(Inaugurating the tag "refritos republish, May 2010, the imminence of a bicentennial celebration that seems to be breakfast the July 9 with multiple lanes, an old entry . remains dedicated to John, my best friend, and HH, who is now also my friend)
Tremendo poster, banners, doodles in the wind with an announcement worthy of the happy man: COMPRO FAILURES, says my brain that I read in the lineup.
The pucha! I thought, then there is a type successful enough to afford to go through life buying foreign failures. Then
formed a picture in my mind that first-person account:
- Hi good afternoon ... you purchase failures?
- Yes, my friend. What I can help you?
- Well, see, I have a series of successive failures, each more portentous, that might be interested in purchasing.
- Are they original? - the guy asks, raising his left eyebrow. (Ah, Ladino, and started the objections to bargain)
- Look, original, what is being said ... there are original. I have a failed marriage important, but the end result I would say is acceptable. A failure as a player and two as a poet. And as a tinkerer, but with those boxes demon who sold on the Easy, say it's almost a tie, rather than a failure.
- Mmm ... I'm afraid that you are the standard selling classical ... typical ... if an old, would sell their gold on Tucuman Street ... And what expected from the sale, we'll see? What I had in mind?
- Upa! ... Estemm ...... do not know. Something of money ...? (Flushing evident. I hate the blood capillaries and involuntary vasodilation)
- ANYTHING?! of! !...? money He exclaims, question, hawks do not know how did you get that odd tone in three words-"Four failures per hundred dollars you say? A relatively mundane barter, if I'm getting this right? Not even entered his head that a subject so powerful as to buy from you in return failure could provide ... say ... a success? A minute or modest success, at least?
- Wow, sorry ... no ... I had not thought ...
- No I had thought! The typical response of the losers!
begin to retreat to the door, scared to father and lord, when it closes with a bang Stephen King movie. He glanced behind the counter, because now I guess I'm in horror at the gates of Hades, a door has to have the underworld in Monte Grande, and which aim mine, I got through it in search of a business than more delirious and impossible. Will pointed tail finished the event successful? "Breath of sulfur?
- For God and the Virgin desatanudos! - brama the homeowner. Ah, no, then it is not Lucifer, sigh I do not know what relief, but my mind only reaches dicriminar stunned that Satan would not invoke God at any time.
- And Itatí Virgin and San Roque sores! - still screaming.
Now I'm scrubbed, not only was not bad, but it seems like the competition. And it is not much to negotiate, any fishing you quit, you know the secrets, I'm lost.
- I think I recall, I apologize for the confusion ... -babble with a thread of voice so thin it seems to be cut as a silk thread stale.
- That! Confusion! It is the fifth person in the same afternoon that comes with that little speech! What a generous country! But you do me the favor queriddda (says support the tongue against the incisors in the style HH) and read WELL the sign at the entrance!
Salgo. Recoil. Leo. Or try, because the buyer furious spits me without giving me time:
- BOTTLES is what I buy, girl! JARS ! For I have already failure of my own perfume company ... you clear now?
She looked pale and unkempt, the eyebrows so high they seemed to lean perdérsele on the forehead. I felt sorry for, despite the unwarranted outburst.
- Had able to buy a type failures, this is sure to be a bastard flower - said, returning to treat you, returning to his chair, his table Beretta, in search of original containers miserable where catch a whiff of success that never was.
Dedicated to John, he read in the lineup the same as me, and inspired me this crazy story.
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