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- Come to "Paris Personal" pesweon le
- But I have no money, "he answered as if he was not interested in dating
- Pucha "as fast as you spent your week?
- money in my hand disappears, it's strange.
- Nothing strange not to know to manage your money. Because, you see I'll invite you to eat. I'm alone and here is pure old thing I feel strange, I need to come, but now.
- already is fine, but where exactly is
- Here in Miraflores, in the streets of pizza, just ask for "Paris People" and in fact they will tell you where it is, is a lonely place for bohemians, I like coming to enjoy a good book and my loneliness, but today I feel weird, like I said, I do not want to be alone and you're the only person I could think to call.
- Me? Geez but you kill me for Literature.
- Something you know, well, here fumaremos and take a good drink after time both here and also preparing a beef steak very good wine. I have little money share the same plate, is expensive, plus you can give these treats once a month, that's when you know your gita administer it.
- I do not get me out of the face that I am irresponsible.
- Hurry, Ah! And Traimer Please book by Fernando Ampuero is on my desktop.
- Which of all?
- who was reading yesterday
- "One man?
- Calling Melody
- Okay, I see you.
Brandolero would wait and look out of reach in the garb of all present, as he was flamboyant, sometimes even huachafo, however here we were all elegant with jeans and a jacket, that was the In traditional dress, which came in different ways was a cosmopolitan anyone, it could be anything but a writer, but I did not agree with that, because I knew a writer who wrote putamare and the hippy era. But Brandolero not write text messages or laziness, and knew just expressed by the Messenger and it would come dressed as a nobody. Geez What roche no? Stop your nonsense, I thought did not have to make a simple liver shit, the writer is not the dress, who knows if Brandolero carries in a spirit as hell to write, you never know. Just as I could not tell if mine was one hundred percent to be a writer, it could be to bring in a rapper or a boxer.
Here the "Paris Personal" People came very distinguished, if you were lucky you could find Vargas Llosa, but very often, especially at the end of the month saw the Mafia Literary sitting in one of those tables faces. Fernando Ampuero, Ivan Thays, Alonso Cueto, Jorge Eduardo Benavides. That's why we had sent to bring "Miraflores Melody" because he had a sneaking suspicion that today would Ampuero and wanted me to sign the book.
waited half an hour, I was desperate because he was occupying a table and had not asked for anything more than a cigarette. What time will the condemned this? could not call because had cellular enanthic talked to him because I called to your house, could not be possible that it will take much, if I lived in the heart of Miraflores, we were not far away. As a ten minute bus.
In the most unexpected moment appeared as an overlord, ie as two supreme masters, two of my favorite contemporary authors Peruvians, both wore white hairs on his head and beard and went sniffing expensive perfume. Alonso Cueto in the company of Fernando Ampuero. Damn, can not be that long delay Brandolero. Ampuero greet some of the busy and I think no account was that I was there with the butt of a cigarette, waiting for a boy clumsy and extravagant. Do Ampuero knew I was reading Miraflores Melody? How would I know if I had that book in my hands.
spend one and a half, no lie, and a half and already very shame I had to ask for a dark beer and some snacks to go eat, while waiting for Brandolero irresponsible, I was more rare Moreover, all read if they were alone or if they were talking together. I felt the character of one of the stories of Ampuero, a freak. Fernando Alonso and apparently had only come to talk on a literary project, since they were already paying the bill and that was signs that were already leaving.
Alonso Cueto stood, I thought I was going, and went to the bathroom, leaving Ampuero alone for awhile. It was there that came Brandolero, the most calm.
- Geez, sorry, I missed, I knew where it was - I said
- (Yo knew that the wretched lie, safe had been turned on by playing the last game of the play he had recently purchased to play in my spare time) Does the book? - asked obfuscated
- Quiet here it is.
- (Slowly I said, not to build Scandal) What the hell have you done with my book? (With the tips was bent and scratched cover)
- Haber ...
- Nothing to be shit, I told him as slowly as possible-you know my books are sacred I care more than my play, my laptop, my ... I do not know better than any shit you have in the house.
- Sorry
- Yeah, yeah come with me let me sign the book Ampuero
- amputation What?
- Nothing just walk.
sat Ampuero, writing something on paper, I think it was inappropriate to interrupt, but good in the end, could not pass up an opportunity like this, was the first time Ampuero I was going to sign a of the original books.
Brandolero already, for being late that make me walk please let me sign this book. Put in the dedication. To Ajotaerre. So much fear gives you that poor guy? There is fear if not I will not feel intimidated when I talk with him, I trabarían words. And give me the book. Brandolero it was decided, "Miraflores Melody" in hand.
