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INGLES II
TAPACHULA, CHIAPAS
TEMA: “THE TRAIL OF YOUR BLOOD IN THE
SNOW”
"Nothing," Babe Daconte smiled, showing her finger with the diamond ring on
whose yolk the rose wound was barely noticeable. It's just a puncture.
Yesterday morning Before Bayonne it snowed again. It wasn't more than seven
o'clock, but a week ago they found the deserted streets and houses closed by the
fury of the drunken, and after many laps without finding a pharmacy they decided
to move on. Pedro Sanchez was happy
with the decision. He had an insatiable
passion for rare cars and a dad with too
many feelings of guilt and resources to
please him, and had never driven anything
like that convertible Bentley as a wedding
present. There was so much his
drunkenness in the steering wheel, that the
more he was less tired he felt. He was willing
to arrive that night in Bordeaux, where they
had the splendid hotel's bridal suite booked,
and there would be no opposing winds or
enough snow in the sky to prevent it. the day
before yesterday, she was exhausted,
especially by the last stretch of the road from
Madrid, which was a horn of goats whipped
by hail.So after Bayonne he wrapped a
handkerchief in the ring by squeezing it well to stop the blood that was still flowing,
and fell asleep thoroughly. Billy Sanchez didn't warn him until the edge of midnight,
after it's just snowed and the wind suddenly stopped among the pines, and the
landes sky filled with glacial stars. He had passed in front of the sleeping lights of
Bordeaux, but only stopped to fill the tank at a road station as he was still in the
mood to reach Paris breathlessly. Yesterday he was so happy with his large
25,000-pound toy that he didn't even wonder if he would also be the radiant
creature who slept by his side with the blood-soaked ring bandage, and whose
teenage dream, for the first time, was pierced by bursts of uncertainty.
Maria's parents had arrived last week at noon, and watched over the body in the
hospital chapel waiting until the last minute to find Billy Sanchez. Two months ago
his parents had also been informed, and were ready to fly to Paris, but in the end
they gave up a mix-up of telegrams. yesterday morning The funerals took place on
Sunday at two o'am, just two hundred meters from the sordid hotel room where
Peter dyed of solitude for Maria's love A week ago The official who had attended
him at the embassy told me years later that he himself received the telegram from
his chancellery an hour after Pedro Sanchez left his
office , and who was looking for him through the
stealth bars of Faubourg-St. Honoré. He confessed to
me that yesterday he had paid close attention to him
when he received it, because he would never have
imagined that that scabrow dazed with the novelty of
Paris, and with such a poorly worn lamb's coat, had
such an illustrious origin in his favour. On the same
Sunday night, while he endured the urge to cry with
rage, Maria's parents gave up the search and took the
embalmed body inside a metal coffin, and those who caught up with him continued
to repeat for many years that they had never seen a more beautiful woman, neither
alive nor dead. So by the time Pedro Sanchez finally entered the hospital on
Tuesday morning, he had already consummated his burial in the sad Pantheon of
manga, a few yards from the house where they had deciphered the first keys to
happiness. The Asian doctor who brought Pedro Sanchez up to speed of the
tragedy wanted to give him some soothing pills in the hospital room, but he turned
them down.
Last month he left without saying goodbye, with nothing to thank, thinking that all
he urgently needed was to find someone to break his mother into chains to get rid
of his misfortune. Last month When he left the hospital, he didn't even realize that
snow was falling from the sky with no trace of blood, whose tender, crisp flakes
looked like pigeon feathers, and that on the streets of Paris there was a party air,
two months ago because it was the first big snowfall in ten years.
The end
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