Happy happy new year. Valencia, Venezuela. Double
What thing is, what dance macabre intended to represent the two hearses running at full speed down the Avenida Bolivar Valencia, sometimes below the black body, sometimes the gray? It's three in the morning of January 1st and I've come to the street to think about my newborn son or perhaps to see the last glimpses of the fireworks, I find two coaches who seem to compete at night Valencia along the busy avenue, at this time only traveled by drunks, whores and wrong of all kinds. Moron
me, instead of asking which of the two coaches to win and reach first to the flask Guaparo if indeed this is the goal, the first question that goes through my mind is whether the float will be full or empty, if these coffins appear peep out of the rear glass does not contain or a lifeless body.
La kitsch Christmas momentarily makes me see in this situation a grotesque caricature of the death and resurrection: the death that runs through a hundred miles per hour or less deserted avenue and the man who takes to the streets to remember the face of his newborn. Luckily immediately gotten past that, I keep seeing in the parade that's already about to crash into the flask Guaparo anything that two coaches not to crash against Guaparo flask, stop the car and asked a beer hawker What:
- Do you have much time off, sir? "He cross-examines him.
"No, but ... Blatantly-up knowing that such a confession could easily cost me my life or wallet.
"Then he leaves very little because it is spending almost three years.
- Yes? "I say as opening the flow of information while the right hand I extend a five a sign and a sign that I will take at least a beer and he will not lose your time.
"Indeed, it is the undertaker Arismendi against the Salon. Make this competition every Friday at one o'clock. Sometimes win some, sometimes the other, but we bet everyone in town.
As he speaks, the coaches back, this time in the opposite direction, from north to south. And the gray takes at least twenty meters ahead.
-is that the race ends in CedeƱo Avenue, where they are doing underground work. Can not you see there is that they are the funeral? Which is winning is the undertaker Arismendi. I bet twenty Bs. Alfonso manages and I have said that he does not take thirty-one.
"But the result? How do you know a result? I ask impatiently, still half a bottle of beer in his left hand.
"I say by Radio America at three and a half.
"And the the the the ... -Stuttering, do it on purpose because I know that this is my question because I'm strong and ready to go, "coffins," are full or empty?
"Please. How can it happen? Sure are full. If not what would be the point.
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