame the tiredness and pasted the well of shared anecdotes.
The next day, after noon, went to the beach. There was a little sun that came the sound of the sea. We play the palette, and a head, two against two, cutting with spectacular flown to land forgotten about the softness of the sand. To talk with a group of girls who invited us a few mates were in Hurlingham, we agreed to see us at night, they were four, wanted to go dancing at Mar del Plata.
must have been six in the evening, we were drawn in the sand. He had thrown us a dog beach, a moustached collie mix with the rough coat of dirt, they huddled and watched us as if being with us was the funniest thing in the world, the best thing that could happen. H. had gone to buy two dozen exquisite, churros bursting with dulce de leche, quince vigilant let you fingers made a glob. D. smoked one cigarette after another, as usual, without stop. Then
P. stood up, shook a little sand in the legs, took off his shirt.
"Well, bye" he said and started walking, decided, towards the sea.
-Pará, is cool, "said H., licked a finger and pointed to the sky. It was true, there was little wind, began to cool, Where you going?
"He was all very well," Father paused a moment, as if searching for words that could be either in the sand and in the sky, but nothing will be as before. I'll kill you.
We stood there, looking at P. he reached the shore and entered the water almost at a trot, without stop, no doubt. The water reached her waist first, P. continued, the water came over her left shoulder and head, a black speck, barely a speck amid the vast blue than you can imagine.
were going to be seven, with P., but M. and G. could not and fell. M. He had sprained an ankle and said he was not able to do anything and was going to become bitter. A G. not left his wife. Had a baby, G., unobjectionable collaboration with his wife and the woman was willing to demand what he believed he deserved the world may have fulfilled its anthropological and ancestral role of giving life. And all he wanted to require the wife of G., the world decided to claim it through G., equivalent to saying that the wife of G. I kept breaking balls, G. It seemed that the wife of G. would not stop breaking balls, G., anymore.
were five, then went in two cars. Father's Birthday was 24 September, fell Friday. The idea was to leave on Friday morning to make dinner for the celebration, a barbecue in Miramar. Stay the weekend, returning on Monday.
Everything went perfectly. The Department of P. had more than one hundred meters, several rooms on space, a spectacular balcony. It was not too cold or raining. P. made the roast, we ate like caged lions, and applied marsupials, offal, sausage, barbecue, udder, roast a pig matambrito tender as a mother's caress. We took three boxes of a decent malbec, we take two bottles per head and we were going to sleep, one by one, as we overcame the tiredness and pasted the well of shared anecdotes.
The next day, after noon, went to the beach. There was a little sun that came the sound of the sea. We play the palette, and a head, two against two, cutting with spectacular flown to land forgotten about the softness of the sand. To talk with a group of girls who invited us a few mates were in Hurlingham, we agreed to see us at night, they were four, wanted to go dancing at Mar del Plata.
must have been six in the evening, we were drawn in the sand. He had thrown us a dog beach, a moustached collie mix with the rough coat of dirt, they huddled and watched us as if being with us was the funniest thing in the world, the best thing that could happen. H. had gone to buy two dozen exquisite, churros bursting with dulce de leche, quince vigilant let you fingers made a glob. D. smoked one cigarette after another, as usual, without stop. Then
P. stood up, shook a little sand in the legs, took off his shirt.
"Well, bye" he said and started walking, decided, towards the sea.
-Pará, is cool, "said H., licked a finger and pointed to the sky. It was true, there was little wind, began to cool, Where you going?
"He was all very well," Father paused a moment, as if searching for words that could be either in the sand and in the sky, but nothing will be as before. I'll kill you.
We stood there, looking at P. he reached the shore and entered the water almost at a trot, without stop, no doubt. The water reached her waist first, P. continued, the water came over her left shoulder and head, a black speck, barely a speck amid the vast blue than you can imagine.
