Death constant beyond love
Senator Onesimo Sanchez lacked six months and eleven days, dying when he found the woman of his life. He met the Viceroy at Rosal, a small illusion that night was an illegal dock for ocean-going vessels of smugglers, and instead looked like full sun most useless corner of the desert, facing a sea arid and aimless, and as far away from everything that no one would have suspected that there lived someone capable of twisting the fate of anyone. Even his name seemed a mockery, because the only rose that was in that town took the senator Onesimo Sanchez on the same afternoon he met Laura Farina.
was unavoidable scale in the election campaign in four years. In the morning the vans had arrived celebrities. Then came the trucks with the Indians who had to hire people to complete the multitude of public events. Shortly before eleven, with music and fireworks and campers of the delegation, arrived in his car color ministerial strawberry soda. Senator Onesimo Sanchez was placid and timeless in the car cooled, but as soon as he opened the door, shook him a breath of fire and natural silk shirt was soaked in a soup livid, and felt many years older and only than ever. In real life had just turned 42, had graduated with honors from a metallurgical engineer at Gottingen, and was a persistent reader but without much luck of the badly translated Latin classics. He was married to a German who was radiant with five children, and all were happy at home, and he had been the happiest of all until it was announced three months earlier, I would be dead forever in the next Christmas.
while finishing the preparations for the public demonstration, the senator managed to stay only one hour in the house that had reserved for rest, before going to bed put in the drinking water had a natural pink kept alive through the desert, had lunch with the grain he was carrying scheme to avoid the repeated fried goat awaiting him in the rest of the day and took several pain pills before the scheduled time, so that relief will come first to the pain. Then he put the electric fan near the hammock and lay naked for fifteen minutes in the shadow of the rose, making a great mental distraction effort to avoid thinking about death as they slept. Apart from doctors, nobody knew who was sentenced to a fixed term, having decided to have her secret alone, without any change of life, and not by arrogance but by modesty.
He felt a complete mastery of his will when he reappeared in public at three in the afternoon, rested and clean, with linen trousers oil and a shirt painted flowers, and the soul entertained by the pain pills. However, the erosion of death was much more treacherous than he supposed, then climbing into the stands felt a strange contempt for those who fought the good fortune to shake his hand, and not pitied as at other times of the trains of barefoot Indians could hardly resist the embers of caliche in the square sterile. Silenced the applause with an order of the hand, almost angrily, and began to talk without gestures, his eyes fixed on the sea sighed heat. His voice was slow and serious water quality at rest, but the speech memorized crushed so many times it had occurred not tell the truth but in contrast to a fatalistic statement the fourth book of memories of Marcus Aurelius.
"We are here to defeat nature," he began, against all his convictions. We will not be the home for foundlings, orphans of God in the kingdom of thirst and exposure, the exiles in our own land. We will be others, ladies gentlemen, we will be great and happy.
were the modalities of their circus. As he spoke, his assistants threw handfuls of birds into the air of paper, and fake animals came to life, hovering over the platform table and went by sea. At the same time, other vans pulled from trees with leaves theater and felt planted behind the crowd in soil nitrate. Finally put together a cardboard facade of red brick houses and fake windows and covered her ranch real life miserable.
The senator continued speaking, with two quotations in Latin, to allow time for the charade. Promised rain machines, breeding animals portable table, oils of happiness that would grow vegetables in the caliche and flaps of pansies in the windows. When he saw that his fictional world was over, pointed his finger. "So
we, ladies and gentlemen, "he shouted. Look. So we will be. The crowd went
. A wallpaper liner passed behind houses, and was taller than the tallest houses in the city of artifice. Only the senator noted that by dint of being armed and unarmed, and brought from one place to another, "also the village board was riddled with overlapping elements, and was almost as poor and dusty and sad as the Viceroy Rosal . Nelson
Farina did not go to greet the senator for the first time in twelve years. Heard the speech from his hammock, between the remnants of the siesta, under the arbor cool a house without brushing tables that had been built with the same hands that hewed apothecary his first wife. He had escaped from prison and appeared in the Cayenne Rosal of the Viceroy in macaws innocent freighter, with a beautiful black and blasphemous to be found in Paramaribo, and who had a daughter. The woman died of natural causes shortly after and had no chance of the other pieces which sustained its own garden of cauliflower, but the whole buried and his Dutch name in the local cemetery. The daughter had inherited their color and their sizes, and yellow eyes and astonished father, and he had reason to believe he was raising the most beautiful woman in the world.
