“I don’t like sex in the movies.” susiflor he was surprised to hear those words on Rosibel’s lips. And it is that her friend liked to enjoy the joys of life. She Suffered she now she hints of modesty? Did she regret her old way of living? Had she joined one of the 465 true faith churches – each one the only true one – in the city? She asked him, surprised: “Why don’t you like sex in the movies?” She answered Rosibel: “The arms of the chair get in the way a lot.” (Ah, with what a feeling of saudade this friend of mine remembers the cinema of that small town in the north of his State to which he once went on vacation invited by his cousin who lived there! It was a terrace cinema, that is, without a roof, due to the heat that it was always in those parts.
My friend, teenager, He soon learned of a local custom. Upon entering the room, you could see half a dozen or more girls, adolescents too, each one sitting by her side, on the long benches -there were no seats- of the place. You would buy a bag of popcorn, a soda, and a chocolate at the movie candy store, and you would go and offer that gift to one of the precocious girls. She saw you, and if she liked you she accepted the invitation.
That gave you the right, with the living room light off, to enjoy yourself in it, but only from the waist up. The rest below was forbidden territory. And no kisses. She was not comforted. I watched the movie; she savored the popcorn, the chocolate and the soda, and she remained indifferent while you, burning in the flames of the manly rijos initials, gave free rein to your hands as far as the regulations allowed you. It wasn’t much that you took in them, but it was so unknown and mysterious that you felt that in your hand you had the whole world. Few investments have I known – I say, my friend has known – as profitable as the purchase of those sweets. My friend revives that memory of early youth and brings to mind Alighieri’s heartfelt words: Nessun maggior Dolore.).
If you do not want it to be know, do not do it. Or don’t write it, a cynic would add.
The revelations arising from Looting of Army archives confirm that there are no longer any secrets at this time. What is not known now sooner or later will be known. The calls hackers In our days they are equivalent to the eye of God which, our grandmothers told us, sees everything and discovers everything. I think that just one of these hackers is more useful than all the transparency and access to information institutes put together. I don’t doubt that they are criminals, but their delinquency is useful so that the common citizen knows what the owners of power don’t want them to know. under the cloak of “National security” Many things are hidden about which citizens should be informed.
Far be it from me the reckless idea of defending a crime, but I am an enemy of opacity in public affairs, and even more so when that obscurity serves to veil the commission of illicit acts, or hide matters of national interest such as the health of the Republic President. Whatever it may be, both the leader of the 4T and the high-ranking military leaders must be afraid of the effects that this unexpected break-in will bring to the archives that they believed to be impenetrable. Once again, the ominous phrase that I have mentioned many times has confirmation, although I myself have not taken it into account many others: what is done at night appears during the day. Brrrr!… Meñico Maldotado married Pitulina, a wise girl. The night of the wedding she saw him for the first time in nature and commented: “Now I understand why you always told me that I should learn to enjoy the little things in life.” FINISH.
LOOKOUT
By Armando SOURCES AGUIRRE.
-I’m the best color.
The color red said that so many times that the other colors went on strike.
The blue of the sky stopped. The green of the grass and trees stopped. The yellow of the Sun stopped. The cafe’s coffee was no longer seen. A very sad thing was to see the flags with no colors other than red. All political parties turned red.
Seeing what his arrogance had caused the color red, he blushed. She looked for the other colors, and one by one she asked their forgiveness. They all forgave him, and everything went back to the way it was before. Once again the sky was painted sky blue, and the foliage of the trees green, and the Sun yellow by Van Gogh. I saw my coffee this morning, and it was coffee.
Now they ask the red:
-What is the best color?
Reply:
-All.
See you tomorrow!…
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