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NAFRAUGIO

Naufrago in myself full of doubt and uncertainty evaporated
me in memories of the sea,
my despair faded freedom I never had
was blind, mad, sad, love yesterday.


I put on my notes, your laughter, your hands,
wrapped me alone ... as usual
've become has to be the same as always
a boat anchored in the memories and my solitude ...

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timid by the press and the decline racinguista averages in the table, my friend the Clown Lugüercio proposed venture into athletics sporadic while alternating their first division matches. It was an autumnal passion, as they all are. For some years his life made sense under a dictatorial Excel, ordering him miles and rhythms. The Clown obeyed and trained, complying with meekness the rigors of training. He believed in this Excel rather than their coaches, he believed, in short, would improve with age.

spent carefully for every disappointment possible in the life of the corridor. He soon discovered his lack of speed in the track events, with an insane conviction stated that his was the opposite, resistance, and turned to the mother of 42 km distance. Went further and found out about ultra marathons. Noted in the Spartathlon of 240km to leave months earlier. It is cooked slowly in hell of overtrained athletes, and began inventing intermediate distances where records have not improved. He confessed to his friends: "I am a record holder in the 12.5 km. Finally, enchapiteció.

What made him an example of co-Racing-and by reason of escarnoio Students of his friends-what further limited as a player, if such a thing was possible. He made the criticism suggesting Nabokov: yawn and forget. When he entered the second time clashed with rivals and tired quickly in the short sprints, running a neatly write your Excel as "past 50 meters with variable recovery." Was removed from campus and offered free loan to a dark club in Oruro, Bolivia. He told his intimates that he had "accepted the loan in order to train at altitude."

Some textbooks Physiology of Sport rescue decline curve that accompanies athletic this note. Laconically times obtained in Y-axis, years on the X axis Fast swing, slow decline and fierce disappointment, especially in the Clown is a metaphor for the decay athletic human being, and soulless racinguista epic. All our life is, finally, yawn and forget.

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Lugüercio

What was it that said Julian Barnes? life was one damned thing after another ? Some of it I heard him say in his speech two years ago at the Malba. If today I went to see a discussion of writers, under the Filber , and I was guessing about the violent end of Madame Hair regentea the bar edge (library?) "Classical and Modern."

(The woman moves uneasily. Do not close the business. This book-loving people will not consume more than coffee. It is said, bitterly, what Filber closed at such a low price ... and above this Boca play hours, and I dropped the girls. And I have to speak, these writers all know why ... but the accommodation in the tables below and I look like a queen.)

She will accommodate the hair, while departe with girls aloud. But still in his Olguin, Cross and Pineiro, that of the countries. Because life is a cursed country after another. Cross was right: he spoke for five minutes of ghost writers throughout history. A writer who forgets himself for a moment: a novelty. I could not, I know I have pasta as a writer.

just above the volume of the madam ( why sushea me like that? ), on stage are still talking about books on order, such as prostitution, and crime. The analogy is happy: it could kill the madam, could become yet another promise unfulfilled rotting in jail, and instructs him to write the book Olguin. The script is easy: he did not know what type, if physical, if running marathoner, or if I should do marketing or business. Up wanted to write, look. had pasta. But it can not, because it ended up in jail, because the madam spoke much, and because life is one damn thing after another.