was withdrawn, was Remal. Things would not come, indeed I had never left, horoscope major items, not the small change, details. My life was a bad sweater fabric. I recently divorced, the Monica Conchuda not want to let me see Josefina. In the laburo had changed the regional manager, and had the guy coming to do a cleanup. If staring at a piece of grilled or breaded and I spent a chest cholesterol was up to me 33. I left
Rond Point, to discuss with Monica. I do not know what the hell I quoted in Rond Point, should be that then went to Shopping and I was comfortable. I told him that all he did was ask me Twine, I said I was an asshole, normal.
I left, I crossed diagonally Figueroa Alcorta. Saturday, half past three p.m.. I had no desire to sit in a theater, I did not want to walk, I had to call.
I sat on a park bench. I looked at a dog, an Irish Setter that electrical I could not stop moving, dogs should be built to move a little slower. I looked at a chick who spent running, skinny, with cycling tights, a firm ass and a face of deep annoyance, in the face, no ass. Smoked two cigarettes.
I decided to return home to see if I could take a nap, but I do not even sleep at night too. If he slept six hours at a time was to celebrate. I walked a few steps, I Tagle, which is outside the embassy of Chile.
"Hey," I looked, but I had never encountered anyone, for the simple reason that there was no one to stumble. Yes, you.
I stopped. I looked up, the voice seemed to come from above.
-I stirred the tree-leaves, could be the wind. Had to be the wind.
I do not understand, I went two or three little steps side, the trunk of the tree. I mean, it can be.
"Yes it can be, yes it can be" The voice was hoarse, heavy, serious voice of someone who has smoked for many years. The trees are alive, as everyone knows.
"But do not talk.
- Why do not we! He laughed, the tree, a plant laugh. Why do not we want, nothing more.
"It's bizarre," I said. I rested a palm on the trunk, rough, cool, something throbbed beneath the bark, which I was unable to decipher. I do not know what to say.
"Do not say anything," the tree. And do not be afraid. Are you afraid?
"No, I gave a couple of slaps to the trunk. I do not think I go to paste.
- Ja! "Laughed the tree again.
"Well, I'm going to go before passing out," I said. If this is not a dream, if I wake up at home, one day I happened to say hello.
"Well, go ahead. But do not make bad blood, weak. You look worried, you look bad.
"But I took out one- another cigarette Do you mind if I smoke?
"No, smoke alone. We do photosynthesis, what the hell I care if you smoke, lining.
"No I get one, I said. I am divorced and my ex-wife for not breaking my balls. Work sucks. At night sometimes I have tachycardia. Not give anymore.
"You get a lot of trouble, boy, I dropped a leaf, a tree, slid down my forehead. It's all head. Look at me. I can not move, and dogs are pish pish and always in the same place. And you feel like you have to say 'pish and that side, even pishame' but no, what jerks dogs God blessed and Fernet Weeping Madonna. After a chubby that you think Rocky Balboa hangs from a branch. Pará, dude! Can not you see you kill me? And there's always an asshole who wants to come, takes out a knife, and to write, some gilada. You're making me fucking crazy, to write 'Beto and Laura'. If the mine is with you, if you're taking the. Decíselo! Tell her what you want, but do not hurt me anymore!
"You're right-beeps.
"So you cut it. What does depression or anxiety disorder, boludo. Sometimes it rains, sometimes hot, sometimes you feel good, sometimes you do not have to talk. When you think that things are like ass, think about my situation. Or came to see me that I woke from a head Ramaz. Do not be ungrateful to what touched you, dude. Fuck no more.
"You're right," I said again. The tree was silent. I took a couple of taps on the trunk, but nothing. At the time I left.
Rond Point, to discuss with Monica. I do not know what the hell I quoted in Rond Point, should be that then went to Shopping and I was comfortable. I told him that all he did was ask me Twine, I said I was an asshole, normal.
I left, I crossed diagonally Figueroa Alcorta. Saturday, half past three p.m.. I had no desire to sit in a theater, I did not want to walk, I had to call.
I sat on a park bench. I looked at a dog, an Irish Setter that electrical I could not stop moving, dogs should be built to move a little slower. I looked at a chick who spent running, skinny, with cycling tights, a firm ass and a face of deep annoyance, in the face, no ass. Smoked two cigarettes.
I decided to return home to see if I could take a nap, but I do not even sleep at night too. If he slept six hours at a time was to celebrate. I walked a few steps, I Tagle, which is outside the embassy of Chile.
"Hey," I looked, but I had never encountered anyone, for the simple reason that there was no one to stumble. Yes, you.
I stopped. I looked up, the voice seemed to come from above.
-I stirred the tree-leaves, could be the wind. Had to be the wind.
I do not understand, I went two or three little steps side, the trunk of the tree. I mean, it can be.
"Yes it can be, yes it can be" The voice was hoarse, heavy, serious voice of someone who has smoked for many years. The trees are alive, as everyone knows.
"But do not talk.
- Why do not we! He laughed, the tree, a plant laugh. Why do not we want, nothing more.
"It's bizarre," I said. I rested a palm on the trunk, rough, cool, something throbbed beneath the bark, which I was unable to decipher. I do not know what to say.
"Do not say anything," the tree. And do not be afraid. Are you afraid?
"No, I gave a couple of slaps to the trunk. I do not think I go to paste.
- Ja! "Laughed the tree again.
"Well, I'm going to go before passing out," I said. If this is not a dream, if I wake up at home, one day I happened to say hello.
"Well, go ahead. But do not make bad blood, weak. You look worried, you look bad.
"But I took out one- another cigarette Do you mind if I smoke?
"No, smoke alone. We do photosynthesis, what the hell I care if you smoke, lining.
"No I get one, I said. I am divorced and my ex-wife for not breaking my balls. Work sucks. At night sometimes I have tachycardia. Not give anymore.
"You get a lot of trouble, boy, I dropped a leaf, a tree, slid down my forehead. It's all head. Look at me. I can not move, and dogs are pish pish and always in the same place. And you feel like you have to say 'pish and that side, even pishame' but no, what jerks dogs God blessed and Fernet Weeping Madonna. After a chubby that you think Rocky Balboa hangs from a branch. Pará, dude! Can not you see you kill me? And there's always an asshole who wants to come, takes out a knife, and to write, some gilada. You're making me fucking crazy, to write 'Beto and Laura'. If the mine is with you, if you're taking the. Decíselo! Tell her what you want, but do not hurt me anymore!
"You're right-beeps.
"So you cut it. What does depression or anxiety disorder, boludo. Sometimes it rains, sometimes hot, sometimes you feel good, sometimes you do not have to talk. When you think that things are like ass, think about my situation. Or came to see me that I woke from a head Ramaz. Do not be ungrateful to what touched you, dude. Fuck no more.
"You're right," I said again. The tree was silent. I took a couple of taps on the trunk, but nothing. At the time I left.
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