viernes, 17 de febrero de 2006
$>THE END OF THE WORLD WITH HER
THE END OF THE WORLD WITH HER
The Hill is an alien and far away neighborhood to all. Perhaps therefore me not the news missed that the old woman were shouting me in the door of house. A week ago that was locked studying for the exam of Odontopediatría, reading and reading. After the bell, had not finished to open when they shouted me: -¿you Read the sacred writings? -¡The end of the world has arrived! While the old woman bellowed do not I know what about earthquakes and contamination, my imagination saw me as a locked bladder, that its house had left and realized that its planet no longer was, or was a great dump or a desert, or a pitched battle, or the branch office of some empire. It took me so of surprise that simply I believed him. I closed the door, I looked at my books and me I told: -¡¿Qué I do here? !!si is finished the world I want to be with her. I ran along the street empty, without reasoning that perhaps was Sunday or there was general strike. To a block of the stop I saw to pass the only bus that left me practically in the door of its building. So much time studying had sickened me the sufficient thing as to take all like part of the apocalyptic signs of the ones that spoke the old woman. In the corner where stopped the bus did crossings so that gave me the time to arrive at its side. Just then I recalled the nights of cold winter that expected that happy blue vehicle; by luck was of tomorrow and full summer, although had not finished to think that when a pile of clouds renegridas covered the sky and they were dedicated to wet me. While rained they spent the hours and all the media of transportation, except the blue one, one to the Customs, another to Carrasco, another to Saturn, when at last God closed the faucets, appeared the happy apparatus.
Al to be opened the doors a blister of people extended toward the outside, of all forms I opened me step, should arrive at the other tip of Montevideo to see (since his terrace), how we remained without planet, as well as other you get dark we had seen as we remained without sun. I realized that did not have silver for the ticket, which obliged me to travel middle bent down so that the guard not me to see. I thought that was a luck that the bus was so full, since no inspector could rise; had not finished to think it when I felt the classic: -¡Boletos, please! Of course, he was impossible that the man arrived to my burrow, but the moment of stress along with my mojadura they caused they felt me so badly that escaped itself me, aloud, a sublime prophetic thought. -I believe that I am going to vomit. Instantly every elbow, knee or back that compressed disappeared me, I remained alone in the platform with the sun giving me in the face. I arranged me to have a comfortable trip, ignoring the now distant faces that looked at me as the guilty future of a disaster. It had not begun to smile when the snoring of the motor was substituted by a sharp shriek and then by silence. The doors were opened, the people descended through the black smoke that left from below of the vehicle that was going to carry me to its side. It could not expect, with the eyes irritated I began to
run, almost did not see. I stopped to think where was and I realized that it did not know.
-I am going to ask in that house. I went to you tempted to the door and I encountered a dwarf of garden. -¡Pardon boy! -I said raising me. I entered to a temple where they shouted: -¡Shout brothers the Apocalypse has arrived! “¡No, not yet! ”,pensé desperate. Me did not surprise that the family of that house was so frightened. It continued without seeing nothing, and I advanced saying: -¡Permisoooo!.. -¡Pasa, brother ¡-shouted the Shepherd. I thought: ”that friendly people”. Already was recovering the view when all they shouted something on a miracle and a cieguito. Suddenly the type embraced me and said: -Y..¿Ves better? -If, thanks-answered. It was the delirium the people hung themselves me shouting Hallelujahs; I slipped away among the people still without understanding. I left so hurried looking at back that I did not recognize against that had struck me. While it raised I believed me that my end had advanced itself when I saw five enormous Poles surrounding me. -¡Pardon mister did not I see it!- I said, with valentía- I Am a stupid one. -Boludo...Are you Stupid? -one said testing to be communicated in worse an Englishman than mine. -You go me-him I answered a little nervous (although I saw that the thing was friendly and not
violadora did not want to contradict it). -Okey Stupid-Said smiling. And thinking that we were going to communicate fluid began the five to speak a mixture of Pole-English-Spanish-Korean. When they realized that I was ready to cry, one told me: -¿Where fulky fulky?- moving the hips for ahead and back. That I understood it of first, they wanted to go to a puticlub. Al while two taxis went bound for the Old City. I in one of them, with three Poles, was a little calmer because at least was going to be more near the house of her. The cabdriver looked at me without understanding my smile. When we arrive I told him. -Good boys, here is. And I indicated him a sign that said: “30 girls pretty 30”. -Gudbay- AND began to withdraw me when the Pole larger got me of the arm, telling me: ”¡no, not, Stupid good friend, he enters fulky fulky! ”. All laughing they pushed me for inside without listening first my pleas and then my insults. Did not it know as to loosen. Barely it had begun a “estrip- tis” when the howl of my foreign friends was interrupted by a disturbance produced by the police. -¡Vamos, Stupid, runs!- told me one throwing me of the arm achieving only to start me a sleeve of the shirt. Al while, the Poles, some drunks, several
