hills here
by José Luis Gómez.
Living here in the normal hill actually has its risks, may not be as devastating as those run in, say, Oblates, or Miravalle, or the railroad, where one's life often equals one digit in the statistics recorded by the sensationalist, perhaps not such risks are so daunting, you become addicted joints and sophisticated alarm settler vigilante tactics, such as those faced by those living in Chapalita or in Providence, or those risks so desperate, full of anguish, so evident in the Ladron de Guevara, where you only have neighbors doctors or lawyers, and nothing more hours, and days . Here in the Normal Hill risks are different, and have to do more than anything else to the disruption of the ubiquity and its resulting entanglements of belonging, and its discriminatory overtones caused by the condition of adjoining, rubbings, with debauchery bravo underdeveloped district and Retiro Gardens glowing opulence Mayor.
Minerva I still remember how thou enveloped in thick layers of magnanimity, whenever you had to emphasize that your home was on the normal avenues here, the side where the houses do have a garage. And he'd say with that ring your voice and tone gangosito Cantaditas you've always come out perfectly, charming, and to hear you say, you could almost see the median of the avenue that separates Colinas del Retiro, pulling their soil to establish itself as a great protective wall of fierce invasion of pernicious fruit sellers in wooden carts and ladies in shawls offered land for the pots, one could almost see, while you, dear Minerva, supported in poses taken from magazines remarked with heart your mouth painted in a very discreet red strawberry, the whole distance Retirement lacks even touch the Normal Hill.
Needless to say the risks are to those who live here precisely to submit to an overwhelming flood of class prejudices that force us to use terms so exaggerated and extreme, to qualify for our neighboring colonies, and thereby also exposing the social weakness gnaw at us. "Underdevelopment debauchery" glowing opulence "we say, usually eligible, as if the withdrawal were a kind of Arroyo Hondo, and gardens outside Puerta de Hierro Mayor.
had in you, my friend, a way of saying things language so concise, sometimes sprinkled with English words, which immediately caught you in the world that he was building. I say "caught" I think wrongly, the word refers to a trapping by wayward media as would be deception or cowardice, and no, it was not, build your world rather cozy. For example you said: "We must leave this purpose does not it?" And the weekend suddenly charged another sense, that is, Friday night or Saturday, or sometimes both, became a cushioned seat in posarte that, and flight treparte the illusion, travel to the possession of the impossible, the place where your desires of that made her feel part of something so personal little hell away from the meager wages and the billboard of the TV at home, and so close to the clubs or a mall, say, the Klio or Plaza Pavilion . Here in the Normal Hill, we pay to cut your name whenever circumstances permit, identification and subtract words and appears only as hills, and add by subtracting, I admit. Joins in position, the sum in importance in the social scale, it acquires a different connotation Hills, and generates a brightness reference ever seen a remarkable effulgence, sudden, and showed a relationship, if nothing else whims of phonetics, or whims of our commitment stretches of reach, with the loftiness of Colinas de San Javier. Colinas, say, living in hills, and the circumstances we may say at once foreshadow despite our efforts to ignore it, a context very accurate and precise evidence in its slogan, which reveals the desire closer to reality.
how they fought against it Minervita? Minervita pretty girl, eternal wanderer of fashion shows imaginary realities ignominious fugitive incisive, comprehensive catalog of goodies, you take over a rigid attitude of behavior very well protected behind the thin veil of good manners, and thus convinced of the need for the superfluous, and made tangible the utility of the chimera. Nothing was more important than you feeling to be, believe you something to attract it, the slogan of putting yourself in the place felt to belong. Knew of brands, and its bright period, and I acknowledge your very clear insight to know when to stay away from any of them, in time, before you crawl out of the forefront and remain anchored in the scourge of stagnation, sighing sadness and longing for that retro come soon, and often saw so many girls in the neighborhood, friends of yours. I say "girls" instead of girls to finally hear your speech as you, so full of viper bite, thorough, useful astonishing accuracy to detect in others the slightest mistake lexicon, and most revealing hidden attitude of misery, you used to then punish with rigorous performance, because that was one way to approach your created reality which separated you from all that I could make clear or bad stop. Minerva fuck, how they fought against it!
is complex residence here in Hills, Hills normal course. If you want you can stay away, despite the closeness of our neighboring colonies, at a safe geographical distance. Away from their social hunches, their friction and other uncomfortable. The problem is that sometimes wanting is not enough and the proximity turns to invasion. Then one suddenly looks colluded in its advance elements, with a great despair, appropriating or rejecting, as appropriate, differences and similarities extended with real intimidation. And the fellowship comes, and does so attached to their complexity, because it will always be difficult to approach and those who know you know I exceeded beyond, and your location, governed by decree moral imperative not to make them feel guilty about their place of residence is placed in a place without support, floating in an unstoppable swing.
