This is a book I bought the author on the D subway line for the modest sum of 2 pesos ...
Eduardo Rodriguez Bermejo was born in 1936 and began to write consistently at 16. Studied with Paul Palant in Argentores, took a course in stage direction in the local school and became a social psychologist at the School of Pichon Riviere.
of his career in theater has premiered two works: "Bankruptcy" (1977) and "The machines do nothing" (1985)
has four unpublished novels and is writing the fifth.
Unraveling
The last was Paul
met him that day it rained so much
and I did not know how
out from under an awning to go home
.
himself to the sidewalk
opened his car door and invited me
up. It had been
the devil himself would have accepted
.
But it was not.
Just a bit fat.
And we were together until the rain stopped,
three days. Before
had been a painter.
I was posing nude,
in winter, and I shit
cold.
fucking The little stove
not fill the cracks of wooden hut in the middle
Tigre.
When I left I took a picture of myself
.
Then I met a craftsman
and took me to Mar del Plata.
We lived in a tent
and was a life ...
imcómoda.
had to be doing
rings, brooches and necklaces
all the time.
But I'm not working with my hands
. And bother me
obligations.
also the son of a bitch was a vegetarian
and made a cult of little meals
shit. More than once
I ran away to go eat a paty.
That's when I met the butcher
fajaba me for anything ...
now concluded with him and the only option is Paul.
fat
but I find it unbearable.
what if go see my old
?
"
home made me like last time?
four years since I've seen.
I learned from a friend
my old woman died last year ...
be alone ...
who knows!
when I was young
he was with other mines.
left an ...
and soon had another.
and again ...
Another
Other.
The last was Paul
met him that day it rained so much
and I did not know how
out from under an awning to go home
.
himself to the sidewalk
opened his car door and invited me
up. It had been
the devil himself would have accepted
.
But it was not.
Just a bit fat.
And we were together until the rain stopped,
three days. Before
had been a painter.
I was posing nude,
in winter, and I shit
cold.
fucking The little stove
not fill the cracks of wooden hut in the middle
Tigre.
When I left I took a picture of myself
.
Then I met a craftsman
and took me to Mar del Plata.
We lived in a tent
and was a life ...
imcómoda.
had to be doing
rings, brooches and necklaces
all the time.
But I'm not working with my hands
. And bother me
obligations.
also the son of a bitch was a vegetarian
and made a cult of little meals
shit. More than once
I ran away to go eat a paty.
That's when I met the butcher
fajaba me for anything ...
now concluded with him and the only option is Paul.
fat
but I find it unbearable.
what if go see my old
?
"
home made me like last time?
four years since I've seen.
I learned from a friend
my old woman died last year ...
be alone ...
who knows!
when I was young
he was with other mines.
left an ...
and soon had another.
and again ...
Another
Other.
These copies can be purchased at kiosks on the D subway line stations Plaza Italia, Bulnes, Cathedral.