Since Senator Onesimus met Sanchez in the first campaign, Nelson Farina had begged his help to obtain a false identity card to put it safely of justice. The senator, gentle but firm, she had refused. Nelson Farina is not paid for several years, and whenever he found an occasion reiterated the request in a separate action. But he always had the same response. So this time he stayed in the dinghy, sentenced to rot in that burning alive den of buccaneers. When he heard the applause reached the head end, and over the fence stakes was the reverse of the farce: the pillars of the buildings, the framing of the trees, hidden illusionists pushing the liner. He spat his hatred.
"Merde," he said of c'est la politique Blacaman you.
After speech, as usual, the Senator did a walk through the village streets, between music and fireworks, and plagued by the common people who had their sentences. The senator listened good-natured, and always found a way to comfort all without making them difficult favors. A woman perched on the roof of a house, among his six young children, managed to make himself heard above the din and thunder of gunpowder.
"I did not ask for much, Senator," he said, no more than a donkey to fetch water from the Well of the Hangman.
The Senator was set at six emaciated children.
- What did your husband? He asked.
"He went to search destination on the island of Aruba," the woman of good humor, and what was found was an outsider of that diamonds are placed on the teeth.
response provoked a roar of laughter.
"Okay," the senator decided to have your ass.
Soon after, an aide took his wife home from a workhorse, whose backs had written a slogan painted eternal election so that no forget that it was a gift from the senator.
In the short distance of the street children made other gestures, and also gave a spoonful to a patient who had been out of bed at the front door to see him pass. In the last corner, between the stakes of the courtyard, he saw Nelson Farina in the hammock and it seemed gray and gloomy, but greeted him without affection
, "How is. Nelson Farina
squirmed in the dinghy and left him drenched in the amber of his eyes sad.
-Moi, vous savez "he said.
His daughter came to the courtyard to hear the greeting. She wore a gown worn ordinary guajira, and his head was trimmed with colored ribbons and painted face to the sun, but even in that state of apathy was possible to assume that there was nothing more beautiful in the world. Senator gasped.
- Carajo Sighed astonished pods occur to God!
That night, Nelson Farina daughter wore their best clothes and sent to the senator. Two guards armed with rifles, who head to heat the house provided, he was ordered to wait in the only chair in the lobby.
The senator was in the room adjoining the main meeting with the Viceroy del Rosal, who had been called to sing the truths hidden in speeches. They were so like always attending all peoples of the desert, which the senator felt the weariness of the same session every night. His shirt drenched in sweat and was secársela to the body with the warm breeze of electric fans that buzzed like a hornet in the heat of the room.
"We, of course, birds do not eat paper," he said. You and I know that the date on which the trees and flowers in the bog of goats, the date on which the shad Gusarapo rather than in shafts, that day, neither you nor I have anything to do here. Am I right?
Nobody answered. As he spoke, the senator had pulled a chrome calendar and had to hand a paper butterfly. Put it on the fan power, with no purpose, and the butterfly flew into the room and came out after the door ajar. The senator went on to a domain supported by the complicity of death. "Then
He said no I have to repeat what they already know too well: that my re-election business is better for you than for me because I'm up to here with bad water and sweat of Indians, and you live that change.
