......Pedro canoero te mecía el agua
lejos de la costa cuando te dormías
Pedro canoero corazón de arcilla
sobre la canoa se te fue la vida.
Pedro canoero te mecía el agua
lejos de la costa cuando te dormías
Pedro canoero corazón de arcilla
sobre la canoa se te fue la vida.
Pedro canoero
la esperanza se te iba
sobre el agua amanecida
tu esperanza Pedro al fin
no tuvo orilla......
Los días pasaban, algunos mejores, otros peores, y yo esperando el regreso de l@ moroch@.
En eso veo acercarse por el mar proveniente del Océano Índico una canoa cuyo tripulante parecía no poder más.
Inmediatamente Al, Yo y un montón de minas nos tiramos al agua para rescatarlo.
En un esfuerzo hazánico (como aquella victoria de Defensor en el estadio de Cerro), logramos llevarlo a la costa.
Demasiado tarde.
El tipo estaba quemado, deshidratado, y con partes de su cuerpo gangrenadas debido a heridas de mordidas de tiburones.
Eran sus últimos momentos.
En el barullo femenil que lo rodeaba se veía que el tipo quería decir algo pero no podía.
Al inmediatamente hizo callar a sus bonecas cobiçadas.
Habló el moribundo:
- Mi nombre es Pedro Níber Uriarte Zugarramurdi. Provengo de Tala, departamento de Canelones, Uruguay, Sudamérica
. Como no tenía plata para el pasaje a Australia y ver en directo la consagración de nuestro glorioso equipo celeste para el mundial, decidí ahuecar un tronco como nuestros primitivos ancestros y llegarme en canoa.
El viaje de ida fué más o menos fácil porque era en bajada y yo llevaba las vituallas necesarias.
La vuelta fué diferente. En subida, con viento en contra y con la fe quebrada por la defección de nuestros muchachos...
Mientras, yo pensaba para mis adentros: "para ser un moribundo habla como un pororó, Andá a saber si no tenemos que terminar matándolo para terminar su sufrimiento"
Siguió el canoero:
- Mientras volvía me tomé la libertad de plasmar mis pensamientos sobre el fútbol uruguayo en este rollo (el último que me quedaba) de papel higiénico. Pido disculpas por la mala letra y los manchones , pero mi última voluntad es que le hagan llegar estas ideas al genial presidente de la AUF Don Eugenio Figueredo.
Dicho ésto y como corresponde, su cabeza torció convulsivamente hacia lateral y un hilillo de sangre se le escurrió por una comisura labial (la que quedó más abajo)
Luego de tirar su cuerpo al agua Al trató de leer las anotaciones.
Una verdadera cerdada ya que el papel estaba cubierto de restos de defecaciones.
Viendo que esta era una labor asquerosa y absolutamente inútil le dije a mi amado hermano que parara.
- Vamos a ver a la bruja. Esa seguro sabe.
