(from: HISTORY OF A ROOM)
with soundtrack: angel-skin camilo sesto
guess it was at first sight. Sight. His eyes saw and their hearts were intertwined. Pure and true love, the kind that are no longer, same Mexican novel. They were without a partner, each needed the other. But not yet, or what we mean. Here I make a small count of first months they met.
The jaw was tall, long hair (hair Tupac Amaru) and clumsy-looking something to say mongolón.
The soup was small, but also long hair parted on the side and completely become the most cojinova the group. (His biggest dream is to eat a pistachio ice cream)
Wait, wait, something does not block me. The jaw was ... The soup was ... Does the jaw? Is the soup? He + He "? WHAT THE FUCK! I mean, bread and bread. But let that pass, in the XXI century. (FIESTA FIESTA .. BOOM BOOM ...) Unfortunately
in Peru are still conservative-minded (at least during the day) that will not bear these things (at least during the day.) Now, what to do. The solution: I'll be your amix, you'll be my amix. Amixer will be better so we can ride together all day without anyone suspecting. Walk together, sit together, talk together, groups together, etc. All in secret, hidden, like lovers.
feared the prejudice and rejection, but their love is so intense that be from Monday to Friday from 1pm to 6pm I was kid. So they enrolled - together of course-in guitar lessons on Saturdays. Well, all tranqui up there. What? only two friends who want to study guitar, the guitar is a cool instrument, normalazo. Was little and still wanted more. Then they went to the TUNA. god girl @ s they were thinking. Sticking to the TUNA is shouting at me world, I am gay so what. SOOOOOY GAAAAY.
As realized this, they withdrew, however it was too late ...
