"SMILE LIKE A CAT" Dedicated to the boys and girls
I must confess to be absent from the Middle me sadness. So I write about something simple that would make me happy. Popular topics that generate great views, I know manure. A few weeks ago, a Wednesday like any other, leaving the Congress, in the middle of a tune manifestation of unsuspecting and ambitious Colombian injured by the fall of DMG. I proved futile harangues of the horde so loudly shouted: "David, my friend, the people are with you" and to top it off, calling freedom. Have come to the jungle this claim, the hostages would have wept rage. I remembered the stories my parents about Pablo Escobar. While the boss put a bomb in a shopping center, terrorist act that took on fatalities, people celebrated by an anti-sense, defended the criminal who came to be called "Robin Hood" because it made up for social welfare functions, typical of the state. This somehow proves that the people are disappointed the scheme. And even worse, who will do anything-even idolize drug dealers, to express their discontent, which is nothing but a degenerate anarchy end configuration of two states: one legal and one negligent but bold but unhealthy. So the things that between the devil (not Alfonso Cano) and choose.
Driven by loneliness and downs of finding themselves lacking in Bogotá, I walked across the Plaza de Bolívar. Each step sounded like military troop. It had rained all afternoon and crossing puddles generated by a sound similar to that of blood when her children are on Bombay, Vietnam, Spain, Medellín. The world. I moved forward and back was the Capitol with those guests, mostly parents of the motherland and "lobbyists."
thought vain to reach the Cathedral to find Jennifer, my girlfriend, Caqueta, the girl's eyes the color of wheat, but I had back to reality and endure the smell of manure that leaves behind ... mounted police. There was no woman like her. Ladies Only full of ornaments and the occasional congressman with 10 people behind as guided by the scent issuing tickets. Suddenly a little girl 9 years with a voice tender and spontaneous, he said: "Dad, look at the moon." It should not amaze me because children often wonder at things that we are normal events. I was glad the following expression: "it seems the smile of a cat." I had never seen so much intelligence in such a small body. I even make fun of the Lawgiver. Priest remembered with misery to Rozo and me came the soul outrage their sexual practices with children had nausea while parked in my mind for over 180 violations by Garavito, I burned the head when images of the child walked Luis Santiago and the balances left occupied Palestine of children killed as when a stock is settled, I was struck by the statement of counsel for the International Criminal Court, Ekkhehard Withopf, referring to the case of Lubanga, the militia of Congo convicted of child recruitment, "Lubanga ordered train children to kill, Lubanga made them kill and Lubanga let it die "and I heard the line more martyrdom mathematician and criminal the man who killed a girl with a machete in Plano. To save me from sudden death, I returned to the phrase small smile and tried to set the cat. I kept looking at the sky and discovered it had more color and magic in that piece of the moon that all the people around them. The soil were the metaphors and the poets of the world who wrote about the moon. The 9 year old girl had given them a lesson and that is that the world is saved from the atrocities to come, we must rescue the sensitivity, because until then the night was for me a piece of frosted sheet and bitten by rats. Did not stop my interpretations illustrated and stupid: cat grin? Discover that poetry are two: a soul inspiring and a scavenger substance. My precarious knowledge and Discovery Channel file not enough to make the greatness of the sentence. I submitted my view the "smile" and "cat." Only there was a relationship between "hyena" and "smile" the cat was not anywhere. So why did the girl said? Not anymore. I decided that I would not delve into vain. I look tired and cross and incoherent words as "Yidispolítica", "the narco-state", the "dmgpolítica" and everything to a journalist or political opinion happens to generate and a morphosyntactic grammar and detailed study, no relationship whatsoever. Then
not analyzed further. If the child had said was true or at least simple and as simple, necessary. Stubborn I looked the moon and was surprised to see that even the cat smiled. Silly, I replied in an instant soliloquy. What will that be the smile of a cat. It is a rare coincidence. But the rays that surrounded the moon seemed real whiskers. At school I learned that these hairs function as olfactory sensors, which means that the cat sniffing the night ... can not be returned to reproach myself. What if the little one is right? If indeed it is a cat? It is a fantastic animal. With the most beautiful smile I've seen. A smile made of diamonds.