Laura Farina was leaving the paper butterfly. She only saw the hall because the guard had fallen asleep on the benches with their rifles embraced. After several rounds of large butterfly lithographed completely unfolded, flattened against the wall, and glued to it. Laura Farina tried to tear it with fingernails. One of the guards awakened by the applause in the next room, said his attempt vain.
"You can not start," she said dreamily. It is painted on the wall. Laura Farina
sat down when men began to leave the meeting. The senator stood in the doorway of the room, his hand on the doorknob, and Laura Farina discovered only when the hall was empty.
- What doing here?
-C 'est la part de mon pere, "she said.
Senator understood. Guard peered sleepily peered then Laura Farina, whose beauty was more urgent unlikely that your pain, and then decided that he decided to death. "Come
"He said. Laura Farina
marveled at the door of the room: thousands of bank notes floating in the air, fluttering like a butterfly. But the senator turned off the fan, and tickets were left without air, v things fell upon the room.
"I smiled to see the shit fly. Laura
Farina sat on a stool as a schoolboy. Her skin was smooth and tense, with the same color and the same solar density of crude oil, and her hair was filly's mane and enormous eyes were clearer than light. The senator continued the thread of his eyes and found the rose end soiled by salt.
"It's a rose," he said.
"Yes," she said with a trace of bewilderment, I met them in Rlohacha.
Senator sat on a camp bed, speaking of roses, as she unbuttoned his shirt. On the side, where he was supposed to be the heart within the chest, had a tattoo of a heart Corsair hooked. He threw on the floor wet shirt and Laura Farina asked to help him take off his boots.
She knelt in front of the cot. The senator continued gazing thoughtfully, and while he's zafaba cords were asked which of the two would be the misfortune of that meeting.
"You are a child," he said.
"Do not think," she said. I'm turning 19 in April.
Senator inquired. "What
day.
-Eleven, "she said.
Senator felt better. "We Aries" he said. He added, smiling: "It's
the sign of loneliness. Laura Farina
paid no attention as they do not know what to do with the boots. The senator, meanwhile, did not know what to do with Laura Farina, because he was not accustomed to the unexpected love, and also knew that it had originated from the indignity. Only to gain time to think Laura Farina imprisoned with his knees, held her by the waist and lay back on the cot. Then she realized that she was naked under her dress, because the body exhaled a fragrance dark forest animals, but his skin comzón frightened and bewildered by an icy sweat. "Nobody
we want, "he sighed. Laura Farina
meant something, but the air just enough for him to breathe. The lay down beside her to help her, turned off the light and the room was in the shadow of the rose. She was abandoned to the mercy of their fate. Senator stroked slowly, tried his hand without touching it slightly, but I expected to find a hindrance encountered iron.
- What you got there?
-A lock, "she said.
- What nonsense! "Said the senator, furious, and asked what he knew too well:" Where's the key? Laura Farina
relieved.
-La is my dad, "he said. He told me to tell you that send for a self and to send him a written undertaking that he will fix your situation.
Senator stiffened. "Frenchy bastard," muttered indignantly. Then he closed his eyes to relax, and found himself in the dark. Remember, "he recalled be you or anyone else, you will be dead within a very short time, and shortly thereafter not be of vosotros ni siquiera el nombre. Esperó a que pasara el escalofrío.
—Dime una cosa —preguntó entonces—: ¿Qué has oído decir de mí?
—¿La verdad de verdad?
—La verdad de verdad.
—Bueno Laura Farina, "he ventured," they say you are worse than others, because it is different.
The senator did not change. He was a long silence, eyes closed, and when he looked back open their innermost instincts.
"What the hell, the bastard decided to" tell your father that I will fix your issue.
-Si I myself want the key, "said Laura Farina. The senator held
.
"Forget about the key," he said and sleep awhile with me. It's good to be with someone when you're alone.