And you Minerva, Minervita strategic winks, smiles the elitist selection, friendly relations method chosen, will suffice your dissent known ability to disrupt the complex to reside here. Yes precious, yours was separate yourself when so required, because in proportion to your ability to dissent was that of membership, but that does not complicated at all, indeed, the accession was also a way to break up, brilliantly. Try to be clear: there were times that we came Retiro friction with the rough fingers of music, - forgive me the term "rough" and its connotation prejudiced inevitable, hell-being must banda music. We invaded. We saw the retoqueños - Sorry again - pass on their trucks with license plates notes Frogs aporreantes sprinkling of drums and trombone, and I do not know, but I think our origins we were away all desire for refinement and taste soon we found it to each song. And yes, all right Minerva, very well, while some painfully tarareábamos, with all that pain that is felt to reveal our sources, and that is concealed perhaps by buying a "Mister CD" Great Center, your Minervita, I scurried around kind of evidence by merely asking us to lend our music. I remember you said: "Lend your hard ox." And with that "your record "was captured a translation that said" your record, your music, which was made for you and for you, that you pick up your family tree, and maybe I'll sing to highlight your meanness, ox. " Try to be more clear: I, heir despite much disown, the shortening of distances, social dislocation, thou, Minerva, accurate transhumant momentary charm of the room, feeling all the time just passing through. Click upstart. Sorry. Sorry for the insult, and is of apology because it carries the pain of that approach ever gestated between you and me is that ...
Here in, again, Hills, I'll look repetitive, involves great risk. Maybe not such risks as those run by people living in Colonia Moderna, where both old man who lives out there end up becoming infected with a melancholy devouring greasy driven with archaic lexical something sentimental, always referring to the memories of that store luster it once had Guadalajara. They may not be risks as those faced by the residents of downtown, always so haunted by the temptation to make shop a few meters from his house, always covered under a layer of mandatory blending in with the fauna bohemian night owl, always targeted by urban writers who writes in the in lives filled with squalor and pettiness. Here are other risks. Examples include: the risk that you fancy can not overcome someday paternal slab, the slab was built by your parents in a neighborhood more or less well and so elusive to your financial expectations, and then when it comes time to view the family form able to live in Gardens Mayor and say, "impossible", then look to the more concrete possibility of living in retirement and shout: "Impossible," and since you just have to convince your parents to split the house and you rent out the upstairs. Another risk of living in the Normal Hill is to be tempted to make it possible by any means possible to overcome this slab, and these means are not always adhere to the judicial laws, moral or not. A large number of heads of pins nailed right on the colony on a map of the metropolitan area in the Procu, noting the sites of highest rate of cocaine dealers and studs, or highlighting of car thieves, confirms this. Another risk? Here goes, and this may be one of the most common, the belief that everyone here is equal, the belief that the colonial social relations in the future provide authorized by the blessing of same socioeconomic status, believing that the brackets open dating is not closed by the disastrous invasion of ambitions. And this is the risk that I knew in time that I walked with you ...
