Machete Sosa
Board for Wednesday. Marcelo kitchen today: his famous chicken disc. They're here Daniel, Julian, Trivi with his dad. This night has fallen Don Mirayes, nothing less. This is a crazy club, we sometimes say it has had, each character. We started counting and drop the names: Maicenita Illanes, Ernesto Fernández, Johnny Arce. The list is long: Don Mirayes often part. But beware he is not concerned, supported by his collection of exotic hats, sagging in his comments on his stories impossible Mirayes endeavors, or so it seems, for leading the cast. We assume that it is eighty, but one day you say I'm a guy of sixty-two, and the next, next month I meet the nineties. "You see me well preserved? Bad anyway and despite us, Don Mirayes is the living memory of the club. He proclaims. So yes, trust little in this report. Sometimes lying shamelessly, you do not know if bad people, forgetful or just for taking the rare. Other credible and says things you take for granted, until the time the odds with new stories.
September. The time when we started to leave the bar and eating out. San Juan one of those nights that invite conversation and wine. Marcelo has put the disc on the basis of barbecue. And threw the chicken and peppers and now, leaning on the bar, finished chopping onions. The others are at the table, tonight we put together on the lawn, along the front wall. Daniel said something you have read Internet. He says that all the atoms that are born in the center of a star for millions of years that includes the atoms of our body. You say you were born in a double star, the other answers Vos into a black hole, and follows a series of jokes about the star, planet or meteorite that each one comes. Thus began to be heard Don Mirayes. At first just whispers. Begins to raise his voice just when the others are silenced.
... boy without any conditions, but had a heart of steel. The time when the new club was founded, there was only one court, that the One, which was the only San Juan. Then they put one in Caucete. Don Mirayes stops, we notice and without changing his expression seems to smile. His gaze meets his hat. Today brought a mushroom, green, felt that to get it on the table. Don Mirayes includes the hat for a few seconds, then take it with your thumb and forefinger of each hand and in the same movement it fits on the head. I was purrete, as it was seven, I think, seven years had. My father worked on the railroad, on Saturday we spent all day at the Club, and the week I also came to the School of Tennis. Machete said he was the son of Mr. Sosa, the canchero. Don Sosa had made the courts of the Andes, in Mendoza, and hence they sought to make Club. The idea was to make two, two in here later, but died before he could make two. The Court One was the apple of his eye. He said, well, I did not hear it, my father told me, said it was a perfect field, a field with just orientation, draining as any, that neither Roland Garros ... Poor thing died right there in "their" court , while passing the roller. Hung from the handle, folded in his belly. The women in the club thought he was drunk, began to murmur, "A shame, a disgrace." After a while, when someone dared to go ... That was the beginning
. Machete retired say the body and took it in the drawer of the bicycle. The two lived alone in a house in Concepcion. They had about twenty dogs and were not known relatives. I never knew the mother of Machete. It took two days, three days, no more than that. Machete appeared as usual, got the sled, the broom and began to fix the field.
I said, right? I forget things. Machete was a cheese. So yes, it was a Reggianito, either parked or Sardinian: hard, hard, like his own. I really do not know why I stopped playing. We were few in the Club, but the people were very selective, there were many Englishmen, heads of my father on the railroad. So now I can not explain well why was it allowed to play. Will grew up in the club, I do not know. Machete was bad, but he insisted. Hours spent in the pediment, giving and giving. When later I heard the story of Vilas, there in the Boat, in Mar del Plata, I was reminded of it, do something, no?
do not know if they know, but at the time the reverse was all to slice, that was until he came Donald Budge. No one hit him with both hands, was an affront. Well, Machete played around with both hands. Until the break. The throw was a laugh. With the left threw the ball high, then grabbed the racket with both and gave. It was, like, as if fishing. So with all strokes: drive, backhand, volley and smash ... but now that I think do not think he ever saw on the net. Machete was skinny, he did not deposit and technique was a disaster. Now, do not know what was in that Christian, do not know the desire that made him.
