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Son of the Father comes home. Father Son shall not see eleven years ago. Is 26. Son. Father has for many years. But it sure looks older than it has.
Father Son passed his messy home. Had other women after Mother. One left it in ruins. One night he was mysteriously and with it went all the savings that Father was under the mattress. That morning, when Father got up, a few days ago not shaved and went into the kitchen drawers, it was a mate and thought about anything for a long time. Then he decided he would go to the field. But he had no money to go outside. Had no money directly.
son sat at the table with checkered oilcloth. The tablecloth was stuck with bugs under the wooden table. And you could tell he had cut to fit. He noted that Father had acquired a nasty habit. Father bit his fingers all the time, pulling the skin that was falling. And when the mouth of the finger away a string of drool hung, and looked engrossed in a huge blue eyes. Father had a green visor cap, a beard of several days with parties graying brown and tanned and wrinkled skin. I had jeans and brown shoes in bad condition and a white shirt detached. He had a belly that hung over his belt.
Son: What have you been doing these years?
Father: How's your mother? Son
realized that Father was speaking from a humble tone. Of hurt for life. It was agreed there's some violent scenes when I was a kid. From his father yelled at and stuff. He preferred to remain silent. Father began to bite off a piece of skin was already red thumb. Son looked away. Towards a clock that was above the refrigerator. Could not bear to see his father biting his fingers. Then decided to say something for Father began to talk and stop this act uncomfortable.
Son: Okay. Today when I got up had gone to the fair. And when I left had not arrived. I did not see all day.
Mother Son spoke as if seeing her father every day. He realized he was not prepared to see his father. I had nothing to say. That does not inspire pity or hate or anything. Asked to go to the bathroom only make time and then leave. Went to the bathroom, looked a little tiles, toilet, washbasin. Turned on the tap. The closed, pulled the tank and left. As he left, Father was in the fridge.
Father: Want a drink?
Son: No, I have to go because I was to meet with people just now.
Son was going to the door father looked for a while before leaving. Blue eyes, great was all he could say. I felt somewhat ashamed because Son was to visit and see him in that state. Why had he gone? Why the surprise? Without notice anything? He had crossed a whole world of things with a visit to Son in which long time no thought. He opened the door. Greeted him with a kiss on the cheek.
Son lit a cigarette halfway down the block, looking tiles.

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"Love is a burning thing" that girl told me once we were in a dark environment park, the trees waving leaves and small drops of rain wetting our frozen faces. I looked a while longer, I grabbed her hands and kissed me short, not at all intense, but reassuring. Something like a farewell. I asked if I was tense. I heard the word tense. He said he was shaking hands with force, then I realized that I had said he was tense and loosened his hands and looked for a while. His tongue was numb mine. Or maybe were the words he had told me a while before they had numbed my tongue. Then I stared at her without speaking. I always dream that at times I need to talk more than ever, I can not. And now, indeed, could not speak. My tongue was dead, and more than make the effort could not utter a word. Then she looked at me. I realized how wet it was the wall where he sat. I looked light bulbs in the fog and drizzle seemed spheres hanging from the sky. And then I looked at it, that was wearing a striped shirt under his sweater. Then she smiled her smile that was not deep nor so lovely, but it was her smile, but gave me another kiss on the cheek and walked away. I stared until he turned to leave the park. The only sound was the wind and the black trees collide. I leaned a thing I had read that after we become human loneliness. And I thought that until now had thought of me all the time. But as when a burr is turned to a shirt, the idea of \u200b\u200bself, loneliness and the black sky and the gray clouds, I could not loosen the head until I fell asleep in my house and dreamed of nothing. Teo

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the clown was putting his things in a small leather bag I had. That kept the balloons, a magic wand, a ball and stuff. Now he was taking the gloves and then rubbed his hand across his forehead. He closed his briefcase and went to the door where he hoped the boy's mother. While doing the walk every Chiquilines touched him and beat him and we talked and hugged. Thank you very much for everything, "said the boy's mother's birthday. He looked at the body and then, without making any gesture, said nothing and greeted with a handshake. He walked by a small passage of stones that was among the front yard of the house. It was four o'clock in the afternoon and had another party at half past five. It was very hot, and gave him time to go have a drink at a bar near the house of the party.