Minerva. Know if you hold it but we walked. Remember? I ask of heart, because being on the precipice of oblivion is a risk of this colony. Minerva Yes, I even remember how I covered it with joy, a joy now that I think too narcissistic, when I discovered the way your thoughts before sprouting in the words of your mouth, impacted on intense brightness for your eyes. Yes, indeed, the last time I did know was that day that I premiered my shirt of Che Guevara ", there I was, facing the glare disturbing your eyes, stretching my shirt, right now it happens that PORTO, as I so you can see in Che's face all his aura of rebellion, his gaze seemed to order, issue ... allow me a correction: now porto, because "Ahoritas" were always an easy target for your needs, lexical, as well as the "wrath" Haig "and" take care ". I want to remember the glow of your eyes soon found words, and the first thing to say was "Cool" ... ment, before considered: "I suppose it's brand furor." I nodded because I remember I bought Having A confessed in Obregon. I do not know if I remember, I was the one always helped you cope with everyday problems of life by reducing the opportunities for fun. Do not you remember how we mofábamos of those who asked us for our future? "Worry about yourself, you're fucked. We carcajeábamos. The ease of our egos we had plenty of opportunities creditors. Remember? It was I who with sycophantic application sharing your joy every time in the colony inaugurated the branch of a foreign retail chain. Remember! The subject of eager hands to the obscurity, the maker of your whims, the more effusive appreciation to your dull monosyllables, the breath to your nonsense ... Already? José Luis, José Luis Gómez, the same who thought like you to accept as their own social wounds to the bourgeoisie of the city we would be part of it, and there we were, well covered clear fashion, which for them were very good , along the "putirruta" of Prisciliano Sanchez in support of gay ex attacks against moralizing, dancing to the beat of "Djambo" in the flea market Saturday's cultural, sorrowing with the "goth" in the rotunda of the illustrious men , intoxicated with the cowboys of "locusts" by assuming "the strawberries Iteso" sharing with "punk" Revolution Park, advising the natives affectionately Ruben Dario Park, walking on a motorcycle with the renegades of the Guadalajara-Harley. Already? José Luis, José Luis Gómez, right? That boy docile to this manipulation did not know you that aside my individuality to imitate as closely as possible an image of a building that would not offend your world. A world smeared all narcissism, of fierce competition, constant pressure to be a winner, a world whose spirit is evident here in everyday ... In
hills. Normal Hills, Hidalgo sector. Cologne a few steps from the first box the city. Ancient streams and hills where the rebels hid from the English forces, crushed by tons of pavement, through the consolidation of mind to excel in those people who once was of laborers, at the prevalence of the desire to succeed. Yes here it is what is perceived, and to prove it is the eternal improve facades and garages, the ambiguity of good taste, the architectural capriccio, and the recurring topics of conversation always alluding to the car business and living in our dreams; and these are our current hiding against these oppressive forces that surround us with plenty of obstacles to become what we aspire to be, those forces the period, with low expectations bombing, with its incessant shrapnel poor realities, just let us pretend to be, we, the insurgency's pointless meaningless to us, the troops evicted Colinas. Hills. Normal hills, most visible piece of concrete by imagination than by sight, lacking the raw material of fanciful wishes, a breeding ground for ambitious claims, only touched on the broken mirror of the ardent desires and cadastral records. Colonia Guadalajara mirror that reflects the entire and certify the appearance of intransigence hidden behind good manners and rejection of everything differently; colony in a small mirror that reflects hostility and moral prude and tax of Guadalajara, the edge of his words, the rightness of ideas, the enormity of the arrogance, the certainty of living in a state of mind strongly motivated by the desire for achievement, and not reality . Cologne mirror yours ...
Minerva: Guadalajara tiny hair dyes bathed in light and friendly atmosphere. Say your name, Minerva, Guadalajara was to say, was to see him, your Minervita forms, as well balanced as a peaceful area near the American Colony streets on Sunday night, ways I still remember the susceptibility to the hectic business of my fingers Scatter eternal spaces invasion of your long positions, your wide avenues, also on Sunday. Go your ways Minerva was to ride every street in Guadalajara, the streets of Colinas, moving warily the road between prude and joyful, overcoming the intransigence of the outrage to stop the flow boiling. You know? Walk through your body was like walking through the labyrinth and improgramada Guadalajara, full of potholes and detours, always attentive to a sudden change of course, groping and stumbling, a little random in search of that site that succeeds only rarely found . Your skin had the vocation to refer to an evening stroll through the historic center, which is addressed under the influence of attraction, but never dispel the feeling of uncertainty, and with that same strange provision of Guadalajara to see what there is, exaltecer misery, pure desire to beautify what was done to the ride and the total asymmetry. So I addressed your skin was not believing what they believe, and progress under your disposal, so subject to your infighting, let him. And is that even your attitude Minerva was the climate of this city, totally unpredictable. Sorry, but true, and so was really afraid to keep advancing on your skin, a fear similar to that received by the way when walking through the streets of ...
