While walking along the side of the bay, it does recall that F was left with swollen throat in the room. From below, Valparaiso breathe without fatigue. Is it ok? What if you have the swine flu virus or some shit for which our immunology Argentina is not ready? What do we do? I do not know. At least, he sent two messages now. Signal is still alive. Below, are some rocks scattered in the small beach. Botafogo Is the other side? A girl throws some against the wave of calm. And there is some pelicans and a week ago he read Baudelaire, feels that it is the first time you actually see. Or is that shit pisco with lemon (pisco sour) and just take her to lose perspective. I do not know. The fact is that burns the tongue and blood wearing something hot, perhaps, from the inside out, as it moves down the side, sweaty, but happy with this bag of Congress who have just given him. Rosario something that is inconceivable. And so, alcohol and raw salmon, torazodos, whole, cooked, pinched, he had finished eating, stomach Perida intensify the meaning. And now the pelicans on the rocks rise and release clouds of fish on the sand. As if drunken vomit crooked words that do not find where to go or how to breathe and jump on the sand trying to catch the stream of water to survive a little longer. But no. There are pelicans. Whales appear drunk marching with tutus and umbrellas blinds oysters. Neither. And can no longer bear the heat and humidity so that taste in the mouth and, therefore, asked a sailor himself, THE SAILOR-how much I need for wide beach. It gives me two possibilities: either climb stairs or get to the light. I think a third: that he take me down the stairs, dragged, if you want, but I know it will not be possible or crazy I climb the stairs alone and walking again. I'm going to light. Thank you, I say and watch the pelicans pecking loose fish, such as Child C pecked just some, asking for books with a desperation that is symptomatic of the book is rare in this country, so very expensive that the fact that someone would regale I must seem a nonsense and were pounced all over it blatantly asking you. I know that's not it, is pure drunkenness, nothing more, I left with the gift itself loose and books galore. And then I see the light, but not crazy climb the steep street to the University, or crazy. And the Child C tadpole little hands stretched dwarf and begins to ask, because can not read the little signs, each of the bus drivers if they leave or not in the LAUP. One says yes and goes. Now going to have to read. At most, wait no burp fish as pelicans.
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