We are all engaged. Marcelo also has come to sit. Now incorporated to serve Mirayes red to all vessels approaching. The onion gives birdies on the disk and ultimately a sweet aroma. Give Trivi old says, count, which today has been inspired. Mirayes a drink, takes off his hat, he smooths the edges, again putting it continues Well, it happened that the Steering Committee organized a tournament in honor of Don Sosa. They invited the best in the club. Machete also told, as a tribute to father, nothing more. In any case not worried: Machete lost insurance in the first round.
seeded a Girtlein out. It was by far the best player here. A very technical, he played with Furlong. The other runners-up fighting, but Machete, of course, could not beat anybody. The tournament started on a Saturday, they put chairs on both sides, where the court is now two and where the sink. Girtlein easily won his party's surprise was Machete: no one was very attentive, but won comfortable skinny Tamer, who played ... played well. I carried him the skinny! I remember it well because my father was sitting with him in the gallery, where it is now beyond the bar, and they all came to say something. The second round was Sunday and that many came to watch the game of Machete. Moncho Guevara playing against a big man gave him hard. Machete had won but no one had thought possible. This day appeared with a new racket, but someone said he had already used in the first game. A rare thing, pulling a white square and a half, to cap it all, strung with yellow ropes were like sandpaper. The match was even. El Moncho attacked, Machete be defended tooth and nail. Came to the side, pulling a balloon with two-handed backhand and again ran to find the next blockbuster. Moncho won the first set, I think 6 / 4, but it seemed he was tired. Machete won the second 7 / 5, the third was even. When pulled Moncho 4 / 5 was as a wave of wind, some bad bites, and threw the four goals Moncho the fence. Nobody could believe it! Machete jumping for joy ... and the face of Moncho ... "I leave tennis, tennis left," he said ... As if it were today, I hear it like it was yesterday. Marcelo
fire scoots to remove the disk. Don Mirayes still has The tournament ended at the other weekend. In the semis were: first, Lampazona with Machete, the other, Girtlein, who had lost just three games, with Rovira ... Don Ernesto, you know, does not it, remember?, died ... a few years ago. During the week, they started talking about Machete. The most angry was the wife of Guevara: "Machete is not a partner, can not play." Of course you did not get that ball, and then the woman began to complain of anything. To find out, I agree, if it was regulatory playing with both hands ... Type Wednesday or Thursday began talking about the racket. Were again the rules and see if the racket was allowed. She was asked Machete. I do not know how it went, it seems that putting excuses, I forgot it, not now I can, and bring ... On Saturday morning she said bluntly: "The racket is not allowed. You have to play with another. "Machete replied" I have ", and them," Problem yours. " However, after a while you got one: the Commission was wrong if he lost that. It was, I remember, a "Dunlop Maxply" of the first models came out. Dunlop grabbed a machete and turned away. When the party was strung with yellow ropes.
Lampazona was a good player, medium weak backhand, but pulled like a mule. Came confident, thinking that the issue Machete racket cooked it. Some of that was because at first the poor man was walking with a ball, until he wandered to the ball. 2 lost the first set. Then ... then strange things started happening: Lampa seemed to kick-aces, but stung the ball, got up like a balloon and he had served a Machete, Machete the balloons were at midfield but stung either way and if not, dying. Lampazona was like crazy. Up screaming in the court. In those days was very frowned upon. Not like now ... Well, you know. At first, people thought it was a running theme of wind but nothing more than a brisita and over the ball was once here and the next there. Well, Machete won the second, comfortable, I forget how much, and the third, 6 / 3. He finished the game and the stadium went silent. I and other kids wanted to applaud, my father stopped with a joke. Lampazona and waved at Machete and went like lightning. Machete put the racket in his bag and head up to the door right Rumbea.
comfortable Girtlein had won again. A very technical player, he played with more, would you say? All she did was serve and volley, a novelty at that time. The man could not afford to lose. He began to investigate the matter through some other partners. That began to run things macabre. You know how it is in the Club, the day after everyone talks about it. One remembered that no one had gone to the funeral of Don Sosa, and, living alone, people ran away to imagine the worst. For what I'm going to say they thought of the racket had used white Machete, one of those weird chords ... You know that before the strings were of gut, gut pig or cat, came well after the synthetic ...
Of course I found out about these things much later, great. In '59 I found a Machete in San Rafael, in the train station. I was surprised to see it. He was thin, very changed, it still seemed to flee. It was a cold night and we met for drinks at a little bar in front Station. That told me everything.
Che, sorry, says Marcelo, but the chicken does not take any more, I have to serve. Don Mirayes leave the hat on the table. As we settled Carlos arrives, he lives in another time zone. We take to fill the glasses. Mirayes takes a long drink, raise your head and starts to watch the stars. The other crossed eyes in silence. Marcelo brings the disk, based on a metal table, ask the dishes and start serving. Don Mirayes on his face to the plate. Mmm, he says, sniffing. Marcelo expected to feel, again put on his hat and starts again on Sunday's final was the three and the truth that they had nothing against Machete. But a friend of the commissioner Lampazona ... Pinto, Pinto was called and remained at that hour the game would go to Concepcion to search the house of Machete. Of course, the club returned to quote a Machete, it had to turn to one hour before the match I said "Look, Sosa, those strings are not permitted; Go to change them."