Here, here Colinas, tedious streets where life is subordinated to the need to scale socially, and where the longing to undergo sleepless nights sleep every night Early in season watched by police rondines settlement; streets of both obese fattened car climbed the sidewalk and built shelters lack of talent here has made tangible time representative of the whole Guadalajara: the time of aging but a symptom of growing, and is evident in our determination to be exported to other colonies - the wealthy - tastes bland and empty phrases that we believe will give modernity and identity: ox yes "" cool, "" another fart eh. " And so terrified to walk the streets here, its corners well lighted by its wooded ridges, through the atrium of San Judas Tadeo overflowing of vamps of Sunday, because as you go intrudes as a welfare whispers: eternal-so-veiled suggestions of a subject. It seduces you everything at your fingertips: the calm, girls, happy over the file, double garage houses, everything is an offer. It offers you at least belong there, or deal with the ever present and so visible step was Mayor Gardens, bright lights in his ad for Pizza Hut and Blockbusters, and drink too much seduction in Michel and Red Bull drinks, sucked in artificial weather systems, ends up in handling. And indeed this subject, makes us docile to the system, we domestica make us won through life as a means and not an end. Yes, indeed ...
Minerva. Right? Ornament Minervita Xtrail Hummers and luxury, the best recurring guest tables, the personification of success of your companion in turn. "EDA? I mean, right? One day I realized, through reading these books you saw in my arms with clear suspicion and contempt that shields fight my offers of loans, I realized I repeat, the manipulation of which I was the object. As we all then. "Here in the Hills, is normally lost our individuality and search in higher spheres role models. " I tell you all the time in these conversations with you last longer, dry and infertile, as monotonous as the architecture of Sauz or Loma Dorada, and so weak at the barrier of your contemptuous indifference strengthened by "mjus" and "ahas" matching calculatingly in my few silences, and space of time taken to re-save the workbook ashamed morralito Oaxaca gave me to use, remember? Colorful fabric that looked, when you still dared to walk beside me, feeling very embarrassed as the discomfort of the death of others. "This is one of the risks of living here in the hills." I said, I remember. "You get half strawberry and half the time cholo." And he said reproachfully, and was the day I remember I asked you to accompany me to San Juan de Dios market, and you had not accepted I told you would buy a pair of huarachitos. I saw really upset, and even more when we return with my friends of the Faculty, all of the Retiro neighborhood.
I do not know if it was the sandals but the truth since that day my feet were left behind at the speed of your steps in fashion shoes "Zara." And then I could see though each of these risks run by those who live here in hills, and of which you hear me Minerva, smiles Minervita charity, fondling gloved Guadalajara exemplary, virtuous in the strategy of the kiss, for sharing your inclinations, the filtration of your sympathy, I knew the rank detector and brightness of surnames, timely, picky, crossing, peaceful and why not, loud, Guadalajara copy. Minerva ... Ahh! parameter also my confusion, some water from my loss, my source of social dislocation, propped my embarrassing classicism, polish each of my prejudices, my conscience spark that ignited in the precariousness of my membership. And the latter since that fateful evening when you come upstairs managed to avoid the gray Mercedes - which Spot whistled every afternoon outside your house - to invite you to take around a coffee, a coffee and drank it to last each person chose a red. "A red" and commanded the few wines that we drank the last not, you, because once you find it bitter and of dubious quality, and I, because I just dedicated myself to swallow those words of yours that could not sweeten wine, and look at my glass clouded repeating know for what reasons again and again: to hell gays of "putiruta" of Prisciliano Sanchez to fuck the "Djambo" of cultural tianguis; to fuck the "goth" and " vaquerones "to hell the "strawberry" and "cholos" to fuck all "punk" of the park and indigenous revolution "Rubén Darío" to fuck the "Guadalajara" Harley. " And he repeated incessantly, with each of the risks involved cursed to live here in Colinas, and your words exploding in my head and highlighting the precariousness of my belonging to repeat again and again: "What happens José Luis , in good plan, you've become a fucking hippie squarely on the Iteso, or wey, a jipiteso. " Yes Minerva was almost night that "lulio station."
