Flor met her at an exhibition snob who had come to my city but it was originally Capital. A lot of unknown faces came and talked about how good it was contemporary art as they ate snacks and drank wine. Just looking at the works to go to greet friends and acquaintances. In that environment I felt repelled a passenger in a trance, was there to see the works and go, but some asking me to be a little minutes more. There was a projection that had struck me: it was a constant film of someone doing exercise in front of a TV background ochentoso a military march. I do not know how to a play one turns her head and has a need to say what they are thinking. I saw a female figure approached me and said that perhaps what surprised us was the ability of art to say what we always see but with a new language.
The girl did not answer and I kept staring at that projection with its hypnotic rhythm that at times seemed absorbed. I threw back his head to see if there was still such a girl next to me and if I was watching, she twisted her face but squinted as if that language were not only new but which was crushed complicated or Japanese apricot. I smiled from ear to ear because I was glad he did not use the words "paradigm", "forward" or having a snack in hand. I guess it graze my face between my smile grim haggard and my neck back to see it. But he ran, laughed a little and I said his name was Florence and tell Flor or Flopi but never Flopirencia. I laughed too and as I liked the way it presents I told him to go outside to smoke a fag. Accompanied me.
Among the whistle that led to butt paki sensing mechanism to appoint the groom to the suspicion of female homosexuality or male heterosexuality. Slipped five times the word minovio (without the possessive because it did not matter). Each time I did I smiled a little and ruffled my neck, but not left as finding it a bit tender. I invited her to have a beer and chatting more tranqui follow but had to wait for her boyfriend so I went with other friends.
Minutes later one of my friends who knew her came a flower or message Flopirencia Flopi but never saying that you ask the girl art add it to the face and that her boyfriend had forgotten her to stay playing poker with friends. The string of events is simple: mail, chat, we could find . I took a man of cloth that I made for you to use the pin, and ironically he slid a doll 's good is that it leaves you in poker, at the risk of further stressed send them to me (well, you know how to follow the puteada).
During the three beers that take us uninhibited enough to tell me that she always wanted to be with a mine, but he was too big (with 26 years!) and enough time for me to develop my advocacy of polygamy as freedom of mind at that time I loved. Flopi or Flor told me that he had never raised while supporting the bends more to the center of the table, thus closer to my head resting on his hands and his eyes fixed on mine. And I kept my defense as we do when we take a little more and the other is interested in our chain of words.
I just came from my relationship with Rachel and I cared less and less things: my games out of the routine, sex, faso, think . With it I had all this because every time I went to his house we played at the conquest. One day was a direct person pushed her against a wall, another day was a thousand laps another went to dinner, watch a movie and to the yawn technique embrace of the movies. And so thousands. Until one day her boyfriend proposed to me see all the scenes. And I accepted it.