THE Medallita

THE Medallita

Ava was a good girl. Their only sin was to give birth to a child without a husband, in a town like Shiraz.
I met her when I was a teenager. Then it does not fix me, I was not anybody, nor deserved. Today things have changed: I am the mayor.
His family was in Khorasan Aires, had a great and a lot of money. Only child of bohemian mother and father "evil entertaining, traveling the world with no charges. When his parents came to the secondary pupil chose to let the nuns at school and my aunt Mehr-Bano, officiated tutor in exchange for occupying the old building had to face the plaza.
She was very pretty. Was distinguished by his way of walking, by his grace. The men, with its undulating walk, across the square. It was nice and pretended he knew but none got their favors. It was not a woman either, except for those, harass their way or were hiding behind the bushes to watch.
He returned to the village a few months ago. Neither their parents nor the camps exist. You do not have anything or anybody, only one son and fuzzy memories. Currently holds fourth in the pension of beans and my aunt was working through it in the bakery.
My aunt would have confidence, he has things the other day said she had been very hard to accept this child, but in fact he had always liked children, recalled that nearly drove the convent when they refused to surrender adoption.
According to her, man, man really was only one: Siyavash.
Siyavash worked as a laborer at the mill of the nuns, where she was sent to hide her pregnancy. With him escaped to Khorasan Aires full of dreams and projects that could not meet.
Mehr-Bano aunt wants me to marry her, I think possibilities. He tells me all night Jacinta prays in front of the image of the Virgin.
A few days ago I saw her again. the bakery is near the quartermaster and I could see from the car: it is still beautiful. I still remember that day of spring when along with other novices was swimming in the river and into the bush to change. She could not see us. There we became men, where I lost my.... Fortunately, her son is not like any of them.

By Tomas Juarez Beltran

Pax ...

I suspect invades a happiness
As a bullet in his imagination,
Or waking up in Paradise,
But the truth of this smile
is the mysterious appearance of Pax ...

I look and you see ... While not know.

I look and you see ... While not know.

When you get close, you can see perfectly. It's like at the beginning, when you sleep and could include, without haste, as the artist loves his model with just a look.

You can be quiet now that what happened will only be a mystery to the curious still listed suicide as the cause, that the known and unknown at this time around us, they can make without fear of error, that a decision like that would not be so outlandish ...

If you could repeat again that I never liked the cynicism or large cities, and that these events even further suffocate me that the mere fact of being back and watching the sky, having to receive the reasons for the guests, knowing that sooner or later we will see. And what good that you are still not very concerned that one day I'll be at my side again.

I admire your coolness result of your nervousness, because you know that any mistake would mean a life in prison, or perhaps in a clinic, where my last cries do not stop to sleep and not sleep yesterday, when the hysteria seized, Your hands and pointed at me.

If you could come back to say "I love you" ... If you could only get out of this box...