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MORE FREE WITH THE WIND

A cold had not felt before, through my soul so suddenly that I had no opportunity to discern their origin, I think it came from the second pack of cigarettes "square" had purchased that day, that cold was launched on me, just as he tried to turn the last "square" that I had left, and hit me hard when I found out, bewildered, that despite having recharged days before, my lighter was totally empty.

She did not attend the appointment, and I sat atop the small mound that stood at the neglected park of Miraflores we called the school field. " Although he was never prop, she was always, and his absence upset me as much as my sudden shortages. Bizarre

images flashed through my mind as the sun daubed mocking twilight sky, and all the music I listened this afternoon, stuck in my mind, like it was in stone, the Paul McCartney song, "Band on the run". Even I can not hear that song without feeling a deep sadness, because that was the first time I glimpsed the bottom without touching it. Suddenly he understood the reasons for his absence and never let me call my girlfriend, my eyes were opened by the vision of the deep abyss where I was gorge, abyss into which she walked away from me, trying desperately do not crawl.

On my insistence we frequented by several months without being formally "nothing", but I must admit it was very painful to see how his youth was consumed while I just started my teens, tried to care for as much as it allowed me enough time spent together. The great love she felt for her I was able to cope with what it was, because, despite everything, even in its worst moments, Sonia used to be a girl as sweet as beautiful.

I swore that the "acid" made her feel "more free than the wind, but tears that begged me to follow his example never prevented me from believing. Nor the tears I saw in his face the day I said goodbye in the middle of that "touch" of the rock band Crazy Horse, "allowed me to take as true the words he used to break my heart and life away from me forever.

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MI FIFTH WAY RED GRANDFATHER

Q hat peculiar character was the man of angular face, dark circles, little silver hair, tall, erect and graceful. Retired infantry colonel, looking noble and refined manners, Mystical reserved wise and cautious. It was not hard to imagine as a young man, wearing the warrior and the beautiful sword which remained in a closet waiting in vain for the weather back on track ....... or in uniform "Singapore", wearing patent leather and carrying the Colt 45 of the regulatory team.

How different, don Marcos Orellana Veliz, April Don Julio Valdez, in love with a woman who left home one day, left alone, but not homeless, a wife and four children (including my father ), who "Daddy" nursed, educated and loved as if they were their own.

with yearnings expecting a visit from that old man who came home every week and spent his old hand gently on my head and saved a few bucks left in my pocket and planted a story in my imagination.

I can not remember the tone of his voice, nor the words he used in his delightful talk, just remember your picture and love that always received from him. I also remember the hours spent in the waiting room of the Military Hospital, without understanding the silly restriction that, my only eight years, I stopped to kiss goodbye to "Daddy", that great gentleman and honorable man who always I take my fifth grandfather.

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Q hat so unbearable temptation was to leave the highway and venture out for that red little way still remember: meandering far as the eye could see, flanked by green grass and mature trees, trucks faded, old trucks, tractors and antique farm plows. So irresistible was, the intense desire to feel in my mouth the taste of those yellow peaches that were as big as my fist, and who showed stacked neatly, ruddy and cheerful in his basket, surrounded by daisies and syrup bottles with ribbons of yield, gracing tables hiding his modesty dressing tables and wildflowers.

also remember those dark hands and clapping backs very white, adorned with wrinkles and distant strokes, which beautified with his old tenderness brown bag for a few dollars and a kiss cheek, filled with love for me, smiles and free those delicious ripe fruit with great delight that I bit, feeling in my mouth the unforgettable taste of the beautiful Alabama.

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NARRATIVE OF A REMOTE

Philadelphia Coffee State (Villa Philadelphia), my favorite place for coffee.

A l around a cup of delicious coffee in Antigua, gently rotate my most unusual thoughts run without time, without cadence, accidental, capricious, lacking own space, but eternal.

and unsurpassed fresh aroma, my coffee gets the honors of that leisurely romance, so much repetition, has become a solemn liturgy. Its altar, always thick and white tile, dripping a drop dark while I drink, reverent, the incomparable delight of the first approach. Soil take it very slowly, letting it cool slowly, as the woman he loved, that at every stage of your life is sublime grace given me a different love, coffee changes flavor and texture as the minutes tick gifts as well, an infinite palette of nuances with every sip I take.

Today I drink with these forested mountains that are protected from the cold reeling with the white coat gives them the cloud that has fallen from the sky. But, although beautiful, it matters little. Is the "affair" that counts: the great moment of passion alive in my mouth, my inner self my pen and my thoughts.

For protozoa with great fondness. I hope one day take a cup of coffee in Philadelphia Coffee State.