I was very overweight at 17 years, and was over 100 kilos. He walked one evening on a sidewalk in the race 15 near San Victorino, had school backpack in the back, never stopped asombrabarme to see schools of hookers at the entrance to the residences and villas cheap. I found a lovely hallucination within the grotesque aesthetics of the streets of downtown, is a reef fishes coral with bright colors and bright, shiny skin bags, sequins as scales, phosphorescent makeup that serve to define the territory without attacking each other, living among predators and among the debris of life together as daily food for themselves and their children and are treated each other in "sister" and yet laugh.
school backpack just one of them pulled me down into the hall of the decaying homes, and some old fat sumanente and was boyacense by his accent, green wool stockings, varicose veins noticeable that outline the legs like vines and skirt Striped cortita pretty much like a litmus paper. She smiled frankly and with inch teeth and gave me an argument as ingenious as appropriate insurance to see me so late in meat as a steer fattening
- Papito, inside ... come ... piche Pa'que thin. I was shocked
to know myself as Jonah swallowed by the whale. I had no other argument to respond beyond saying in a trembling voice, his face flushed with shame:
- Today I can not ma'am. I have no money.
- Too bad daddy, "he replied. Regáleme at least one of those green eyes to remember. And I sang a bit of the song that I never forgot afterwards: "Those green eyes by Dondi 'pasiandooo walk."
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