Oblivion is released. Fiction. .
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
From 'The Oblivion is free', a novel by Eduardo Persico, Future, January 1986
Chapter 17. December 1975.
A Varela Quelo the end of the year also disgusted the utterances and large empty phrases. "This country will be the architects of their own destiny." "Values \u200b\u200bembodied in the tradition against foreign interests to national sentiment", how in the early morning ambulance palabrerìo.si kids hungry idiots. How I mourn the bitch that we outcast, was repeated and accumulated a calmadora of anguish mourned, as did many in the middle of '74 with whining from the groin to the death of the old Peron. Upon the bossy old slipped weepers, anyone using the power, old and new comrades in arms, and many perpetual union with his obsequious bodyguard
jostling for position before the carriage and his magnificent body. A hurt him the phrase 'Peron Peron so great you can inherit their enemies who hate the poor multitude' who said his friend Huey, but the certainty of tears accumulated in those days it softer with Mary Victoria, sole owner of a business Temperley without much need for money and bookcase almost for fun. Beautiful hair forties near and far to play rogue veterans for their brightness in his eyes, the fairness of their skin buttocks and intriguing to be devoured with kisses chewed to soothe the loneliness and frustration a decade. When she visited her Quelo waved 'see you tomorrow' Liliana, its growing employee and Mirona dispensable Seller, M. Varela, and with so many looks in French of the girl he receives a notice of your bum and angel lost no time . December took down din of celebration and in three short passwords and Lilianita Quelo were convened to meet 'by chance' in a nearby bar. Quelo immediately admitted what his poems were free to cameleros that released twenties psychology student who offered no resistance, so you his machismo awkward unaccustomed to losing a decision of the opposite. - Vamos a time to a quieter place - - she proposed the serval cat stuffed into a "hot pants" fashion, and that she felt Quelo change the date without knowing it.
- not you tell me if you're married. Do you have children? - Asked the girl and the noises coming from the other room Quelo made him think that if something changed in the time it was furnished for the intimate environment. You could hear screams in the next room, hurried footsteps and voices soon order from the hallway. And still Lilianita break your questionnaire, the first time, all the noise level grew and suddenly silenced. Around a high-pitched cry goes out suddenly, the setback from someone rushed the stairs and wall jarring were already through.
darling girl wanted to tease the others to rest. And Quelo said 'Stop fooling around and if you stay calm and not go callin' while buttoning his shirt and two explosions eased a shriek of anguish. I overcame a fear sticky to hear the footsteps tancercanos and even cursed to be there with that asshole spectacular 'But a calibrated if I understood what was happening. " Grew out pushing and shoving, hitting, clenched teeth, resistance to sink as someone sobbing and I managed to scream 'bastards she has nothing to do. "
By drawing back the curtain of the window just saw a car maneuvering to find the exit. The driver, a fat colorinche shirt over pants and a rubber mask over his face, got out and helping to tug the hair to a skinny guy who wore only a blue cowboy. The emerging December moon illuminated the boy's hands were tied while rolling on the back seat and masked as to places in the trunk. There Lilianita lit two cigarettes back to the window.
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Take my love, smoke and tell me you're watching - and Quelo not respond. Below he saw the car with the trunk open and it freezes something terrible to see that hole stuffing in a girl, long black hair, badly wrapped in a sheet with blood stains and a roasted leg hung up unossegundos out before closing the lid. The night light was struck last and Gray Falcon went without trouble.
After a while the silence was unbeatable and not wanting to continue in the role of large type and frightened, Varela Quelo strives to revive an occurrence that returned to bed. But despite the enthusiasm of Lilianita no avail, that fiestonga end of the year was held in UNJ is noisy, animated masks uninvited. . ---- ____________________________________________________________________________
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