Then she laid on her shoulder with her eyes fixed on the rose. The senator hugged her waist, hid her face in her armpit forest animals and succumbed to terror. Six months and eleven days later he died in the same position, perverted and despised by the public scandal of Laura Farina, and tears of rage to die without it.
was unavoidable scale in the election campaign in four years. In the morning the vans had arrived celebrities. Then came the trucks with the Indians who had to hire people to complete the multitude of public events. Shortly before eleven, with music and fireworks and campers of the delegation, arrived in his car color ministerial strawberry soda. Senator Onesimo Sanchez was placid and timeless in the car cooled, but as soon as he opened the door, shook him a breath of fire and natural silk shirt was soaked in a soup livid, and felt many years older and only than ever. In real life had just turned 42, had graduated with honors from a metallurgical engineer at Gottingen, and was a persistent reader but without much luck of the badly translated Latin classics. He was married to a German who was radiant with five children, and all were happy at home, and he had been the happiest of all until it was announced three months earlier, I would be dead forever in the next Christmas.
while finishing the preparations for the public demonstration, the senator managed to stay only one hour in the house that had reserved for rest, before going to bed put in the drinking water had a natural pink kept alive through the desert, had lunch with the grain he was carrying scheme to avoid the repeated fried goat awaiting him in the rest of the day and took several pain pills before the scheduled time, so that relief will come first to the pain. Then he put the electric fan near the hammock and lay naked for fifteen minutes in the shadow of the rose, making a great mental distraction effort to avoid thinking about death as they slept. Apart from doctors, nobody knew who was sentenced to a fixed term, having decided to have her secret alone, without any change of life, and not by arrogance but by modesty.
He felt a complete mastery of his will when he reappeared in public at three in the afternoon, rested and clean, with linen trousers oil and a shirt painted flowers, and the soul entertained by the pain pills. However, the erosion of death was much more treacherous than he supposed, then climbing into the stands felt a strange contempt for those who fought the good fortune to shake his hand, and not pitied as at other times of the trains of barefoot Indians could hardly resist the embers of caliche in the square sterile. Silenced the applause with an order of the hand, almost angrily, and began to talk without gestures, his eyes fixed on the sea sighed heat. His voice was slow and serious water quality at rest, but the speech memorized crushed so many times it had occurred not tell the truth but in contrast to a fatalistic statement the fourth book of memories of Marcus Aurelius.
"We are here to defeat nature," he began, against all his convictions. We will not be the home for foundlings, orphans of God in the kingdom of thirst and exposure, the exiles in our own land. We will be others, ladies gentlemen, we will be great and happy.
were the modalities of their circus. As he spoke, his assistants threw handfuls of birds into the air of paper, and fake animals came to life, hovering over the platform table and went by sea. At the same time, other vans pulled from trees with leaves theater and felt planted behind the crowd in soil nitrate. Finally put together a cardboard facade of red brick houses and fake windows and covered her ranch real life miserable.
The senator continued speaking, with two quotations in Latin, to allow time for the charade. Promised rain machines, breeding animals portable table, oils of happiness that would grow vegetables in the caliche and flaps of pansies in the windows. When he saw that his fictional world was over, pointed his finger. "So
we, ladies and gentlemen, "he shouted. Look. So we will be. The crowd went
. A wallpaper liner passed behind houses, and was taller than the tallest houses in the city of artifice. Only the senator noted that by dint of being armed and unarmed, and brought from one place to another, "also the village board was riddled with overlapping elements, and was almost as poor and dusty and sad as the Viceroy Rosal . Nelson
Farina did not go to greet the senator for the first time in twelve years. Heard the speech from his hammock, between the remnants of the siesta, under the arbor cool a house without brushing tables that had been built with the same hands that hewed apothecary his first wife. He had escaped from prison and appeared in the Cayenne Rosal of the Viceroy in macaws innocent freighter, with a beautiful black and blasphemous to be found in Paramaribo, and who had a daughter. The woman died of natural causes shortly after and had no chance of the other pieces which sustained its own garden of cauliflower, but the whole buried and his Dutch name in the local cemetery. The daughter had inherited their color and their sizes, and yellow eyes and astonished father, and he had reason to believe he was raising the most beautiful woman in the world.
