I saw. Chespirito was certain that was it. Although many years had passed, less than twenty, but more than ten.
"Hello, Chespirito, I approached and held out his hand because I had just entered the bar and he was sitting almost at the first table, there was no way to go and make me distracted. I said, 'Chespirito' because we told Chespirito, I did not remember whether he called Gustavo and Gabriel.
The guy shook my hand, raised his hand very slowly, as if the hand was a very heavy fish. As he raised his hand, everything came to mind, or almost everything, like a movie happening with dizzying speed, lots of memories thrown into grotesque speed.
were young, teenagers, wanting to see what life was hidden under the sweater for us. The desire to fight, to get drunk, to catch. And Chespirito was one more, a boy too pale and skinny, with bleary eyes and a very slight always stuttering. A stuttering became more severe, of course, when frightened or nervous. And we scared them, I was nervous, always. It was one of our favorite sports.
We were cruel, as a teenager that has not been punctuated by misfortunes can still be excessive. Le pegábamos between all, when we went into the street before going to dance. Someone said 'now! ", And threw him to the floor, on the street, to immediately throw us all up as he whimpered and struggled to escape. Or we were eating hamburgers in Villa Gesell, and someone looked at someone and go, one arm clutching him from behind and sprayed him with mustard other face as he shouted he was going to go blind, I could not see, and fell from the chair before the astonished gaze of other patrons of the place. Once
invited us home for his birthday. We went to the parents' bedroom and pish from several whole bed, Gaby took a peceto of the refrigerator and I spent a long time under the arms first, then the English, before returning to accommodate the source with potatoes, carrots and onions, probably lunch the next day. When we go down the department, in flight, Marcelo ripped the intercom at a stretch. Adrian said he had found the fabric that was doing Chespirito's mother (a widow, wheelchair-ridden for a long, between Fabrizio and Carlos had been locked in a bathroom) and put him in the freezer, with the balls of wool, metallic needles made a bun, everything. A Chespirito, fear, helplessness, she had an asthma attack. A neighbor had to call an ambulance while we were going to dance, killing us with laughter, bring a bottle of whiskey that had turned blue Chespirito, was bitching, crying, was dying.
Then we fail to see the kids. We came big. I began studying, Villa Gesell was wrapped around a fold in the past. Life.
"Sorry," I said. I want to ask forgiveness for everything you did during adolescence. It was not my fault, or it was not my fault, but I participated in everything, no excuses. I know it's late, but I'm going to ask your forgiveness. I do not know. Tt-tte
dDoes forgive Chespirito said, with its stuttering galloping like a horse lame, "nno I can forgive pp. Agg you gradezco the ggesto, yes, but but you mmu ojj challah ojj die. Tedes Ustt fucked me life.
"Hello, Chespirito, I approached and held out his hand because I had just entered the bar and he was sitting almost at the first table, there was no way to go and make me distracted. I said, 'Chespirito' because we told Chespirito, I did not remember whether he called Gustavo and Gabriel.
The guy shook my hand, raised his hand very slowly, as if the hand was a very heavy fish. As he raised his hand, everything came to mind, or almost everything, like a movie happening with dizzying speed, lots of memories thrown into grotesque speed.
were young, teenagers, wanting to see what life was hidden under the sweater for us. The desire to fight, to get drunk, to catch. And Chespirito was one more, a boy too pale and skinny, with bleary eyes and a very slight always stuttering. A stuttering became more severe, of course, when frightened or nervous. And we scared them, I was nervous, always. It was one of our favorite sports.
We were cruel, as a teenager that has not been punctuated by misfortunes can still be excessive. Le pegábamos between all, when we went into the street before going to dance. Someone said 'now! ", And threw him to the floor, on the street, to immediately throw us all up as he whimpered and struggled to escape. Or we were eating hamburgers in Villa Gesell, and someone looked at someone and go, one arm clutching him from behind and sprayed him with mustard other face as he shouted he was going to go blind, I could not see, and fell from the chair before the astonished gaze of other patrons of the place. Once
invited us home for his birthday. We went to the parents' bedroom and pish from several whole bed, Gaby took a peceto of the refrigerator and I spent a long time under the arms first, then the English, before returning to accommodate the source with potatoes, carrots and onions, probably lunch the next day. When we go down the department, in flight, Marcelo ripped the intercom at a stretch. Adrian said he had found the fabric that was doing Chespirito's mother (a widow, wheelchair-ridden for a long, between Fabrizio and Carlos had been locked in a bathroom) and put him in the freezer, with the balls of wool, metallic needles made a bun, everything. A Chespirito, fear, helplessness, she had an asthma attack. A neighbor had to call an ambulance while we were going to dance, killing us with laughter, bring a bottle of whiskey that had turned blue Chespirito, was bitching, crying, was dying.
Then we fail to see the kids. We came big. I began studying, Villa Gesell was wrapped around a fold in the past. Life.
"Sorry," I said. I want to ask forgiveness for everything you did during adolescence. It was not my fault, or it was not my fault, but I participated in everything, no excuses. I know it's late, but I'm going to ask your forgiveness. I do not know. Tt-tte
dDoes forgive Chespirito said, with its stuttering galloping like a horse lame, "nno I can forgive pp. Agg you gradezco the ggesto, yes, but but you mmu ojj challah ojj die. Tedes Ustt fucked me life.
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