was makeup and nose like a red ball misplaced. Enterito had an overly broad blue nylon with red patches, a wide yellow shirt too, and a muscular bottom. He walked a few blocks until he found a small wall where the enterito unbuttoned and took off the yellow jersey. Now it looked like a mechanical clown, but he felt tired clown. He lit a cigar and walked away. The sun burned his legs and his feet were in red shoes were an oven. Definitely was serious. Forgot your clown character and went to a bar he found. Hours before the party started earlier, his wife had left home. Had collected all the clothes, cosmetics and a few wigs and went with a bang by promising to go the next day to pick up things that were missing. Teodoro thought when I got everything in order and would be easier and faster things. Everything was an excuse, however, because he knew that his wife actually went with the Wizard being helper. They had met at a party and he suggested passing things work during their performances and making small choreographies. Teodoro
found a table, a chair left in his bag and yellow shirt, and in the other chair sat. He ordered a whiskey and lit another cigarette. He looked out the window. There was an ant crawling on the window and looked. Then he looked at the traffic lights in the street and coughed. He took a sip whiskey and ordered another. I had no desire to go to this birthday. For a year or so that did not feel like partying, but I needed the money, and now more than his wife had gone and had left with her four years. In the last holiday I had done was over fighting with the parents of Chiquilines, making even a scene in front of children. Happened that while the children ate something, the father argued with the clown for the money they had paid him and scream and hit a piñazo in the stomach. Teo, handicapped by his clothes, threw himself against the father and he broke a lamp. In the end he paid the costs of transport and nothing more. Now he was thinking as the guy's wife gave her husband money while I watched from the kitchen red, angry, sweating, and his shirt half unbuttoned.
ordered another whiskey and I was hitting. Looked at the clock and it was already five. In less than ten minutes had to leave, and yet risked being late. He drank whiskey, pulled the bills from his pocket and stood up. When he saw the sun Rajant out, stayed a while stopped and sat back down. He ordered another whiskey and lit another cigarette. Forget the party, Teodoro, he thought to himself and took the whiskey in one gulp. The bar had two tables occupied, one with a partner and another with a girl. A brunette with a leather jacket and dress pants. He went to the girl. He looked at her in silence. I invite you told whiskey and gave him a small smile. The woman laughed. I'd like a drunk clown for my birthday party, he said. He scratched his head. He sat down and ordered two whiskeys and asked the waiter to bring him the briefcase he had left on his table to table the girl. Looked at the girl, not bad thought. I'm ruined, he said. We all feel that way sometimes, "said the girl. He replied. No, seriously, I'm ruined. I was left without a wife and a daughter, I like my job. I'm drunk, of late, talking to a girl who does not know and missing a birthday party. Go to the bathroom, he said quickly. He drank whiskey and stopped.
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After passing the white wooden door, unpainted, Rafael opened the fly and went outside. There were some clouds and the trail was wet because his neighbor had just cleaned there. He looked up and the sky was overcast. Then look at the tiles and then wet leaves piled on the curb. I had a beer in hand. He scratched his head and wave to your neighbor who sat on a plastic chair watching the passing cars.
Inside was the wife of Rafael. At the time was a beautiful woman, but was now overweight. Was not fat, I was just a little overweight. A Rafael did not care much. In fact, had been his wife a few years if he cared little. Shared a bed and nothing else. Inside was then his wife, and sounded "Teacher, I need you" by Elton John. I think it's a beautiful song and reflects its qualities as a composer, especially with catchy choruses, told the neighbor while taking a swig of beer. Then entered the house back to look in the fridge if I had more beer. He went to the room, opened the refrigerator and noticed red. I had a tomato, butter open an envelope with a little butter and an apple. The bottom of the fridge was a little rusty with a bottle without water. Was there a long time, but neither he nor his wife was brought forth, or stuffed. There was more beer, had to go look. He put a white shirt, looking for cigarettes and walked out.
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met Peter - Peter, you going home? Will not go to see my wife, not - he laughed.
Peter laughed and kept walking. This is going to take my wife safe, asshole.
I get to the store, grabbed a pack of cans of beer, threw the bills on the table and before he left her a look at the neckline of the daughter of attending.
The relationship of Raphael and his wife had fallen about two years ago. The attending saw the store, and always, after buying the beer, the store closed a few minutes and went to the bottom, always clinging to the envelopes of flour. Whenever I came home looked in the mirror stained white pants and shook a little, just in case. One day his wife asked him why his trousers as well.
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But now a month had cut its relationship with the store.
returned home. When he opened the door he heard a voice. It was Peter. I knew it was getting, he thought. He opened the heavy door, throw beer on a couch that was next to the door and went to the room.
- What does here, Maria? - I ask his wife looking directly at Peter, who was at her side holding her hand.
- What you say moron? - Angry at his wife answered.
- Peter, I left here already! I do not want to see more of this house - called out excessively.
Rafael began to walk quickly to Peter clapping and casting. Pedro waved shrink and sped out of the chair. Followed him to the door-step in a hurry and when he threw a strike back. Pedro came out screaming, knowing that the next thing that would come days of fighting with Rafael and explain that failure was sleeping with his wife. Although in fact, if I did, and ever more frequently. While Rafael picked up the store, Peter did with Maria in his crib. He dressed quickly and left.
When Peter finished out of the house, Rafael grabbed the bag from the store, pulled out a can of beer and opened it. In the living room, his wife was furious at him directly, through pursed lips and half disheveled.
- Because I view it? Prefer to be with that idiot than me. If Peter is not
but a moron, does not meet a fly - said rushing a shot of beer - You have no desire to do so now, with me, eh? Rafael
sat in the place it was Pedro. His wife ran off a smile, I run my hand around her waist and went to the room.