Since Senator Onesimus met Sanchez in the first campaign, Nelson Farina had begged his help to obtain a false identity card to put it safely of justice. The senator, gentle but firm, she had refused. Nelson Farina is not paid for several years, and whenever he found an occasion reiterated the request in a separate action. But he always had the same response. So this time he stayed in the dinghy, sentenced to rot in that burning alive den of buccaneers. When he heard the applause reached the head end, and over the fence stakes was the reverse of the farce: the pillars of the buildings, the framing of the trees, hidden illusionists pushing the liner. He spat his hatred.
"Merde," he said of c'est la politique Blacaman you.
After speech, as usual, the Senator did a walk through the village streets, between music and fireworks, and plagued by the common people who had their sentences. The senator listened good-natured, and always found a way to comfort all without making them difficult favors. A woman perched on the roof of a house, among his six young children, managed to make himself heard above the din and thunder of gunpowder.
"I did not ask for much, Senator," he said, no more than a donkey to fetch water from the Well of the Hangman.
The Senator was set at six emaciated children.
- What did your husband? He asked.
"He went to search destination on the island of Aruba," the woman of good humor, and what was found was an outsider of that diamonds are placed on the teeth.
response provoked a roar of laughter.
"Okay," the senator decided to have your ass.
Soon after, an aide took his wife home from a workhorse, whose backs had written a slogan painted eternal election so that no forget that it was a gift from the senator.
In the short distance of the street children made other gestures, and also gave a spoonful to a patient who had been out of bed at the front door to see him pass. In the last corner, between the stakes of the courtyard, he saw Nelson Farina in the hammock and it seemed gray and gloomy, but greeted him without affection
, "How is. Nelson Farina
squirmed in the dinghy and left him drenched in the amber of his eyes sad.
-Moi, vous savez "he said.
His daughter came to the courtyard to hear the greeting. She wore a gown worn ordinary guajira, and his head was trimmed with colored ribbons and painted face to the sun, but even in that state of apathy was possible to assume that there was nothing more beautiful in the world. Senator gasped.
- Carajo Sighed astonished pods occur to God!
That night, Nelson Farina daughter wore their best clothes and sent to the senator. Two guards armed with rifles, who head to heat the house provided, he was ordered to wait in the only chair in the lobby.
The senator was in the room adjoining the main meeting with the Viceroy del Rosal, who had been called to sing the truths hidden in speeches. They were so like always attending all peoples of the desert, which the senator felt the weariness of the same session every night. His shirt drenched in sweat and was secársela to the body with the warm breeze of electric fans that buzzed like a hornet in the heat of the room.
"We, of course, birds do not eat paper," he said. You and I know that the date on which the trees and flowers in the bog of goats, the date on which the shad Gusarapo rather than in shafts, that day, neither you nor I have anything to do here. Am I right?
Nobody answered. As he spoke, the senator had pulled a chrome calendar and had to hand a paper butterfly. Put it on the fan power, with no purpose, and the butterfly flew into the room and came out after the door ajar. The senator went on to a domain supported by the complicity of death. "Then
He said no I have to repeat what they already know too well: that my re-election business is better for you than for me because I'm up to here with bad water and sweat of Indians, and you live that change.
Laura Farina was leaving the paper butterfly. She only saw the hall because the guard had fallen asleep on the benches with their rifles embraced. After several rounds of large butterfly lithographed completely unfolded, flattened against the wall, and glued to it. Laura Farina tried to tear it with fingernails. One of the guards awakened by the applause in the next room, said his attempt vain.
"You can not start," she said dreamily. It is painted on the wall. Laura Farina
sat down when men began to leave the meeting. The senator stood in the doorway of the room, his hand on the doorknob, and Laura Farina discovered only when the hall was empty.
- What doing here?
-C 'est la part de mon pere, "she said.
