Sunday, June 7 10:23
Well I hit the pills, I could write relatively quiet early history with Pia, there came two years full of experiences of realizing that I will pass under my captivity, the last one that I have and trying to be a prisoner writer, people and circumstances that I have here are namely, Pia, Sofia, neglect of the administrator of the office of Manzanillo the famous Mr. Bueno and Alejandro Gomez alias "Humpty Dumpty", the ineffable Manzanillo customs agent who had While the destination to put in my path.
No negative fact that you can charge most circumstances it would be fool by others, (I use this term to take care of cleanliness in my writing and avoid saying stupid), but the negligence of a public servant, that from your desktop, and using subordinates to "no interference" and / or "to show their power" has damage ability for life to a human being, whose disadvantages are not rich, or have contacts is unforgivable. If this book goes on sale will have two objectives, the first is that I win a Lanit, and the second report to Mr. Manuel Bueno, General Manager of the Office of Manzanillo. Don Felipe hopefully not try to hide it, as does the Vatican with pedophile priests, through laws and regulations, which are nothing more than bureaucratic maze punishment to prevent such disastrous "servers" public. And you better stop because I'm "encaboronando", says Cato to Master (Armando Fuentes Aguirre), who for me, his only "but", is a believer.
Speaking to Chelsea, before she left, I remember he said something very wise in one of our meetings philosophical when I first had been issued (but not signed up) statement.
- "... and the bad thing is you do not believe in God, old man," he said seriously ...
- "True Chelito, I think now would"
- "Sure! you think I believe in the "skinny" (as he said to God), because I know it exists? ... no one has, I believe the reason I need it. Need to know that even a criminal, someone other than my mommy and my daughter loves me, someone who is not criminal like me. I do not care whether God exists or not, I'm interested to know that power protects me when I'm breaking a window or jumping a fence or looking for silver in a home to me many times I have shot dead, there, just We are "skinny and I am against the" cops "and" Ratis "(police), I need it to an accomplice, because of my fellow idiots are not much reliable. And the skinny ... "Is my best accessory."
- "Then bring me good provider ... as the Chelsea of" Giles "(victims) is not as effective as yours, but then, according to your theory, about which there is one God, does not work."
- "Ah Mexican belt, you're always taking crap, but now that you mention it, I've always said," everyone has their fate "(just my luck I have it and I have the luck of others), I think so is with God ... everyone has their God, "he said with certainty.
- "Oh my Chelo as theological ..."
- "So that Mexican asshole?"
asked - "Theological studying God as science," said ...
- "What I am going, if not I finished second grade," she recalled
- "You have heard that in the Bible, I do not know which part says "God created man in His image and likeness"? "
asked -" Well, if similar to Ricky Martin, if he would pull, but imagine the God of Perucho ... ja ja ja ja ...! "We laugh together remembering what it was unfortunate that Macario physically.
- "If ...", I said "ugly him and his God ... ugly, beautiful duet ..."
- "Pray that you want another in his image and likeness," said "a Perucho already have."
- "So what I think is, that man creates his god, according to their own needs ..." I said, trying to structure the sense that God was on the Cello ...
- "Yes, my god is a choro (offender ) the good, and yours as it would be Mexican? "
-" Mine would be my god ... how ...? if you need to create me a god ... "I said scratching my head, as if by this action would come the answer," click Chelo and put me think, I think you've hit the jackpot. No I believe in God because I do not need, if not, as all who believe because they have been reinforced for me that met my needs and to believe "is complete.
- "Tas pa la cagada Mexico, at least those whom we have to ask us out of here."
- "Yeah, but you see they do not comply ..."
- "They did not, as I'm going next month ..." she said hopefully.
- "You bastard, but that is no longer God is the judge or god so fucking slow and bureaucratic searched you ..." "I remember the day we went to the Catholic Mass, I asked because he had received communion ..."
reminded him - "Yes, and what came out" asshole "?"
