To a fool

Y que cuando uno hace un homenaje es por lo general a alguien a quien se admira. Pero no es homenaje, es un recordatorio tal vez de la genialidad humana en inverso, del resultado de una de las naves abducidas por científicos alienígenas, de lo peligroso que es que el tonto del pueblo salga...del pueblo.
Uncurious George hijo de papito, incapaz de ganarte algo por si mismo salvo el lamentable estado del mundo después de ti y olé.
Tus palabras al final de la página para que no olvidemos, y qué si olvidamos, a un gran payaso desafortunadamente no destinado al olvido

Sip, estamos lejos de casa

That's what we said at first to the Major who came
all dressed in what seemed to be light clothing
an electric guitar hanging on his back like a rifle
like Daniel Boone, like a foreigner-killer.
A crooked smile, two fingers missing in his right hand.
Nice Candela said, no cliche when she lighted a cigarrette.
And what is your name Sir, James asked.
Elalcalde.
Elalcalde? (kind of Spanish xlation for ...)
Yes, Sir.
Hmmm
More creepy silence.
Pouring clouds with black bellies approaching like a fly of turtles (!!!!!)
Children, women, animals, few men, also approached.
The day was going to be an adventure, provided we were not their fast to break.
birken the dark, was darker than usual, caressing the hand his magic, icy, dangerous dagger.
Pregnant women were looking at the only woman in the group with curiosity. The rest were hmm sizing men with eyes, minds, perhaps desire, who knows.. what disguises virtuosity adopts in foreign places. All women wore a type of trousers adjusted on the hip, those that when you kneel and claim for mercy reveal more that they are supposed to.
Led to the only wooden building in the area, Verkalians gathered around a very large flat rock, similar to sacrificial table. Afraid I was but having b and James and even Candela was reassuring. It is always wise to think that one might day with people you love.. and not bastards or bushies.
Elalcalde hopped up, with certain difficulty and amost dissapeared to our eyes.....The room was lighted with torches, smoke-less torchess.
Then a midget, in a monalisa kind of smile (then we found out the guy had a rare paralysis...)
stood in front of the assembly and said:
Sip, estamos lejos de casa

Elalcalde jumped into the middle of the slab and started playing his guitar. Bizarre....
I thought I was, we were going to be sacrificed, guts exposed to the darkened room.
And I passed put as always I feel an overwhelming surge of adrenalin.
When I opened my eyes, a beautiful women was rubbing a sharpy rock against my cheeks... I was being brutely and organically shaved. I started to fade again, but in the end I all was going to be alright.
I guess.

Dugueiroz

A Verkali

Llegamos como siempre que la aventura del auto lo permite.
Se detiene como tomando un respiro y ahí sabemos que la próxima salida es.
Esta era Verkali. Nunca escuchamos antes de este sitio.
Los cuatro y James miramos con curiosidad la salida en la carretera, la fila de eucalitpos nuevos.
Verkali resplandecía como dicen que se ven los techos blancos de Jerusalen, las casitas blancas en algunas islas griegas, el caballo de Napoleón.
Era temprano y las casas aún no se deshacían. Las familias sacaban las cosas del frío de la casa al sol que pronto levantaría su esfuerzo amarillo.
La guía donde leíamos rápidamente sobre Verkali (James, con su grave voz británica) nos preparaba apenas para una sorpresa.
Ahora termino de escribir aprisa antes de que estacionemos en medio de la plaza sin iglesias ni bancos ni cuarteles. En medio de fábricas de espejos de agua, de bloques de antártica, de sueños de osos blanquísimos y focas y pinguinos.
Ahora a observar.
b.