Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Temperature Of 96.8 Sick

"you were all"

They celebrate all the past ten years since their entry to the ISA, the art school located in the former Country Club of Havana. Some players have become known, others have a succes d'estime, others grope again, the vagaries of the road.
They are some twenty girls, boys, some babies too. Most came alone, some have brought their novios, who do not know where to go too much intimacy between the generation-ISA is strong.
The old photo albums out there. On the table, three bottles of rum, two of cream of life, a whiskey powder. After a few hours
descarga and reunion, everyone sits around a laptop, on which a girl is reading aloud the letters-mails sent by those far away - and they are numerous.
All this talk of separation, one feels the dawn Gorrión.
Some point their memories of youth, when they were not 20 years, and began studying theater at the ISA.
Many anecdotes, a bit of hysteria, a girl wrote from London, and adds "jejejeje" at each end of sentence. In the lounge, everyone laughs wildly.
A teacher writes to them from Yuma, where she now lives. She speaks of separation "espantosas" with half of his generation and three-quarters of his family, at other times, and appreciates the mail that allows him to write them.
She tells how this promotion, "with eyes wide open," has given him a taste (the teaching ? the theater?).
Another wrote that they miss him, and she has to masturbate while thinking of them, "I can not remember the image that came to the moment of orgasm, but I know you all were there. " And they howl with laughter by making big eyes, they speak of orgy, Sensorama, "Ladies and gentlemen, those who need a small bathroom can go to the lavatory, it also accepts children, why not an animal company ... "jejeje.
And the celebration continues with more laughter, more dancing, late into the night.

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Song In Next Friday When Pinky

remember a meeting


In parqueo bike Línea y Paseo, a man, forties, staring, greets me by giving me the blessing of the Caridad del Cobre. I think a
Piropo new, but the guy insists, told me to take care of myself, to pay attention to an upcoming trip, tells me of a woman trigueña close to me wishing that I have an accident, wonder what month I was born, told me to pay attention to bike, wonder if I had more than two novios in my life, I wonder if the stability in love, how old I am , do I have children, he will m'offir something, is that I my period right now, give me your right hand, I slip a seed in hand, it is my bike, I have to attach a small bag with black and red on the handlebars of my bike, and tighten when strong things go wrong, what I have around the neck, give me what you want in exchange.
As I told him I did give him anything, I resumed the seed and walks away, annoyed.