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(women and monkeys II)

Analía, Adriana and Mary Virginia.
The three living alone in an apartment. Adriana
out of the bathroom.
has long hair, black and stuck to his head.
has a totally stupid and nasty smile. They sound
keys. It is Mary Virginia.
- Look what I bought! - Joyful cries.
All hands look as white as death and long fingernails, a
Take something old and wrinkled brown bag.
is a zebra print dress and a pink and green buttons glued to the sides. Analía Adriana
and shout in unison. Analía
At the same time is touching the hair.
says smiling, "I you're going to have to change a night for the gold."
With the "gold" refers to gold sequined dress. Although some already have the color of the plate. Mary Virginia
looks serious. There is an intense, short, awkward silence. Will the remembered
the "day that passed Adriana crown." That day (they say so when they talk among them) went to dance where they do every day and Adriana got drunk and, as in the department, he vomited on the gold sequin dress carrying

Analía

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women and monkeys.

The three women

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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