At three middle San Juan was in the Club. The chairs were gone and there were people up in trees. The trees were not havens are dying now ... ... did you see that there is a plague of paradise, a pest that can not cure? Are dying little by little, they turn red plague the branches ... paradise ... well, he said, still were not havens. There were some gals big, sisters of those immense tipas Park. Girtlein entered the field when given the time, atildadito as ever. Machete not appear. There were ten minute window for walk-over. At five the crowd started to murmur. Except I do not know ... maybe Girtlein, everyone wanted to play the game. Until Lampazona and Guevara wanted him to play ... Machete appeared at nine. Dunlop brought a string of white. In my line, that they use in fishing lines.
already looked at the rally that did not dominate the ball Machete. You know that with these strings is impossible. Above, it seems that many people had put nervous. He started the game and poor, or smelled. He ate a 6 / 0 in fifteen minutes. Girtlein like a dancer: he was going to the net, carried it, bring it along, we did touch. To make matters worse, when the gripping Machete, threw it into the wire.
The truth we were all a little disappointed, I, especially, who secretly Machete webbing. But the second things started to change. Machete got, it seems that he had calmed down, and appeared again its magical effects. She ended up with 8 / 6, remember that at that time there was no tie-break. People, I guess they were not the Club, dared to applaud.
The history of the requisition of the Commissioner I have known then, but I have as welded to the party. During those years gave me fantasize about how they had been overlapping events. Here Don Mirayes makes a stop. It takes the hat and leave it on your lap, please he says, pointing with the index in the direction of Julian to serve him wine. Very nice. Take a short drink, look at his audience, clears his throat. Commissioner Pinto, manages to say, but stops to get the green hat. Commissioner Pinto is with two army guys to peep out of the house Machete. Girtlein to win his volleys but when the ball bounces in the field, ending in knots. Pinto pulling down the door, pointing to the courtyard and a pool discovered bones, blood and guts. Machete that breaks and takes the kick for the match. The soldiers which way to the bottom and find a baker's oven to warm walls. Machete gets match point with a drive that puzzles to Girtlein. Commissioner grab a paper written in block letters, smeared with clay. Girtlein pulling a blow to the strip, the balloon returns given Machete. Pinto unwraps the paper and begins to read. Girtlein that anticipates defining smash, "Son, please burn my body ...', but keeps the armed coup," ... and scatter my ashes on the court "because the ball is dead as falling into a puddle. Or, rather, as if a hand had grabbed.
September. The time when we started to leave the bar and eating out. San Juan one of those nights that invite conversation and wine. Marcelo has put the disc on the basis of barbecue. And threw the chicken and peppers and now, leaning on the bar, finished chopping onions. The others are at the table, tonight we put together on the lawn, along the front wall. Daniel said something you have read Internet. He says that all the atoms that are born in the center of a star for millions of years that includes the atoms of our body. You say you were born in a double star, the other answers Vos into a black hole, and follows a series of jokes about the star, planet or meteorite that each one comes. Thus began to be heard Don Mirayes. At first just whispers. Begins to raise his voice just when the others are silenced.
... boy without any conditions, but had a heart of steel. The time when the new club was founded, there was only one court, that the One, which was the only San Juan. Then they put one in Caucete. Don Mirayes stops, we notice and without changing his expression seems to smile. His gaze meets his hat. Today brought a mushroom, green, felt that to get it on the table. Don Mirayes includes the hat for a few seconds, then take it with your thumb and forefinger of each hand and in the same movement it fits on the head. I was purrete, as it was seven, I think, seven years had. My father worked on the railroad, on Saturday we spent all day at the Club, and the week I also came to the School of Tennis. Machete said he was the son of Mr. Sosa, the canchero. Don Sosa had made the courts of the Andes, in Mendoza, and hence they sought to make Club. The idea was to make two, two in here later, but died before he could make two. The Court One was the apple of his eye. He said, well, I did not hear it, my father told me, said it was a perfect field, a field with just orientation, draining as any, that neither Roland Garros ... Poor thing died right there in "their" court , while passing the roller. Hung from the handle, folded in his belly. The women in the club thought he was drunk, began to murmur, "A shame, a disgrace." After a while, when someone dared to go ... That was the beginning
. Machete retired say the body and took it in the drawer of the bicycle. The two lived alone in a house in Concepcion. They had about twenty dogs and were not known relatives. I never knew the mother of Machete. It took two days, three days, no more than that. Machete appeared as usual, got the sled, the broom and began to fix the field.
