viernes, octubre 23, 2009

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

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