In an instant the night put a blanket over the cat. And I could not see her smile, so I inserted it into a supermarket and bought bread, some fruit, milk - and came to think of the cat. I went back and looked everywhere but no but the girl was gone. We may never see her again. I drove up the steps to the parking lot, opened the car door, threw the bags in the back, I missed again to Jennifer, look to the sky and what a surprise: the cat took away the blanket and smiled.
Driven by loneliness and downs of finding themselves lacking in Bogotá, I walked across the Plaza de Bolívar. Each step sounded like military troop. It had rained all afternoon and crossing puddles generated by a sound similar to that of blood when her children are on Bombay, Vietnam, Spain, Medellín. The world. I moved forward and back was the Capitol with those guests, mostly parents of the motherland and "lobbyists."
thought vain to reach the Cathedral to find Jennifer, my girlfriend, Caqueta, the girl's eyes the color of wheat, but I had back to reality and endure the smell of manure that leaves behind ... mounted police. There was no woman like her. Ladies Only full of ornaments and the occasional congressman with 10 people behind as guided by the scent issuing tickets. Suddenly a little girl 9 years with a voice tender and spontaneous, he said: "Dad, look at the moon." It should not amaze me because children often wonder at things that we are normal events. I was glad the following expression: "it seems the smile of a cat." I had never seen so much intelligence in such a small body. I even make fun of the Lawgiver. Priest remembered with misery to Rozo and me came the soul outrage their sexual practices with children had nausea while parked in my mind for over 180 violations by Garavito, I burned the head when images of the child walked Luis Santiago and the balances left occupied Palestine of children killed as when a stock is settled, I was struck by the statement of counsel for the International Criminal Court, Ekkhehard Withopf, referring to the case of Lubanga, the militia of Congo convicted of child recruitment, "Lubanga ordered train children to kill, Lubanga made them kill and Lubanga let it die "and I heard the line more martyrdom mathematician and criminal the man who killed a girl with a machete in Plano. To save me from sudden death, I returned to the phrase small smile and tried to set the cat. I kept looking at the sky and discovered it had more color and magic in that piece of the moon that all the people around them. The soil were the metaphors and the poets of the world who wrote about the moon. The 9 year old girl had given them a lesson and that is that the world is saved from the atrocities to come, we must rescue the sensitivity, because until then the night was for me a piece of frosted sheet and bitten by rats. Did not stop my interpretations illustrated and stupid: cat grin? Discover that poetry are two: a soul inspiring and a scavenger substance. My precarious knowledge and Discovery Channel file not enough to make the greatness of the sentence. I submitted my view the "smile" and "cat." Only there was a relationship between "hyena" and "smile" the cat was not anywhere. So why did the girl said? Not anymore. I decided that I would not delve into vain. I look tired and cross and incoherent words as "Yidispolítica", "the narco-state", the "dmgpolítica" and everything to a journalist or political opinion happens to generate and a morphosyntactic grammar and detailed study, no relationship whatsoever. Then
not analyzed further. If the child had said was true or at least simple and as simple, necessary. Stubborn I looked the moon and was surprised to see that even the cat smiled. Silly, I replied in an instant soliloquy. What will that be the smile of a cat. It is a rare coincidence. But the rays that surrounded the moon seemed real whiskers. At school I learned that these hairs function as olfactory sensors, which means that the cat sniffing the night ... can not be returned to reproach myself. What if the little one is right? If indeed it is a cat? It is a fantastic animal. With the most beautiful smile I've seen. A smile made of diamonds.
In an instant the night put a blanket over the cat. And I could not see her smile, so I inserted it into a supermarket and bought bread, some fruit, milk - and came to think of the cat. I went back and looked everywhere but no but the girl was gone. We may never see her again. I drove up the steps to the parking lot, opened the car door, threw the bags in the back, I missed again to Jennifer, look to the sky and what a surprise: the cat took away the blanket and smiled.
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