"Comes the Night", image taken in Burgos, in the Paseo de la Quinta, near the river Arlanzón a stormy afternoon. Commentary
twelfth chapter of "Comes the Night", a novel by Oscar Esquivias.
Saturday, January 6, 2007, Epiphany. Hello
Sara!
already happened that terrible New Year's Eve. Let's see what your father, ailing from something that your confession, that the "no genitalia." Cebrianitos left with at the bar "La Pampa". Do not worry, that Benjamin is not going to air it yours.
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When Mildred arrives and parks at the bar, Benjamin has already taken the first carajillo. It's sad, is not his brother Aurelio, who died in long-life, are "other things." Cebrianitos dare not ask.
begin with the death of "Hogrible", a French canaricida and ardent monarchist, in Republican country. Remember the time he crashed to the ground to the canaries singing Córcoles garage and the backlash from this, one of the most peaceful person, wrench in hand.
speak of monarchies, on television at the bar leaves the Pascua Militar, the King with his display of medals. Republican Benjamin is happy because the street Alfonso XIII, in his district of Tetouan, is officially Banana Street. Cebrianitos, by contrast, think of kings as human beings, said that "at the bottom are people unhappy, worried because" they know that sooner or later they check. "
They return to a favorite theme of the elderly, who has died. This Christmas, dropped the "Hogrible." Which is dead: he was pocho, had everything a bit. Benjamin decided to see what your friends think about not having sex. Remember when he was telling Cebrianitos "Les Miserables", chapter by chapter? It turns out that the protagonist, Valjean, did not have any flesh.
Benjamin should remember that your partner was brought into contempt the "novelties." Who would think of novels speak to a former student of Paul? To Cebrianitos, was a twisted and absurd soap opera, only saved the episode of the Battle of Waterloo. And exalted, stirring a spoon in the guise of a sword.
Now he openly question, at what age he became interested in girls. And to his surprise, he replied that six years. Benjamin was much later. At sixteen, he fought alone boredom of military service. At seventeen, was released for a permit.
actually thinking about you Jaime, I want to ask whether a man can get to the thirty-four years, but it has aroused the instinct sexual. To Cebrianitos that most rare. Your father will not go further in the conversation, it will not reveal intimate family, no worry.
locker room in the hospital, you've just found three actors who disguise themselves as Kings. You see a tatuadísimo Gaspar, with skulls, scythes and dragons, is covered with velvet and fake ermine.
His fierce appearance deceives. Son of a Christian association that prepares children functions throughout the year, especially for the children's oncology unit. Loaded into the bag the gifts of the Magi. Removed two packages are for a child who will not play again.
Bandurrias, guitars, tinsel. Let the gay procession bearing presents and head, sadly, your unit. You have scheduled a high-risk birth. The fetus is terrible and no live birth. The mother has problems with hypertension and gynecologist decided early delivery.
Rosa is called, is a young Ecuadorian, pray and kiss a medal. He is accompanied by her husband, crying, holding hands. You offer to baptize the child and she delighted, be called John.
share that with the obstetrician and neonatologist at the grief of these "silent birth." Rosa knows that her baby will live a moment and she will be asleep. Has asked to be allowed to die gently and was not used to heinous experiments. The gynecologist has promised.
Caesarean section is quick. Receive the child and you drop a few drops of water with a syringe on the front. You make the sign of the cross and get on with the neonatologist. Along the way, was baptized in the name of the three divine persons. "Ego sum hostium." woman, great is your faith.
not wake the baby, his heart beats, was pronounced dead.
is the ugly side of your beautiful work. Until tomorrow, Sara.
A hug from Maria Angeles Merino, for all that you visit me.
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