Flatulence In Newborns

literary (I saw on the news) Trastienda

As announced, here comes the aspect of the narrator. Upload, for now, five stories. Here goes:

I saw on the news

I go by the weekend. Pedestrians walk by Sarmiento, recalling old times. Buy Ñ . I sit on the sidewalk of a cafe, not the corner of San Martin, but a little further. I ask for a cutting. I scan the horizon female.

- Pablito! "Says one, after a while.

is Lalo, old sidekick. Time, decades, no see.

sits down and asks for a coke. We speak of oxen and the rest of the things we've been losing. At one point, I remind Little Nemo, the early years of Express and the idea of \u200b\u200bgoing to Baggins. Squints, stares at me for a long moment and sighed. Then, softly, begins to sing:

Collect your things, and long deaquí, in the name of Christ does not want to follow, if one accepts me, okay and I go, I'm perando, my train arrives ... La lalalala, lalalala ...

When finished, takes a sip of coca, is entered from the back and says

-You know who killed him, eh?

- Who? Who?

is massaged his forehead and tells the story:

"And it was half my fault. Do you remember my old man, the methane? - nod and he continues, "was fatal, you know, his obsessive laburo, there at the station, half ... no, no, gross, right, for him, I had to study, nothing else wanted nothing to do with rock or with long hair. I was not around. At first, I do not know if you remember, or Altablanca recitals could go. It occurred to me ... in order. Dress up this song, Welcome to the train . I told him that Charles was the son of a railroad, which was a kind of homage, whatever. I recorded a cassette with this and other issues, and became interested. Within days, was give to give the cassette, was crazy. Yo, you imagine, glory, recitals, little hair, everything.

A promoter to the table and leave a brochure of an energy drink. Lalo still counts:

"And I ... I was creating ... and a-board the fingertips of both hands-relationship between national rail and rock, but I would say, focusing on Charly. Attentive, and every time it appeared something was recording it, and made him the verse, and was rather to conform, to continue the story, you know? So you got takes two Blues, also Sui, who has a train there. Other to see, let me think ...

few seconds later, says

"Yes," and sings, "Welcome to the Ruut perdedoora ... That was Machine, of course, and then came: train was Vael, goes away, how many are in the station ... That was already Serú . He even got other trains, as that the skinny, had actually been the first. "With finite voice sings," Take the train haciael south. Or that another of Carpo-now his voice thickens: The train ... Hoora of sixteen. The problem started when privatized and thrown. Ninety y. .. two. He worked in the Sarmiento, right? I broke down and it seems incredible, but the way things are, it spent listening to cassettes of Charly, that kept him. Then ... then there were two things. I hated the tano Menem, is not it, so privatization and stuff. When he learned that Charlie was a friend of Turkish wine is the soul to the floor. And of course, felt ... what you say, betrayed, and I, what do you want? could not disabuse at that point ...

Lalo coca ends, and looking up, and for the Citibank building , still counts:

"The thing is, as good, can be ... bad people. And just to Charly, nothing less than to him (and finished the recital there in the Malvinas , I had taken the methane to distract him), it occurs to I will not train, I plane. Can you imagine the methane? On the way out we walked. I went with a face Ortho ... But I swear I did not see it coming. In the morning the other day, I was still in bed, I hear you say, going to kill a traitor and the front door is closed. Goes in one ear, you know, when you're half asleep. Just a while I avivo. As seen me crazy. I see that has been on the bike. Salgo. Looking for a taxi. No meeting. I long to run. But they are like thirty blocks, are you located?, Fifth shot of his lungs. What do I do I do? You know, I've never been religious, I do not not believe in anything. But what could I do? I start to pray ...

looks down and looks into my eyes. He shakes his head and bites her lip. Follows:

- And who invoke? -Smiles slightly and scratched his cheek to Guru Maharaji, who knows, I wonder why ... was mixed with rock, I dunno.

stops, bows his head to one side and enlarges the eyes:

-you imagine ... me doing the last few blocks, running back, with a full heart, saying, save him. Save it. save it.

- And?

Lalo snorts.

"I saved just the Guru.

Raise your shoulders, grab the empty glass, and after a moment said:

"It was and put a pool below. I saw on the news. Sure.