prostitutes and I, we travelled in a blue small truck bound for the precinct
I went me getting the head, could not believe that the final judgment caught me prisoner. I noted that did while or we advanced. The doors were opened. -Good people-said a police-end of the trip. They were lucky, there is a demonstration, we cannot pass, so they can be gone. When I descended, still disconcerted, I saw a pile of fairies occupying all the Avenue with placards that said “Pride Gay”. I opened me step among the multitude and I arrived where there was people observing. I saw two that were nailed in mine, was the mother of her that looked at me unexpressive. -Hello –he told me; not knowing I gave should laugh, to cry, to ask or to leave running. -Este...hola –I tried to put face of happy. When was going to begin my explanation I listened some shouts to my backs: -¡Hey Stupid, here! -I believe that they call you.- said with face worried. I put me red as a tomato without daring me to nothing. The Poles insisted, I did a gesture of good-bye while gave a kiss to it disconcerted lady and began to run bound for its house. It could not believe that was there, the sky began to be become orange, almost not i the motive remembered that had carried me to its side. Did neither I recall, while rose for the elevator, that she always asked me that me not to move a lot in it, because he walked badly and he broke you're welcome. In the little space I he walked nervously while he elevated al seventh flat. Between the fifth one and the sixth one the apparatus stopped. It was going to begin me to regret when I supported me in one of the red walls without seeing the placard that said “fresh painting”. When I saw me all stained I hit him a punch al panel and the elevator resumed its march. Al to open me, its smile disappeared immediately al to see my sad aspect. -I want to pass the end of the world with you. -¡¿Qué passed you? !.¡¿Fin of the world?! It caused entered me taking me of the hand, carried me to the
window and the city showed me, entire, as always. When I realized that had been a little impulsive, I looked at it ashamed. She smiled and we kiss, without seeing the enormous black cloud in the shape of mushroom that exploded in the horizon.
Joaquín Doldán
The Hill is an alien and far away neighborhood to all. Perhaps therefore me not the news missed that the old woman were shouting me in the door of house. A week ago that was locked studying for the exam of Odontopediatría, reading and reading. After the bell, had not finished to open when they shouted me: -¿you Read the sacred writings? -¡The end of the world has arrived! While the old woman bellowed do not I know what about earthquakes and contamination, my imagination saw me as a locked bladder, that its house had left and realized that its planet no longer was, or was a great dump or a desert, or a pitched battle, or the branch office of some empire. It took me so of surprise that simply I believed him. I closed the door, I looked at my books and me I told: -¡¿Qué I do here? !!si is finished the world I want to be with her. I ran along the street empty, without reasoning that perhaps was Sunday or there was general strike. To a block of the stop I saw to pass the only bus that left me practically in the door of its building. So much time studying had sickened me the sufficient thing as to take all like part of the apocalyptic signs of the ones that spoke the old woman. In the corner where stopped the bus did crossings so that gave me the time to arrive at its side. Just then I recalled the nights of cold winter that expected that happy blue vehicle; by luck was of tomorrow and full summer, although had not finished to think that when a pile of clouds renegridas covered the sky and they were dedicated to wet me. While rained they spent the hours and all the media of transportation, except the blue one, one to the Customs, another to Carrasco, another to Saturn, when at last God closed the faucets, appeared the happy apparatus.
Al to be opened the doors a blister of people extended toward the outside, of all forms I opened me step, should arrive at the other tip of Montevideo to see (since his terrace), how we remained without planet, as well as other you get dark we had seen as we remained without sun. I realized that did not have silver for the ticket, which obliged me to travel middle bent down so that the guard not me to see. I thought that was a luck that the bus was so full, since no inspector could rise; had not finished to think it when I felt the classic: -¡Boletos, please! Of course, he was impossible that the man arrived to my burrow, but the moment of stress along with my mojadura they caused they felt me so badly that escaped itself me, aloud, a sublime prophetic thought. -I believe that I am going to vomit. Instantly every elbow, knee or back that compressed disappeared me, I remained alone in the platform with the sun giving me in the face. I arranged me to have a comfortable trip, ignoring the now distant faces that looked at me as the guilty future of a disaster. It had not begun to smile when the snoring of the motor was substituted by a sharp shriek and then by silence. The doors were opened, the people descended through the black smoke that left from below of the vehicle that was going to carry me to its side. It could not expect, with the eyes irritated I began to
run, almost did not see. I stopped to think where was and I realized that it did not know.