- Excuse me, "interrupted Brandolero accommodating the hair that covered much of his face.
- this forgiveness, I want nothing more, the account and payment Alonso Cueto and now it give him a tip. If you have not gave it to you ask for it to him. Thanks.
heard the conversation and laughing before I got caught by the nerves and I decided to intervene.
- Sorry, my friend is not a boy, I think I have to blame for all this, if it were not for my fear of talking to you, simply because I want to sign this book.
- have mentioned it ... Forgive me. So young you. Have you written anything?
- Yes, "I
- And you my friend?
-
- And what they write?
- Tales
- Look, my style, storytelling, a style that, despite that is short is very difficult, we must be very good to be recognized, see that there are so many storytellers.
- you one of my favorites, "I
- And what are your favorite authors?
- Mine are Benedetti, Cortázar and Sabato.
- What about you? - Asked Ampuero Brandolero pointing to a finger.
- Mine? Well the same as his. They are my favorite.
- Well I know you're reading now, but boy you read too much or just write.
- this if you also read a lot, "said Brandolero
- If indeed we are both some eaters book, "I fake chest out by Brandolero (He was going to read, much less write, or write well as they say, if all you did was indulge in a world full of vices, if I were him I would have much to write because this world is so complex services, I thought before speaking) He loves Julio Cortázar
- right, "said Brandolero, I love ...
- -Cortázar I
- Cortázar, well ah, I have all my library filled with books of this author, is an expert ...
- (The convicted person was not lying because Brandolero Cortázar was actually a teacher, well versed in the art of writing) I also read a lot Cortázar, but not as much as my friend, I am more Benedettiano.
- What's good live together?
- Brandolero Yes, "he said hastily-
- But have separate rooms?
- Yes Brandolero
- This is very important, because everyone has the space to write - Ampuero said
- And what is the last book you just read?
(Ampuero I was surprised that treat us as any pedestrian, was not an arrogant writer believes that only by possessing elite in society)
- Well I've finished reading "for an unmarked grave" of Onetti "I said.
- that book eh Very good, very good
- If masterful, but "juntacadaveres is much good.
- Obviously boy (I glanced sideways and then stared at Brandolero, I do not yet swallowed the story that so and so wrote) And you ?
- What about me? -
- You, therefore, What is the last thing you read? Sure some of Cortázar
- Exactly, is a well-known work - said
- What?
- (Brandolero remembered that in college had given him a thousand times to read a play called "Blindness" did not know with certainty that the author was Cortázar but had a sneaking suspicion) Blindness
- Huh? - Dazed Ampuero said
And that came Alonso Cueto and waved his hand that it was time for the game. I asked Ampuero the "Miraflores Melody"
- What's your name? - I objected
- Edward replied
wrote in the book to Edward de Ampuero. Nothing more. I thought I would write something more because of the short conversation we had had
- Chau boys told us as he went "Ah! And I do not try to take as a clown, after all the clowns are still you. Goodbye.
- What? Do we have the clowns? What uncle M (Expedited you cover your mouth before launching a bulgar smoothness, because in that environment that swearing was a sin Bulgarian literature, but learned that swearing was something else)
went Ampuero disappeared from our view in a moment alongside Alonso Cueto, along with looks of those in the "Personal Paris." Die I felt very disappointed as the literary writer and reader.
not win gave me food, I paid the bill and left the restaurant. Brandolero remained silent
- Do not spend, as you say that "Blindness" is interrupted as we walked Cortázar-
- Actually I thought that such was the author of that work, or at least suspected it, but do not liver, after all Did you get what you wanted or not? I signed your book look at him compare the positive side, but what I never ask for an autograph to a leg that tells me clown, and more if a guy gray.
- Well, okay, you're right I will not deny.
- Okay. Let's go home and buy something to eat that I have hunger Brother.
We went to "Bemba" to buy a pack of burgers Creole. We were eating on the road together with a 7up we bought at a warehouse of a Chinese bitter. Miraflores at night was a psychedelic spectacle of sad and happy people.
- questions "I said as we finished eating the last pieces of our burger.
- What?
- What school did you study?
- (I look surprised) in San Antonio de Huamanga therefore no longer remember
- Ah, rightly, I see where it came the "Blindness" Cortazar
- Jaja clown
- Is that what we are not? Simple clowns - I said
- course if they said amputation ... do not know what we can not deny this right?
And now walked the two with a slight smile on his face, like all good clowns.
Just have to laugh ...
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