and, perhaps somewhat supine existence, with unusual violence. It was Friday, and I was working in the office, when my girlfriend, Laura phoned to say she was with another in Punta del Este (I was in La Falda, with parents) and the favor of picking up my things because Monday came back and wanted the apartment (owned by his family) clear of me. He knew that he had no sympathy from his bourgeois parents who treated me with an artificial bonhomie that hid a contempt and a desire, ill-concealed, to find opportunities to humiliate me. I no longer was a simple boy who was going Caballito quite well in the field of advertising, but they wanted for their baby, something of greater social movemently to satisfy, more properly, their souls commercial. Despite everything he had against, and indifferent to any premonitory signs, I thought having the unconditional love of her (who was different) and I thought, what the literature and film!, The force Love would be imposed on any violation, moving like a bull in a china shop. Only later, as the lonely mature reflection, I realized that love is only irrational in its origin, giving way to pragamatismo and, consequently, to life, he always defeated because it is much stronger.
wounded as he was, but maintaining a minimum of pride and dignity, I decided, without fuss or ask for explanations of any kind (total for "qur estimable served balm for the wounds of my heart. It did not take even two weeks in finding work and a little over a month to run into the English who now shares my days, my nights and going to give me a son. Over the years, I move through the streets of the city, which today are mine, with an unreserved gratitude and the knowledge that here is my place in the world. Of course, continue faithful to many habits acquired in my youth of Buenos Aires and never miss an opportunity to meet with friends from here and there, to drink mate, eat some homemade pizzas, to a barbecue or encourage albiceleste. CARLOS PAREDES
LEVI, Madrid, June 2006
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