-I am going to ask in that house. I went to you tempted to the door and I encountered a dwarf of garden. -¡Pardon boy! -I said raising me. I entered to a temple where they shouted: -¡Shout brothers the Apocalypse has arrived! “¡No, not yet! ”,pensé desperate. Me did not surprise that the family of that house was so frightened. It continued without seeing nothing, and I advanced saying: -¡Permisoooo!.. -¡Pasa, brother ¡-shouted the Shepherd. I thought: ”that friendly people”. Already was recovering the view when all they shouted something on a miracle and a cieguito. Suddenly the type embraced me and said: -Y..¿Ves better? -If, thanks-answered. It was the delirium the people hung themselves me shouting Hallelujahs; I slipped away among the people still without understanding. I left so hurried looking at back that I did not recognize against that had struck me. While it raised I believed me that my end had advanced itself when I saw five enormous Poles surrounding me. -¡Pardon mister did not I see it!- I said, with valentía- I Am a stupid one. -Boludo...Are you Stupid? -one said testing to be communicated in worse an Englishman than mine. -You go me-him I answered a little nervous (although I saw that the thing was friendly and not
violadora did not want to contradict it). -Okey Stupid-Said smiling. And thinking that we were going to communicate fluid began the five to speak a mixture of Pole-English-Spanish-Korean. When they realized that I was ready to cry, one told me: -¿Where fulky fulky?- moving the hips for ahead and back. That I understood it of first, they wanted to go to a puticlub. Al while two taxis went bound for the Old City. I in one of them, with three Poles, was a little calmer because at least was going to be more near the house of her. The cabdriver looked at me without understanding my smile. When we arrive I told him. -Good boys, here is. And I indicated him a sign that said: “30 girls pretty 30”. -Gudbay- AND began to withdraw me when the Pole larger got me of the arm, telling me: ”¡no, not, Stupid good friend, he enters fulky fulky! ”. All laughing they pushed me for inside without listening first my pleas and then my insults. Did not it know as to loosen. Barely it had begun a “estrip- tis” when the howl of my foreign friends was interrupted by a disturbance produced by the police. -¡Vamos, Stupid, runs!- told me one throwing me of the arm achieving only to start me a sleeve of the shirt. Al while, the Poles, some drunks, several
prostitutes and I, we travelled in a blue small truck bound for the precinct
I went me getting the head, could not believe that the final judgment caught me prisoner. I noted that did while or we advanced. The doors were opened. -Good people-said a police-end of the trip. They were lucky, there is a demonstration, we cannot pass, so they can be gone. When I descended, still disconcerted, I saw a pile of fairies occupying all the Avenue with placards that said “Pride Gay”. I opened me step among the multitude and I arrived where there was people observing. I saw two that were nailed in mine, was the mother of her that looked at me unexpressive. -Hello –he told me; not knowing I gave should laugh, to cry, to ask or to leave running. -Este...hola –I tried to put face of happy. When was going to begin my explanation I listened some shouts to my backs: -¡Hey Stupid, here! -I believe that they call you.- said with face worried. I put me red as a tomato without daring me to nothing. The Poles insisted, I did a gesture of good-bye while gave a kiss to it disconcerted lady and began to run bound for its house. It could not believe that was there, the sky began to be become orange, almost not i the motive remembered that had carried me to its side. Did neither I recall, while rose for the elevator, that she always asked me that me not to move a lot in it, because he walked badly and he broke you're welcome. In the little space I he walked nervously while he elevated al seventh flat. Between the fifth one and the sixth one the apparatus stopped. It was going to begin me to regret when I supported me in one of the red walls without seeing the placard that said “fresh painting”. When I saw me all stained I hit him a punch al panel and the elevator resumed its march. Al to open me, its smile disappeared immediately al to see my sad aspect. -I want to pass the end of the world with you. -¡¿Qué passed you? !.¡¿Fin of the world?! It caused entered me taking me of the hand, carried me to the
window and the city showed me, entire, as always. When I realized that had been a little impulsive, I looked at it ashamed. She smiled and we kiss, without seeing the enormous black cloud in the shape of mushroom that exploded in the horizon.
Joaquín Doldán
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