I said, right? I forget things. Machete was a cheese. So yes, it was a Reggianito, either parked or Sardinian: hard, hard, like his own. I really do not know why I stopped playing. We were few in the Club, but the people were very selective, there were many Englishmen, heads of my father on the railroad. So now I can not explain well why was it allowed to play. Will grew up in the club, I do not know. Machete was bad, but he insisted. Hours spent in the pediment, giving and giving. When later I heard the story of Vilas, there in the Boat, in Mar del Plata, I was reminded of it, do something, no?
do not know if they know, but at the time the reverse was all to slice, that was until he came Donald Budge. No one hit him with both hands, was an affront. Well, Machete played around with both hands. Until the break. The throw was a laugh. With the left threw the ball high, then grabbed the racket with both and gave. It was, like, as if fishing. So with all strokes: drive, backhand, volley and smash ... but now that I think do not think he ever saw on the net. Machete was skinny, he did not deposit and technique was a disaster. Now, do not know what was in that Christian, do not know the desire that made him.
We are all engaged. Marcelo also has come to sit. Now incorporated to serve Mirayes red to all vessels approaching. The onion gives birdies on the disk and ultimately a sweet aroma. Give Trivi old says, count, which today has been inspired. Mirayes a drink, takes off his hat, he smooths the edges, again putting it continues Well, it happened that the Steering Committee organized a tournament in honor of Don Sosa. They invited the best in the club. Machete also told, as a tribute to father, nothing more. In any case not worried: Machete lost insurance in the first round.
seeded a Girtlein out. It was by far the best player here. A very technical, he played with Furlong. The other runners-up fighting, but Machete, of course, could not beat anybody. The tournament started on a Saturday, they put chairs on both sides, where the court is now two and where the sink. Girtlein easily won his party's surprise was Machete: no one was very attentive, but won comfortable skinny Tamer, who played ... played well. I carried him the skinny! I remember it well because my father was sitting with him in the gallery, where it is now beyond the bar, and they all came to say something. The second round was Sunday and that many came to watch the game of Machete. Moncho Guevara playing against a big man gave him hard. Machete had won but no one had thought possible. This day appeared with a new racket, but someone said he had already used in the first game. A rare thing, pulling a white square and a half, to cap it all, strung with yellow ropes were like sandpaper. The match was even. El Moncho attacked, Machete be defended tooth and nail. Came to the side, pulling a balloon with two-handed backhand and again ran to find the next blockbuster. Moncho won the first set, I think 6 / 4, but it seemed he was tired. Machete won the second 7 / 5, the third was even. When pulled Moncho 4 / 5 was as a wave of wind, some bad bites, and threw the four goals Moncho the fence. Nobody could believe it! Machete jumping for joy ... and the face of Moncho ... "I leave tennis, tennis left," he said ... As if it were today, I hear it like it was yesterday. Marcelo
fire scoots to remove the disk. Don Mirayes still has The tournament ended at the other weekend. In the semis were: first, Lampazona with Machete, the other, Girtlein, who had lost just three games, with Rovira ... Don Ernesto, you know, does not it, remember?, died ... a few years ago. During the week, they started talking about Machete. The most angry was the wife of Guevara: "Machete is not a partner, can not play." Of course you did not get that ball, and then the woman began to complain of anything. To find out, I agree, if it was regulatory playing with both hands ... Type Wednesday or Thursday began talking about the racket. Were again the rules and see if the racket was allowed. She was asked Machete. I do not know how it went, it seems that putting excuses, I forgot it, not now I can, and bring ... On Saturday morning she said bluntly: "The racket is not allowed. You have to play with another. "Machete replied" I have ", and them," Problem yours. " However, after a while you got one: the Commission was wrong if he lost that. It was, I remember, a "Dunlop Maxply" of the first models came out. Dunlop grabbed a machete and turned away. When the party was strung with yellow ropes.