And I say now Minervita after this time in our relationship, which by coincidence porto my shirt of Che Guevara and washed gastadona by many, and I tell you because I want you to know that the risks incurred by living here have been fulfilled, and the damage is done, and no one is spared, not you, but I'm still here waiting for the face of Che, the, look, here in my shirt, copper back his strength and re-order, to issue, and stop being immersed in Cold as ornament just looking at our sad reality. And that step will help to finally meet and send Minerva located once and for all you too to hell.
Minerva I still remember how thou enveloped in thick layers of magnanimity, whenever you had to emphasize that your home was on the normal avenues here, the side where the houses do have a garage. And he'd say with that ring your voice and tone gangosito Cantaditas you've always come out perfectly, charming, and to hear you say, you could almost see the median of the avenue that separates Colinas del Retiro, pulling their soil to establish itself as a great protective wall of fierce invasion of pernicious fruit sellers in wooden carts and ladies in shawls offered land for the pots, one could almost see, while you, dear Minerva, supported in poses taken from magazines remarked with heart your mouth painted in a very discreet red strawberry, the whole distance Retirement lacks even touch the Normal Hill.
Needless to say the risks are to those who live here precisely to submit to an overwhelming flood of class prejudices that force us to use terms so exaggerated and extreme, to qualify for our neighboring colonies, and thereby also exposing the social weakness gnaw at us. "Underdevelopment debauchery" glowing opulence "we say, usually eligible, as if the withdrawal were a kind of Arroyo Hondo, and gardens outside Puerta de Hierro Mayor.
had in you, my friend, a way of saying things language so concise, sometimes sprinkled with English words, which immediately caught you in the world that he was building. I say "caught" I think wrongly, the word refers to a trapping by wayward media as would be deception or cowardice, and no, it was not, build your world rather cozy. For example you said: "We must leave this purpose does not it?" And the weekend suddenly charged another sense, that is, Friday night or Saturday, or sometimes both, became a cushioned seat in posarte that, and flight treparte the illusion, travel to the possession of the impossible, the place where your desires of that made her feel part of something so personal little hell away from the meager wages and the billboard of the TV at home, and so close to the clubs or a mall, say, the Klio or Plaza Pavilion . Here in the Normal Hill, we pay to cut your name whenever circumstances permit, identification and subtract words and appears only as hills, and add by subtracting, I admit. Joins in position, the sum in importance in the social scale, it acquires a different connotation Hills, and generates a brightness reference ever seen a remarkable effulgence, sudden, and showed a relationship, if nothing else whims of phonetics, or whims of our commitment stretches of reach, with the loftiness of Colinas de San Javier. Colinas, say, living in hills, and the circumstances we may say at once foreshadow despite our efforts to ignore it, a context very accurate and precise evidence in its slogan, which reveals the desire closer to reality.
how they fought against it Minervita? Minervita pretty girl, eternal wanderer of fashion shows imaginary realities ignominious fugitive incisive, comprehensive catalog of goodies, you take over a rigid attitude of behavior very well protected behind the thin veil of good manners, and thus convinced of the need for the superfluous, and made tangible the utility of the chimera. Nothing was more important than you feeling to be, believe you something to attract it, the slogan of putting yourself in the place felt to belong. Knew of brands, and its bright period, and I acknowledge your very clear insight to know when to stay away from any of them, in time, before you crawl out of the forefront and remain anchored in the scourge of stagnation, sighing sadness and longing for that retro come soon, and often saw so many girls in the neighborhood, friends of yours. I say "girls" instead of girls to finally hear your speech as you, so full of viper bite, thorough, useful astonishing accuracy to detect in others the slightest mistake lexicon, and most revealing hidden attitude of misery, you used to then punish with rigorous performance, because that was one way to approach your created reality which separated you from all that I could make clear or bad stop. Minerva fuck, how they fought against it!
is complex residence here in Hills, Hills normal course. If you want you can stay away, despite the closeness of our neighboring colonies, at a safe geographical distance. Away from their social hunches, their friction and other uncomfortable. The problem is that sometimes wanting is not enough and the proximity turns to invasion. Then one suddenly looks colluded in its advance elements, with a great despair, appropriating or rejecting, as appropriate, differences and similarities extended with real intimidation. And the fellowship comes, and does so attached to their complexity, because it will always be difficult to approach and those who know you know I exceeded beyond, and your location, governed by decree moral imperative not to make them feel guilty about their place of residence is placed in a place without support, floating in an unstoppable swing.
