share with you a story I wrote in my day .... ceceacheros
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Photo: Don Fer in CU to that beautiful woman I knew in that place cold and gray.
Some are disgusting, to me beautiful. The
creation of the street. Unskilled
life wandering and traveling in the city
iron.
Your bones thirsty beer, feelings of loneliness
absolute
inspire you the most perfect
evil. The
irreparable
dreams a reality come together in a building with a desire to fall, all rancor
life itself only shows
deterioration and heavy in your face and character.
Vagabond is the word,
immersed in the foreign establishment.
is the wisdom of those who use the instrument of deception
and goodness.
Ah damn lie!
was a place in the center of the city, a neighborhood in which you could buy from a good book, a snapshot or a good, cold beer you could drink at the moment. Usually I attended this last because at that time I was paying too ostentatious to drink in a bar twice its price. He preferred to sit in those cold marble stairs and drink for a reasonable price.
I was never alone, always accompanied me partying friends or those who were forced to do when making an assignment or going to buy something for the area together.
Some are disgusting, to me beautiful. The
creation of the street. Unskilled
life wandering and traveling in the city
iron.
Your bones thirsty beer, feelings of loneliness
absolute
inspire you the most perfect
evil. The
irreparable
dreams a reality come together in a building with a desire to fall, all rancor
life itself only shows
deterioration and heavy in your face and character.
Vagabond is the word,
immersed in the foreign establishment.
is the wisdom of those who use the instrument of deception
and goodness.
Ah damn lie!
was a place in the center of the city, a neighborhood in which you could buy from a good book, a snapshot or a good, cold beer you could drink at the moment. Usually I attended this last because at that time I was paying too ostentatious to drink in a bar twice its price. He preferred to sit in those cold marble stairs and drink for a reasonable price.
I was never alone, always accompanied me partying friends or those who were forced to do when making an assignment or going to buy something for the area together.
always resorted to the classic Let's take a drink! Phrase became hours of cold beer, always sitting in those old stairs.
entering first finding was that shrine to the Virgin Mary, with its flowers grimy with dirt, their rosaries hanging and a candle that never goes out and whose glass, black and the smoke smelled foul.
We entered a hallway where there was only one person at a time. The right side find a library where the texts were plentiful and where looking worried ladies bought a book of mathematics to that son who was studying at the deplorable Mexican education system. Next to it, they and you, I was walking with my beer and walked with my sight and smell that runner had crossed many times and yet I could not go unnoticed. Forward
the bathrooms were never allowed to fire the smell sour and acid characteristic of human waste and that most repugnant. Opposite was the photo studio, a small room where a man with glasses and wrinkled face always watching us as we entered, one day this old man had invited me to go to their place of creation, where I look for a long time as portrayed Donna's daughter owns hose scripts that place which a piece is falling every time I went.
Turning around those stairs were once must have been majestic and which raise and lower had plenty of real people. Now only served to house dozens of individuals we arrived and we sat down to feel the cold that caused the marble to drink, listen to stories, sad, travel, sleep and fight.
knew I remember several of the homeless people who came together to get a drink or sleep only a little off the streets of Mexico City. Also knew that after thieves steal something jutted running to their rooms and only told us Chiton Have you ever read my hand, another put a scorpion and I cleaned my bad vibe, an old shaman told me about his trip in the desert with peyote, and a woman kiss me, someone offered me drugs, another offered me roles identity, the book release, a license and even a car. Such was the environment like Maldita Vecindad all called him.
One day she arrived, dressed in rags that covered everything: shoes worn showing some of his fingers, a blue jeans full of fat black man and a jacket with a hood covering his head. Only his face was uncovered that perceived crouch. I was stopped and as he passed me his eyes straightened and turn to my eyes. I stayed cool because it was beautiful. Staring at me smiled, turned to stone me to stay and only managed to drink a big gulp of my beer.
disappeared for a moment, soon back with her head uncovered and I could see her black hair and those eyes will never forget: green blue as the sea water. His face showed white spots characteristic of street life, not only dismissed odorless and react when I say you buy me a drink?
could not separate the look of those sweet eyes and stared hard watching me, I blush and the people who accompanied me notice it. Given the situation only managed to pass my beer without saying word for her to give him a big drink. To my surprise the people around me such action reproached me, that so dirty that the image, and such moral issues. But no one listened to them and stood to receive a number of people looked at me surprised by how inviting my beer, which shared part of my lips, with that tramp.