Lampazona was a good player, medium weak backhand, but pulled like a mule. Came confident, thinking that the issue Machete racket cooked it. Some of that was because at first the poor man was walking with a ball, until he wandered to the ball. 2 lost the first set. Then ... then strange things started happening: Lampa seemed to kick-aces, but stung the ball, got up like a balloon and he had served a Machete, Machete the balloons were at midfield but stung either way and if not, dying. Lampazona was like crazy. Up screaming in the court. In those days was very frowned upon. Not like now ... Well, you know. At first, people thought it was a running theme of wind but nothing more than a brisita and over the ball was once here and the next there. Well, Machete won the second, comfortable, I forget how much, and the third, 6 / 3. He finished the game and the stadium went silent. I and other kids wanted to applaud, my father stopped with a joke. Lampazona and waved at Machete and went like lightning. Machete put the racket in his bag and head up to the door right Rumbea.
comfortable Girtlein had won again. A very technical player, he played with more, would you say? All she did was serve and volley, a novelty at that time. The man could not afford to lose. He began to investigate the matter through some other partners. That began to run things macabre. You know how it is in the Club, the day after everyone talks about it. One remembered that no one had gone to the funeral of Don Sosa, and, living alone, people ran away to imagine the worst. For what I'm going to say they thought of the racket had used white Machete, one of those weird chords ... You know that before the strings were of gut, gut pig or cat, came well after the synthetic ...
Of course I found out about these things much later, great. In '59 I found a Machete in San Rafael, in the train station. I was surprised to see it. He was thin, very changed, it still seemed to flee. It was a cold night and we met for drinks at a little bar in front Station. That told me everything.
Che, sorry, says Marcelo, but the chicken does not take any more, I have to serve. Don Mirayes leave the hat on the table. As we settled Carlos arrives, he lives in another time zone. We take to fill the glasses. Mirayes takes a long drink, raise your head and starts to watch the stars. The other crossed eyes in silence. Marcelo brings the disk, based on a metal table, ask the dishes and start serving. Don Mirayes on his face to the plate. Mmm, he says, sniffing. Marcelo expected to feel, again put on his hat and starts again on Sunday's final was the three and the truth that they had nothing against Machete. But a friend of the commissioner Lampazona ... Pinto, Pinto was called and remained at that hour the game would go to Concepcion to search the house of Machete. Of course, the club returned to quote a Machete, it had to turn to one hour before the match I said "Look, Sosa, those strings are not permitted; Go to change them."
At three middle San Juan was in the Club. The chairs were gone and there were people up in trees. The trees were not havens are dying now ... ... did you see that there is a plague of paradise, a pest that can not cure? Are dying little by little, they turn red plague the branches ... paradise ... well, he said, still were not havens. There were some gals big, sisters of those immense tipas Park. Girtlein entered the field when given the time, atildadito as ever. Machete not appear. There were ten minute window for walk-over. At five the crowd started to murmur. Except I do not know ... maybe Girtlein, everyone wanted to play the game. Until Lampazona and Guevara wanted him to play ... Machete appeared at nine. Dunlop brought a string of white. In my line, that they use in fishing lines.
already looked at the rally that did not dominate the ball Machete. You know that with these strings is impossible. Above, it seems that many people had put nervous. He started the game and poor, or smelled. He ate a 6 / 0 in fifteen minutes. Girtlein like a dancer: he was going to the net, carried it, bring it along, we did touch. To make matters worse, when the gripping Machete, threw it into the wire.
The truth we were all a little disappointed, I, especially, who secretly Machete webbing. But the second things started to change. Machete got, it seems that he had calmed down, and appeared again its magical effects. She ended up with 8 / 6, remember that at that time there was no tie-break. People, I guess they were not the Club, dared to applaud.
The history of the requisition of the Commissioner I have known then, but I have as welded to the party. During those years gave me fantasize about how they had been overlapping events. Here Don Mirayes makes a stop. It takes the hat and leave it on your lap, please he says, pointing with the index in the direction of Julian to serve him wine. Very nice. Take a short drink, look at his audience, clears his throat. Commissioner Pinto, manages to say, but stops to get the green hat. Commissioner Pinto is with two army guys to peep out of the house Machete. Girtlein to win his volleys but when the ball bounces in the field, ending in knots. Pinto pulling down the door, pointing to the courtyard and a pool discovered bones, blood and guts. Machete that breaks and takes the kick for the match. The soldiers which way to the bottom and find a baker's oven to warm walls. Machete gets match point with a drive that puzzles to Girtlein. Commissioner grab a paper written in block letters, smeared with clay. Girtlein pulling a blow to the strip, the balloon returns given Machete. Pinto unwraps the paper and begins to read. Girtlein that anticipates defining smash, "Son, please burn my body ...', but keeps the armed coup," ... and scatter my ashes on the court "because the ball is dead as falling into a puddle. Or, rather, as if a hand had grabbed.
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