And you Minerva, Minervita strategic winks, smiles the elitist selection, friendly relations method chosen, will suffice your dissent known ability to disrupt the complex to reside here. Yes precious, yours was separate yourself when so required, because in proportion to your ability to dissent was that of membership, but that does not complicated at all, indeed, the accession was also a way to break up, brilliantly. Try to be clear: there were times that we came Retiro friction with the rough fingers of music, - forgive me the term "rough" and its connotation prejudiced inevitable, hell-being must banda music. We invaded. We saw the retoqueños - Sorry again - pass on their trucks with license plates notes Frogs aporreantes sprinkling of drums and trombone, and I do not know, but I think our origins we were away all desire for refinement and taste soon we found it to each song. And yes, all right Minerva, very well, while some painfully tarareábamos, with all that pain that is felt to reveal our sources, and that is concealed perhaps by buying a "Mister CD" Great Center, your Minervita, I scurried around kind of evidence by merely asking us to lend our music. I remember you said: "Lend your hard ox." And with that "your record "was captured a translation that said" your record, your music, which was made for you and for you, that you pick up your family tree, and maybe I'll sing to highlight your meanness, ox. " Try to be more clear: I, heir despite much disown, the shortening of distances, social dislocation, thou, Minerva, accurate transhumant momentary charm of the room, feeling all the time just passing through. Click upstart. Sorry. Sorry for the insult, and is of apology because it carries the pain of that approach ever gestated between you and me is that ...
Here in, again, Hills, I'll look repetitive, involves great risk. Maybe not such risks as those run by people living in Colonia Moderna, where both old man who lives out there end up becoming infected with a melancholy devouring greasy driven with archaic lexical something sentimental, always referring to the memories of that store luster it once had Guadalajara. They may not be risks as those faced by the residents of downtown, always so haunted by the temptation to make shop a few meters from his house, always covered under a layer of mandatory blending in with the fauna bohemian night owl, always targeted by urban writers who writes in the in lives filled with squalor and pettiness. Here are other risks. Examples include: the risk that you fancy can not overcome someday paternal slab, the slab was built by your parents in a neighborhood more or less well and so elusive to your financial expectations, and then when it comes time to view the family form able to live in Gardens Mayor and say, "impossible", then look to the more concrete possibility of living in retirement and shout: "Impossible," and since you just have to convince your parents to split the house and you rent out the upstairs. Another risk of living in the Normal Hill is to be tempted to make it possible by any means possible to overcome this slab, and these means are not always adhere to the judicial laws, moral or not. A large number of heads of pins nailed right on the colony on a map of the metropolitan area in the Procu, noting the sites of highest rate of cocaine dealers and studs, or highlighting of car thieves, confirms this. Another risk? Here goes, and this may be one of the most common, the belief that everyone here is equal, the belief that the colonial social relations in the future provide authorized by the blessing of same socioeconomic status, believing that the brackets open dating is not closed by the disastrous invasion of ambitions. And this is the risk that I knew in time that I walked with you ...