We just watched and smiled once in a while, it was like it with your own eyes show me the harshness of his life. My companions said: Come on vote that is a girl who ran away from home only! Do not key! And so forth. I answered that it was the most beautiful people ever have seen, at least let me watch some more.
suddenly spat a few words, some of the street, rude, and when I thanked him and held out his hand. We chatted some things vague and confusing. She told me her name, which immediately forgets and just as he was telling me how beautiful she looked appeared Dona "Guero" who with a hardness of equal magnitude to that of "wandering" he said, If you do not eat get out, you're not welcome here . I only managed to say with me, what that lady said to me here is not john.
remember who had pushed her out because she wanted to stay and drink more and understood what we were told she was no longer welcome in this place by jealousy for her beauty.
immediately told my colleagues that we should go. Already
towards the subway walking the dirt streets full of traders picking their posts, and illuminated by the dim yellow light, I looked with my eyes sad. Flipped to one side and nothing else and just turned around to watching the hypocrisy of telling me: How dare you speak to a person? Observed with the mediocrity they saw the life questions: Is beauty a woman wandering? Still looking sad, but when you turn the sky and saw a star Bright knew she was there and that the full moon looming that night we cover, with light on both.
entering first finding was that shrine to the Virgin Mary, with its flowers grimy with dirt, their rosaries hanging and a candle that never goes out and whose glass, black and the smoke smelled foul.
We entered a hallway where there was only one person at a time. The right side find a library where the texts were plentiful and where looking worried ladies bought a book of mathematics to that son who was studying at the deplorable Mexican education system. Next to it, they and you, I was walking with my beer and walked with my sight and smell that runner had crossed many times and yet I could not go unnoticed. Forward
the bathrooms were never allowed to fire the smell sour and acid characteristic of human waste and that most repugnant. Opposite was the photo studio, a small room where a man with glasses and wrinkled face always watching us as we entered, one day this old man had invited me to go to their place of creation, where I look for a long time as portrayed Donna's daughter owns hose scripts that place which a piece is falling every time I went.
Turning around those stairs were once must have been majestic and which raise and lower had plenty of real people. Now only served to house dozens of individuals we arrived and we sat down to feel the cold that caused the marble to drink, listen to stories, sad, travel, sleep and fight.
knew I remember several of the homeless people who came together to get a drink or sleep only a little off the streets of Mexico City. Also knew that after thieves steal something jutted running to their rooms and only told us Chiton Have you ever read my hand, another put a scorpion and I cleaned my bad vibe, an old shaman told me about his trip in the desert with peyote, and a woman kiss me, someone offered me drugs, another offered me roles identity, the book release, a license and even a car. Such was the environment like Maldita Vecindad all called him.
One day she arrived, dressed in rags that covered everything: shoes worn showing some of his fingers, a blue jeans full of fat black man and a jacket with a hood covering his head. Only his face was uncovered that perceived crouch. I was stopped and as he passed me his eyes straightened and turn to my eyes. I stayed cool because it was beautiful. Staring at me smiled, turned to stone me to stay and only managed to drink a big gulp of my beer.
disappeared for a moment, soon back with her head uncovered and I could see her black hair and those eyes will never forget: green blue as the sea water. His face showed white spots characteristic of street life, not only dismissed odorless and react when I say you buy me a drink?
could not separate the look of those sweet eyes and stared hard watching me, I blush and the people who accompanied me notice it. Given the situation only managed to pass my beer without saying word for her to give him a big drink. To my surprise the people around me such action reproached me, that so dirty that the image, and such moral issues. But no one listened to them and stood to receive a number of people looked at me surprised by how inviting my beer, which shared part of my lips, with that tramp.
We just watched and smiled once in a while, it was like it with your own eyes show me the harshness of his life. My companions said: Come on vote that is a girl who ran away from home only! Do not key! And so forth. I answered that it was the most beautiful people ever have seen, at least let me watch some more.
suddenly spat a few words, some of the street, rude, and when I thanked him and held out his hand. We chatted some things vague and confusing. She told me her name, which immediately forgets and just as he was telling me how beautiful she looked appeared Dona "Guero" who with a hardness of equal magnitude to that of "wandering" he said, If you do not eat get out, you're not welcome here . I only managed to say with me, what that lady said to me here is not john.
remember who had pushed her out because she wanted to stay and drink more and understood what we were told she was no longer welcome in this place by jealousy for her beauty.
immediately told my colleagues that we should go. Already
towards the subway walking the dirt streets full of traders picking their posts, and illuminated by the dim yellow light, I looked with my eyes sad. Flipped to one side and nothing else and just turned around to watching the hypocrisy of telling me: How dare you speak to a person? Observed with the mediocrity they saw the life questions: Is beauty a woman wandering? Still looking sad, but when you turn the sky and saw a star Bright knew she was there and that the full moon looming that night we cover, with light on both.
was the last time I fell in love with the street
Don Fer
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