- Tenés razón El. sos un genio. Me lavo las manos y vamos
An unexpected visitor
The days happened, the some best ones, the other worse ones, and I hoping return of l @ moroch@. In that I see approach by the originating sea of the Indian Ocean a canoe whose crew member seemed not to be able more. Immediately To, I and montóm of mines threw themselves to the water to rescue it. In a hazánico effort (like that victory of Defender in the Hill stage), we managed to take it to the coast. Too much late. The type was burned, dehydrated, and with hurt gangrenadas parts of its body due to of bitten of sharks. They were its last moments. In the femenil racket that surrounded neía that the type meant something but it could not. To immediately it made shut up to cobiçadas his bonecas. The dying spoke: - My name is Pedro Níber Uriarte Zugarramurdi. I come from Cutting, department of Canelones, Uruguay, South America. As it did not have silver for the passage to Australia and to see in direct the consecration of our glorious celestial equipment for the world-wide one, I decided to hollow a trunk like our primitive ancestros and to arrive to me in canoe. The more or less easy outward journey fué because she was in slope and I took the necessary food supplies. the different return fué, in ascent, with headwind and with the faith broken by defecciómn of our boys... While, I thought for my adentros: "to be a dying speech like pororó, Andá namely if we do not have to end up killing it to finish its suffering" Followed the canoeist: - While it returned I took the freedom to shape my thoughts on Uruguayan soccer in this roll (the last one that I had left) of hygienic paper. I request excuses by the bad letter and manchones, but my last will is that they make him arrive these ideas at brilliant president of the AUF Don Eugene Figueredo. Said ésto and as it corresponds, his head it twisted convulsively towards lateral and hilillo of blood slipped to him Soon by a labial comisura (the one that was more down) and to throw his body to the water To it tried to read the annotations. A true one cerdada since the paper was covered with rest of defecaciones. Seeing that this was a revolting and absolutely useless work I said to him to my loved brother who stopped. - We are going to see the witch. That safe one knows. - Tenés reason the sos a genius. I wash the hands and we go
The Women are from Venus, the Men, we are a little Potato
Women
I like the colors of their clothes,
their way to walk,
the cruelty of some faces once in a while the almost pure beauty of a total and charmingly feminine face.
They are over us glide better and they organize themselves better.
While the men watch take beers and play the baseball,
they, the women, think about us, concentrating themselves, studying, deciding, if to accept to us, to discard, to change to us to us, to kill to us or simply to leave to us.
In the end she does not matter since they did what they did we finished crazy and single.
Charles Bukowski
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l the old Carlos always knew it, and us it often commented it. The Psique of the females is like the way. He is "culebrero". The men no, always direct. Blanco/negro, si/no, etc. To that intro comes this. It comes to the case since it is about to to begin the book drip jar of astrologers who say to us that he is going to us to happen next year. What they do not say those books it is that the system of the twelve signs as well as the other that have appeared more recently apply to the feminine and nonmasculine reality. The man (man) has only two signs. (the mariquitas are outside the reach of this study). As almost all you know the subdivision of the cycle of transfering of the Earth in lapses corresponded to an exclusively masculine work. But hete here that already makes very many time an assistant of Safo, priestess and poet of the island of Lesbos, about the times in which the Greek civilization dominated the planet, thought command post one more a more feminine application of the months and its relation with the constellations that agriculture. The tithe in the main temple had decayed much and more sources were needed financing for the rumbosa life of those etéreas women. The lady at issue related the date of birth of the people to characteristics of her personality. From also its future was guessed there. At first they were twelve signs to which it stops to complicate more added other things to him that are called ascending. In fact this system never was used for more things than: to recover the entrance of money to the island by the newness, and - more modernly the sale of thousands of book unit that says to us how it is going to us to go next year and which are the most salient characteristics of our personality. The test that this system does not go with the men is simple: compare his personality with the one of his mother-in-law who is accidentally the same sign. No, the reality in the man does not say anything is no coincidence is much more simple. Although it does not serve to the future determine (just like the other system), if it gives an important information us on his personality. The world is based simply (as simple and noble he is the man) on its underclothes is divided in men who use underpants Boxer type and other who uses Slip(o sunga) Good also are those that uses one or another article indifferently, but desbolados always had. You will burn in desires to know which are the characteristics of each sign. We will already see them. As far as the reality, the other day I entrusted by telegraph (I repaired it since the women did not know that she was) to the Dr Blackboar a survey on the use of these articles in tre the people who more or less are worth the trouble in Montevideo: There are the results here: On a universal sample of many people (preferentemete even, occasional or not) it was asked to them the men who undergarment used: A 68% use boxers a 31% uses sunga a 1% is ambidextrous. This says much to us about the Uruguayan man, but so far we left it to Bottinelli. The women it was asked to them that it pledges preferred in its companion: A 90% responded boxers a 10% Sunga Of the simple reading of the data we see that there are several men who are in problems Now, which are the questions that characterize to each sign? That we will see in next post friends it.