Minerva. Know if you hold it but we walked. Remember? I ask of heart, because being on the precipice of oblivion is a risk of this colony. Minerva Yes, I even remember how I covered it with joy, a joy now that I think too narcissistic, when I discovered the way your thoughts before sprouting in the words of your mouth, impacted on intense brightness for your eyes. Yes, indeed, the last time I did know was that day that I premiered my shirt of Che Guevara ", there I was, facing the glare disturbing your eyes, stretching my shirt, right now it happens that PORTO, as I so you can see in Che's face all his aura of rebellion, his gaze seemed to order, issue ... allow me a correction: now porto, because "Ahoritas" were always an easy target for your needs, lexical, as well as the "wrath" Haig "and" take care ". I want to remember the glow of your eyes soon found words, and the first thing to say was "Cool" ... ment, before considered: "I suppose it's brand furor." I nodded because I remember I bought Having A confessed in Obregon. I do not know if I remember, I was the one always helped you cope with everyday problems of life by reducing the opportunities for fun. Do not you remember how we mofábamos of those who asked us for our future? "Worry about yourself, you're fucked. We carcajeábamos. The ease of our egos we had plenty of opportunities creditors. Remember? It was I who with sycophantic application sharing your joy every time in the colony inaugurated the branch of a foreign retail chain. Remember! The subject of eager hands to the obscurity, the maker of your whims, the more effusive appreciation to your dull monosyllables, the breath to your nonsense ... Already? José Luis, José Luis Gómez, the same who thought like you to accept as their own social wounds to the bourgeoisie of the city we would be part of it, and there we were, well covered clear fashion, which for them were very good , along the "putirruta" of Prisciliano Sanchez in support of gay ex attacks against moralizing, dancing to the beat of "Djambo" in the flea market Saturday's cultural, sorrowing with the "goth" in the rotunda of the illustrious men , intoxicated with the cowboys of "locusts" by assuming "the strawberries Iteso" sharing with "punk" Revolution Park, advising the natives affectionately Ruben Dario Park, walking on a motorcycle with the renegades of the Guadalajara-Harley. Already? José Luis, José Luis Gómez, right? That boy docile to this manipulation did not know you that aside my individuality to imitate as closely as possible an image of a building that would not offend your world. A world smeared all narcissism, of fierce competition, constant pressure to be a winner, a world whose spirit is evident here in everyday ... In
hills. Normal Hills, Hidalgo sector. Cologne a few steps from the first box the city. Ancient streams and hills where the rebels hid from the English forces, crushed by tons of pavement, through the consolidation of mind to excel in those people who once was of laborers, at the prevalence of the desire to succeed. Yes here it is what is perceived, and to prove it is the eternal improve facades and garages, the ambiguity of good taste, the architectural capriccio, and the recurring topics of conversation always alluding to the car business and living in our dreams; and these are our current hiding against these oppressive forces that surround us with plenty of obstacles to become what we aspire to be, those forces the period, with low expectations bombing, with its incessant shrapnel poor realities, just let us pretend to be, we, the insurgency's pointless meaningless to us, the troops evicted Colinas. Hills. Normal hills, most visible piece of concrete by imagination than by sight, lacking the raw material of fanciful wishes, a breeding ground for ambitious claims, only touched on the broken mirror of the ardent desires and cadastral records. Colonia Guadalajara mirror that reflects the entire and certify the appearance of intransigence hidden behind good manners and rejection of everything differently; colony in a small mirror that reflects hostility and moral prude and tax of Guadalajara, the edge of his words, the rightness of ideas, the enormity of the arrogance, the certainty of living in a state of mind strongly motivated by the desire for achievement, and not reality . Cologne mirror yours ...
Minerva: Guadalajara tiny hair dyes bathed in light and friendly atmosphere. Say your name, Minerva, Guadalajara was to say, was to see him, your Minervita forms, as well balanced as a peaceful area near the American Colony streets on Sunday night, ways I still remember the susceptibility to the hectic business of my fingers Scatter eternal spaces invasion of your long positions, your wide avenues, also on Sunday. Go your ways Minerva was to ride every street in Guadalajara, the streets of Colinas, moving warily the road between prude and joyful, overcoming the intransigence of the outrage to stop the flow boiling. You know? Walk through your body was like walking through the labyrinth and improgramada Guadalajara, full of potholes and detours, always attentive to a sudden change of course, groping and stumbling, a little random in search of that site that succeeds only rarely found . Your skin had the vocation to refer to an evening stroll through the historic center, which is addressed under the influence of attraction, but never dispel the feeling of uncertainty, and with that same strange provision of Guadalajara to see what there is, exaltecer misery, pure desire to beautify what was done to the ride and the total asymmetry. So I addressed your skin was not believing what they believe, and progress under your disposal, so subject to your infighting, let him. And is that even your attitude Minerva was the climate of this city, totally unpredictable. Sorry, but true, and so was really afraid to keep advancing on your skin, a fear similar to that received by the way when walking through the streets of ...