Senator understood. Guard peered sleepily peered then Laura Farina, whose beauty was more urgent unlikely that your pain, and then decided that he decided to death. "Come
"He said. Laura Farina
marveled at the door of the room: thousands of bank notes floating in the air, fluttering like a butterfly. But the senator turned off the fan, and tickets were left without air, v things fell upon the room.
"I smiled to see the shit fly. Laura
Farina sat on a stool as a schoolboy. Her skin was smooth and tense, with the same color and the same solar density of crude oil, and her hair was filly's mane and enormous eyes were clearer than light. The senator continued the thread of his eyes and found the rose end soiled by salt.
"It's a rose," he said.
"Yes," she said with a trace of bewilderment, I met them in Rlohacha.
Senator sat on a camp bed, speaking of roses, as she unbuttoned his shirt. On the side, where he was supposed to be the heart within the chest, had a tattoo of a heart Corsair hooked. He threw on the floor wet shirt and Laura Farina asked to help him take off his boots.
She knelt in front of the cot. The senator continued gazing thoughtfully, and while he's zafaba cords were asked which of the two would be the misfortune of that meeting.
"You are a child," he said.
"Do not think," she said. I'm turning 19 in April.
Senator inquired. "What
day.
-Eleven, "she said.
Senator felt better. "We Aries" he said. He added, smiling: "It's
the sign of loneliness. Laura Farina
paid no attention as they do not know what to do with the boots. The senator, meanwhile, did not know what to do with Laura Farina, because he was not accustomed to the unexpected love, and also knew that it had originated from the indignity. Only to gain time to think Laura Farina imprisoned with his knees, held her by the waist and lay back on the cot. Then she realized that she was naked under her dress, because the body exhaled a fragrance dark forest animals, but his skin comzón frightened and bewildered by an icy sweat. "Nobody
we want, "he sighed. Laura Farina
meant something, but the air just enough for him to breathe. The lay down beside her to help her, turned off the light and the room was in the shadow of the rose. She was abandoned to the mercy of their fate. Senator stroked slowly, tried his hand without touching it slightly, but I expected to find a hindrance encountered iron.
- What you got there?
-A lock, "she said.
- What nonsense! "Said the senator, furious, and asked what he knew too well:" Where's the key? Laura Farina
relieved.
-La is my dad, "he said. He told me to tell you that send for a self and to send him a written undertaking that he will fix your situation.
Senator stiffened. "Frenchy bastard," muttered indignantly. Then he closed his eyes to relax, and found himself in the dark. Remember, "he recalled be you or anyone else, you will be dead within a very short time, and shortly thereafter not be of vosotros ni siquiera el nombre. Esperó a que pasara el escalofrío.
—Dime una cosa —preguntó entonces—: ¿Qué has oído decir de mí?
—¿La verdad de verdad?
—La verdad de verdad.
—Bueno Laura Farina, "he ventured," they say you are worse than others, because it is different.
The senator did not change. He was a long silence, eyes closed, and when he looked back open their innermost instincts.
"What the hell, the bastard decided to" tell your father that I will fix your issue.
-Si I myself want the key, "said Laura Farina. The senator held
.
"Forget about the key," he said and sleep awhile with me. It's good to be with someone when you're alone.
Then she laid on her shoulder with her eyes fixed on the rose. The senator hugged her waist, hid her face in her armpit forest animals and succumbed to terror. Six months and eleven days later he died in the same position, perverted and despised by the public scandal of Laura Farina, and tears of rage to die without it.
Author: Gabriel García Márquez (Colombia, 1928-Nobel Prize for Literature). His nickname is Gabo. Excellent writer and journalist. It's vast production. I chose the book: The sad and amazing story of Erendida Candida and Her Heartless Grandmother, (7 stories). I gave it my teacher of physics, the cuckoo 'Pilot 3rd. year (year 72) - Belkis Severino, love this. The 7 stories are great. It is a pleasure to read!
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