VI
Shit 17, who would say, just a year and I have not made official literary career. It's early, five o'clock, no one has yet called me to wish me happy birthday. Brandolero still snoring on a mattress in the center of the room. Requiring him to set aside some of their money in a mattress, for I was fed up with their sorrowful cries of pain in the back.
- Quite possibly it's because I sleep on the couch - he complained Brandolero
- Buy a mattress and issue solved.
- Mmm (I glanced sideways)
- Because look at me like, You're not trying to imply that we should take turns in using the bed?
- not be a bad idea, "surmised Brandolero
- Tas you crazy.
- God said share
- Y desde cuando crees tú en Dios, si eres ateo
- Desde ayer
- ¿Y eso porque?
- Por que ayer vi a la mujer más linda de todo el mundo y cruzamos miradas y creo que fue obra de Dios, ¿De quién else could it be?
- Well, it's wrong to believe only for convenience
- Returning to the subject cholo should share the bed with me, buying a mattress is a separate budget, and do not think you're willing to spend on one, do not say you're saving for something or not.
- Nothing, nothing, I think sharing a bed with you or shitting. In addition he has to buy the mattress you, that this awareness, your back is not mine motherfucker
- Are you my friend?
- That does not condition
- Oe Well ... there was something I wanted to say damn friend I think I'm influencing your vocabulary, a writer should not talk too vulgar swearing continuously
- 're right, the truth is that I am a strange writer, a passionate writer, unbelievable, and do not worry I do not have influenced anything besides that I'm leaving a slimy influence like you. Jaja
- Easy, easy, what is there?
- I do not know but only when I'm with you I speak more vulgar swearing, tsss already learned (I patted on the back) but when I'm with people I am considered as one of the best vocabulary is. It's a matter of trust between friends and we treat. It is our life exaggerated.
- Sure ...
- But it's up to you, or you keep spoiling the back or rather you buy a mattress
- Pucha growing pains are unbearable
- I contributed ten lucas you for your mattress
- chibilines "Only ten?
- That's a lot, it is your responsibility to have if you quit smoking less this month.
- Ya, ya, you convinced me, this weekend we are going to buy one, but just cheaper.
- That you choose
There it was, a few weeks later, on his mattress Brandolero double blue sponge, we get a good cachina price, is second, I would never sleep there, God knows who or who have passed through the foam, but Brandolero that was no problem, he slept right and left. So sometimes I envied it appear that your mattress did I sleep more relaxed.
I was writing until my phone rang with the first call. They were my godparents. Congratulated me for 17 years and promised to send a gift soon. Furthermore I was told to go home one of these weeks to go together to buy books. I thanked them for being the first to call me. And then hanged or hung almost simultaneously.
Brandolero awoke half an hour later. He came to my room and I stopped in the most interesting part of my book.
- cholo Happy Birthday
- Thank you, thank
- Oe "and what plans for today?
- Nothing, I'll go or I will accompany out to dinner.
- already cool, but look it's weekend, we could go to a nightclub.
- The problem is that there is mobility, and still have it, do not drive, and goes a little carito all that shit
- shit! For that I am. I learned to drive at age thirteen, in the lead Wolks Vagenas my old. Yes, in the beetle, in the dilapidated half frog sometimes used to go to market.
- But there cart
- Go
We ordinary breakfast. Without anything special. The day passed and I kept getting calls. At about four o'clock, after a good steak lunch at the restaurant on the corner, finally received a call from my parents
- Son, happy birthday, may God bless you.
- Thanks.
- just call you right that we were busy is your surprise
- surprises " ?
- Yes, you have to go home right now in your guy Lujan, the lead going where your surprise.
- "Right now?
- Yes
- Asu to laziness.
- Nothing lazy go where your uncle and you will see there is a sorpresón.
- Well, when I see they are grateful, we're talking about.
- Ya, wherever you call us when your uncle Luján, look do not forget.
- Okay I call them. Goodbye
- Goodbye son or hopefully a good time to follow her having fun, you know we all love you and move on.
- Thanks, take care.
Brandolero asked me: 'Your old? Yes, "I replied says I have a surprise in the house of my uncle Lujan, I'll change to go. Will you come? Well because it's your birthday. Where do you live? In Lince. A bit far, but it does not matter and hence we make a few calls to some of our friends to coordinate will be done at night. Okay, but hurry up, dress up, that time flies.
We take a bus and we went directly to Lince. The trip was a little long because the road was an accident and the roads were blocked for a moment. It was spring in Lima, had left the heat bearable, but rather a friendly warmth, the day was perfect for my birthday, but that day I felt so nostalgic, because you have not seen my girlfriend, I had called but could not leave because he was late and it was controlling her sister a lot in those days. I also felt a little disappointed because I felt in reading Cortázar, Benedetti, Onetti, to Borges, Sabato you do not know if true profession was being a writer. You do not know if I could be as good as them. But I knew that anything was possible in life. So I was not disappointed not to have won several competitions to which I applied. Brandolero told me: Do not know much about literature, but your writing is of the putamare, although there is not read, is reflected in your eyes. It was true my literature was reflected in my eyes, the strange looks I gave it to life. It was the same thing happened to Brandolero, in his eyes, was his mischief, his eyes were a different way to tell the world, like it or not I already am.
Wildcat arrived, I pointed to Brandolero where we had to go, my uncle lived in a residential area, so we were a bit disoriented but in the end we find a happy home. We rang the bell and my uncle greeted me with a hug: Happy Birthday big boy! Who is he? Your friend from college? No, just my friend, my friend from home, a friend with whom they lived, with whom I spent more ... moments. Well I think I'll be bored man, besides you must be busy and just came here to collect my gift. Gifts For such there is no occupation or disability not let me see your face with joy to see your gift.
Follow me, "he said. And went straight to his Station Wagon toward white taxi which was already retired military, and simply Cachuelita taxi was not anyone he disliked. We went to the marina. There was silence throughout the travel tote. Or mu, or principle.
We arrived at the place and I stayed lost: That is your gift- my uncle said, pointing to a Toyota Prius of the year. Brandolero seemed entertained. He hugged me tightly, one might say that I charge.
- dude, a car, that rich, fuck a cane. Rejoice -
smiled and said Thank you God. Open it to my uncle and he told me I lend it to me next year to run on roads of the Inca. Then I called my parents to thank.
was weird, I felt happy but not thrilled. How much would I get my gift is to see love, I said nothing would give me, I have nothing to offer, my writing might be little to you, I have - and that if it's essentially just a love couple exhausted. I called her and told her the surprise I had given, I said I missed her, she told me the same thing but had to cut because his sister was coming. And in that strange happiness mishap, I ended up laughing because I could not help, just look at Brandolero, running down the street like a madman and saying fuck a rod! And he kissed the glass where the car was on display, it was quite funny and just settled for that, with this gift on your part, started having a laugh at the most uncertain of my birthday.
picked the car. My uncle was the owner of that car until I turned eighteen. He signed a few papers, took us home and was to keep the car in his garage.
that day did not go to any club, or anywhere, just ask a pizza delivery to the house, saw a movie. And Brandolero fell asleep in the middle of "evil mind."
was the first time I slept with him in his blue mattress. Upon awakening, the TV was turned on, I got up and turned off and then returned to the mattress to curl up with the quilt.
And closing his eyes as he thought: How nice is sleeping on the mattress ... Brandolero
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