- "Even as he sent the letter to the Human Rights Commission, asking for my freedom, he would exhaust every possible to achieve it. The Commission is asked to void my mind to God in communion asked him to take me out this Sunday, and you saw ... or your lights bastard. "
-" Ah yes, "he said with a laugh," you said clemency I do not know that other crap they were petitioning the court or the committees and parliaments, but you only care about God's miracles ... hahaha ... you are the Mexican shit. "
After all the wisdom that Chelsea and said not to name any author, was "I think out of necessity, there has their need to believe and others do not have, this need generates a lot of emotional attachments we have if I had the need to believe, would be by my desire that the dying can return to see my kids and family, almost all who believe, rely heavily on their need for God when they die are reunited with loved ones ... no accepted as finite beings, but I believe and what I sincerely believe that when you die it's all over, Borges said that the dead are ghosts that dwell in us, I think is the most that I can hope, that my quality of being finite slightly prolonged more after my death as a ghost dwelling in those who love me and remember, but it will be them, I ... I will no longer be or I will .... " Uta
now I nailed it again dissertations, Milla sang a very wise rola "probre of probre (sic) that the sky does not work ... so fuck here, fuck there." Undoubtedly one of the main functions of the church, the poor into believing that just as things are going wrong here I go beyond low-mother, so many ideas are repressed social transgressions, what would happen if they were told to the poor "Gentlemen, we have two stories, the first is good or bad, depending on take it and the second as the first, God does not exist, the second after this life there is nothing more than "Let It Go" not "party", "The mother of all naps."
food is coming ...
13:32
The food arrived, fried chicken, green beans and mashed potatoes cream for dessert a diazepam, then came the Cete for a game of chess, in the first game had not passed seven plays when I had no queen, I defended in the second over as the eighth goodbye queen, a rook and two bishops, in both games ... I gave
- "And now old, you bring concentrate!" Cete
ordered
- "It took me a diazepam" confessed
- "You have???, how are you???" he said as a child who has been advised of the presence of cookies in the house
- " I do not know, you want ...? "
asked -" If ... pulenta! Give me two ... "I checked
begged my reservations and gave him a ..." in the next pa old reason we take them together to estimate never again be a slaughter. "
Then I told him when I stopped.
- "Well, it is with what he was the day I caught ..." said diazepanes referring to.
- "How? Mexican pepo were you? "Asked surprised
-" Very pepo! "Confessed
-" And what happened? "
-" I do not remember much, was in a very elegant store, tried to commit the crime, I remember that I took a coffee and Sophie were in an office when I called the mess that had been, so when the police arrived I told him that she knew nothing, anyway handcuffed us and she was taken to Moreover, since that day I saw her again. "
-" Who is Sophia? "
-" The friend of my wife ... "
-" And do not fuck her? "Asked curiously
-" No ... "I confess
hurt -" Ah, that asshole you are old, and then ... what happened? "
-" I was put into a cell and slept, I do not know what day it was, I remember in my dreams that I was interrogated twice, but I do not remember about what, when I woke up and was in a cell Moabit a Russian. The police interrogated me at the trial and said he did not think it was the first time, because during the interrogation was very quiet and very nice. "I said
-" Click rati asshole! "said
-" Yeah, the stress came after me and I was not far away, but sometimes with the candy, "I said referring to benzodiazepines.
- "pa had the old shit ..."
- "Yes, it was bullshit ..." I agreed
- "Write it, is very funny ..."
- "Yes" I said gloomily, "I still cry when I laugh ... "
-" You say pure crap old ...
We lay another two games, I gave up both in the third but it would also guard came to stop this cowardly ...
earrings for today ... Formula 1 Turkey, Rolland Garros, Alina remember, Efren and Sebastian, lecture if I ran and love for the cataplines squat and scratch, as well, an hour's walk. 21:04
not had the nap tremendous hit me, not only just started the first set of the final of Roland Garros when "the bohemian fell in the tremendous nap ..." ... And to me awhile ago heard on the news that Federer finally won the famous French Open.
I note with concern that only took me 274 pages Journal-fiction, these serve and who knows how fast time goes by, if I started writing on 3 May, and was 8 ?..., and check ... was May 8 or June 7 will now 31-8 = 23 + 7 = 30 days, 30 days I wrote 276 pages, which are 276 30 ..., 9 leaves per day, few ... I have to go with the anecdotes .
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