was more or less as well.
had arranged to have coffee with Martin, about five in the afternoon. Martin called me and told me he wanted coffee, so it could only be two things. O Martin had divorced again, or needed money again.
arranged to meet at the bar in Lacroze, two blocks from City Hall, Villanueva never know if or if September 11. A Martin fits right place because you work by Belgrano, and then goes for Vicente López. I do not fucking take a different subway.
Olleros I went in and saw her. A woman of about fifty years old, blind, frail, hesitant, standing on the platform. Just getting off the subway, too, and seemed stunned by the movement of people who regaled indifference and annoyance in indefinable proportions.
I touched just an elbow.
- I help?
"Yes," he said. Please.
I asked if he was wrong for me to take her arm and told him the story of the time I wanted to help a blind man cross the street, and the blind man said, 'Normal not catch me! ", because it is the blind man who grasps the other person's arm, and not vice versa. "They are resentful
said, and smiled.
walked up the escalator.
"Here is the ladder," I said. We climbed the stairs
another, slowly, stopping every three steps to the street. She had the arm. "I'm going to
Aguilar said. Thank you very much.
"If you follow her," I said. Overall, there were two or three blocks, and there were still five. I had time, not too hot, I felt well.
"You are very kind," he said, and smiled again. Although there was a smile, it was a strange grin, the face of the blind is usually so particular, or perhaps the effect of causing those translucent eyes, as if indeed you were watching but from much farther away from a party other know where that is. We walked
Cabildo, fold in Aguilar. It cost me a bit to adapt to the rhythm of his footsteps, making breaks. The tic tic of his staff testing the sidewalk like the snout of a dog. I told him, more or less as I could, to talk about something, the story of Borges. The Borges story where you have to cross the July 9, and someone who recognizes it helps to cross. Halfway, the subject threatens to unleash Borges, leave in the middle of the avenue, and says' You know what, master? I am Peronist. " And Borges replied 'Do not worry, boy, I'm blind. " Launched a restrained chuckle, as the cry of a bird, like a hiccup. I asked how she managed to get around the city, told me that you get used to everything. Worked downtown, she also, in a ministerial department.
"Here is" stopped at the facade of an old building and irrelevant like so many others, a metal door painted green. The handle had lost its former golden spider patiently worked the rust.
"Well" I said.
"Come, spend a moment he had pushed open the heavy door. Let me offer you some tea or a glass of water. I live downstairs. I spent
. Do not know why I passed. The story unfolded itself, flowed in a sort of conveyor belt that lacked nuisances or objections.
spent the caged elevator, turned right, stopped at the door of his apartment.
He bent a little, I thought she had dropped the key, but no. He put his hands on my thighs, and she was on her knees, undid my belt. I do not know how, but stayed with the white cane in one hand.
not want to use overly technical language, nor should it be necessary to skid in rudeness. I pulled the rubber. I sucked it with care-free energy, with the method is not without interest. An experience as unexpected as satisfactory. I leaned with one hand against the door frame. I looked down, square heels of his worn out shoes as she nodded. I stroked his rough and unkempt hair.
ejaculated baboon as a passionate, intense as a chimpanzee.
He stood up. I handed the baton. He ran a finger from one corner of the mouth. I got the pants, trousers, I tied the belt, snorted.
-Yo I stammered. Well, me, or I do not know.
"Stay calm," opened the door. Everything was great.
"I-told again. I-was astonished and pleased, some frightened and happy.
"Do not worry-entered his home. You helped me on the platform, did just what I needed. I wanted to do the same for you. For this, to know exactly what you need another person, you do not see.
had arranged to have coffee with Martin, about five in the afternoon. Martin called me and told me he wanted coffee, so it could only be two things. O Martin had divorced again, or needed money again.
arranged to meet at the bar in Lacroze, two blocks from City Hall, Villanueva never know if or if September 11. A Martin fits right place because you work by Belgrano, and then goes for Vicente López. I do not fucking take a different subway.
Olleros I went in and saw her. A woman of about fifty years old, blind, frail, hesitant, standing on the platform. Just getting off the subway, too, and seemed stunned by the movement of people who regaled indifference and annoyance in indefinable proportions.
I touched just an elbow.
- I help?
"Yes," he said. Please.
I asked if he was wrong for me to take her arm and told him the story of the time I wanted to help a blind man cross the street, and the blind man said, 'Normal not catch me! ", because it is the blind man who grasps the other person's arm, and not vice versa. "They are resentful
said, and smiled.
walked up the escalator.
"Here is the ladder," I said. We climbed the stairs
another, slowly, stopping every three steps to the street. She had the arm. "I'm going to
Aguilar said. Thank you very much.
"If you follow her," I said. Overall, there were two or three blocks, and there were still five. I had time, not too hot, I felt well.
"You are very kind," he said, and smiled again. Although there was a smile, it was a strange grin, the face of the blind is usually so particular, or perhaps the effect of causing those translucent eyes, as if indeed you were watching but from much farther away from a party other know where that is. We walked
Cabildo, fold in Aguilar. It cost me a bit to adapt to the rhythm of his footsteps, making breaks. The tic tic of his staff testing the sidewalk like the snout of a dog. I told him, more or less as I could, to talk about something, the story of Borges. The Borges story where you have to cross the July 9, and someone who recognizes it helps to cross. Halfway, the subject threatens to unleash Borges, leave in the middle of the avenue, and says' You know what, master? I am Peronist. " And Borges replied 'Do not worry, boy, I'm blind. " Launched a restrained chuckle, as the cry of a bird, like a hiccup. I asked how she managed to get around the city, told me that you get used to everything. Worked downtown, she also, in a ministerial department.
"Here is" stopped at the facade of an old building and irrelevant like so many others, a metal door painted green. The handle had lost its former golden spider patiently worked the rust.
"Well" I said.
"Come, spend a moment he had pushed open the heavy door. Let me offer you some tea or a glass of water. I live downstairs. I spent
. Do not know why I passed. The story unfolded itself, flowed in a sort of conveyor belt that lacked nuisances or objections.
spent the caged elevator, turned right, stopped at the door of his apartment.
He bent a little, I thought she had dropped the key, but no. He put his hands on my thighs, and she was on her knees, undid my belt. I do not know how, but stayed with the white cane in one hand.
not want to use overly technical language, nor should it be necessary to skid in rudeness. I pulled the rubber. I sucked it with care-free energy, with the method is not without interest. An experience as unexpected as satisfactory. I leaned with one hand against the door frame. I looked down, square heels of his worn out shoes as she nodded. I stroked his rough and unkempt hair.
ejaculated baboon as a passionate, intense as a chimpanzee.
He stood up. I handed the baton. He ran a finger from one corner of the mouth. I got the pants, trousers, I tied the belt, snorted.
-Yo I stammered. Well, me, or I do not know.
"Stay calm," opened the door. Everything was great.
"I-told again. I-was astonished and pleased, some frightened and happy.
"Do not worry-entered his home. You helped me on the platform, did just what I needed. I wanted to do the same for you. For this, to know exactly what you need another person, you do not see.
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