Here, here Colinas, tedious streets where life is subordinated to the need to scale socially, and where the longing to undergo sleepless nights sleep every night Early in season watched by police rondines settlement; streets of both obese fattened car climbed the sidewalk and built shelters lack of talent here has made tangible time representative of the whole Guadalajara: the time of aging but a symptom of growing, and is evident in our determination to be exported to other colonies - the wealthy - tastes bland and empty phrases that we believe will give modernity and identity: ox yes "" cool, "" another fart eh. " And so terrified to walk the streets here, its corners well lighted by its wooded ridges, through the atrium of San Judas Tadeo overflowing of vamps of Sunday, because as you go intrudes as a welfare whispers: eternal-so-veiled suggestions of a subject. It seduces you everything at your fingertips: the calm, girls, happy over the file, double garage houses, everything is an offer. It offers you at least belong there, or deal with the ever present and so visible step was Mayor Gardens, bright lights in his ad for Pizza Hut and Blockbusters, and drink too much seduction in Michel and Red Bull drinks, sucked in artificial weather systems, ends up in handling. And indeed this subject, makes us docile to the system, we domestica make us won through life as a means and not an end. Yes, indeed ...
Minerva. Right? Ornament Minervita Xtrail Hummers and luxury, the best recurring guest tables, the personification of success of your companion in turn. "EDA? I mean, right? One day I realized, through reading these books you saw in my arms with clear suspicion and contempt that shields fight my offers of loans, I realized I repeat, the manipulation of which I was the object. As we all then. "Here in the Hills, is normally lost our individuality and search in higher spheres role models. " I tell you all the time in these conversations with you last longer, dry and infertile, as monotonous as the architecture of Sauz or Loma Dorada, and so weak at the barrier of your contemptuous indifference strengthened by "mjus" and "ahas" matching calculatingly in my few silences, and space of time taken to re-save the workbook ashamed morralito Oaxaca gave me to use, remember? Colorful fabric that looked, when you still dared to walk beside me, feeling very embarrassed as the discomfort of the death of others. "This is one of the risks of living here in the hills." I said, I remember. "You get half strawberry and half the time cholo." And he said reproachfully, and was the day I remember I asked you to accompany me to San Juan de Dios market, and you had not accepted I told you would buy a pair of huarachitos. I saw really upset, and even more when we return with my friends of the Faculty, all of the Retiro neighborhood.
I do not know if it was the sandals but the truth since that day my feet were left behind at the speed of your steps in fashion shoes "Zara." And then I could see though each of these risks run by those who live here in hills, and of which you hear me Minerva, smiles Minervita charity, fondling gloved Guadalajara exemplary, virtuous in the strategy of the kiss, for sharing your inclinations, the filtration of your sympathy, I knew the rank detector and brightness of surnames, timely, picky, crossing, peaceful and why not, loud, Guadalajara copy. Minerva ... Ahh! parameter also my confusion, some water from my loss, my source of social dislocation, propped my embarrassing classicism, polish each of my prejudices, my conscience spark that ignited in the precariousness of my membership. And the latter since that fateful evening when you come upstairs managed to avoid the gray Mercedes - which Spot whistled every afternoon outside your house - to invite you to take around a coffee, a coffee and drank it to last each person chose a red. "A red" and commanded the few wines that we drank the last not, you, because once you find it bitter and of dubious quality, and I, because I just dedicated myself to swallow those words of yours that could not sweeten wine, and look at my glass clouded repeating know for what reasons again and again: to hell gays of "putiruta" of Prisciliano Sanchez to fuck the "Djambo" of cultural tianguis; to fuck the "goth" and " vaquerones "to hell the "strawberry" and "cholos" to fuck all "punk" of the park and indigenous revolution "Rubén Darío" to fuck the "Guadalajara" Harley. " And he repeated incessantly, with each of the risks involved cursed to live here in Colinas, and your words exploding in my head and highlighting the precariousness of my belonging to repeat again and again: "What happens José Luis , in good plan, you've become a fucking hippie squarely on the Iteso, or wey, a jipiteso. " Yes Minerva was almost night that "lulio station."
And I say now Minervita after this time in our relationship, which by coincidence porto my shirt of Che Guevara and washed gastadona by many, and I tell you because I want you to know that the risks incurred by living here have been fulfilled, and the damage is done, and no one is spared, not you, but I'm still here waiting for the face of Che, the, look, here in my shirt, copper back his strength and re-order, to issue, and stop being immersed in Cold as ornament just looking at our sad reality. And that step will help to finally meet and send Minerva located once and for all you too to hell.
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