It was (Romeo Molina)
It was left me an orphan
it next to the river bed bathed us
crystals and with the sun
playing in our shadows.
I left only after having gone midday
pecking after touching your soul
and seek shelter in your smile.
There was only a confused love you
and a second love in barbecue.
A dream
populating downpours,
a waiver to the thirst of minutes honeyed
and sweaty lips tattoo.
I was abandoned as the rainbow of fruit from his mouth
shine no more
at breakfast in my eyes.
As El Perro De Las Dos Tortas (Romeo Molina)
was midnight when Alex and his comrades landed near San Marcos Lempa, then took another boat to take them to Suchitlán Lake had a lot of loneliness, there were no witnesses other than the lizards coleaban plunging into the water, and the moon was combing in the water body.
came from Nicaragua and Cuba to receive training that serve to wear down the army of Napoleon Duarte.
felt the blows that the boat gave the bodies floating in the lake, that, was that the soldiers and death squads, funded by the U.S. government and some businessmen, had been using as a repository for dead.
had become the murky waters in a tomb full of bones and skulls. The social problem that had broken veins bled the country and alligators and crocodiles human flesh represented a delicacy.
The majestic stream Lempa dragging pain in a dream home and sandy, the hills crying for its slopes.
Alex showed nervous thought Jenny, his girlfriend, not seen since last summer when he left the island to be trained.
after midnight they reached the banks of Suchitoto and tried to leave the lake.
_ "We must be careful, dogs have been? _Les said a villager who awaited them.
_No could cross the roads surrounding the village have commanded a battalion to patrol all roads.
_ Shit What we do now?
_Debemos hide, here, between the hills.
took refuge in a cave formed over time in an island and waited.
By dawn, in the early hours of the day, fun soldiers and reached the camp.
Alex continued impatient, wanted to return to the edge of town to visit his home to the woman he loved.
The day was slowly coming night slipping over the mountains and lay down naked on the trenches of the camp.
_Mañana these roads you take me to _ It was looking at the sky with its branches silences of stars and falling like birds. Missed kisses, candy, those lips moist and the smile that made him more stupid than the noise of guns.
I woke again sun warming the stones of the ravines and earned him impatient.
_No take it anymore, I'll go for you.
He climbed the backpack and rifle to lower the hill and meet his love. Found along the at the door and back to the sun, she heard his footsteps and turned around, kissed tirelessly to look wise Rosa's younger sister.
They rolled around the room while eating and fell tangled in an old armchair, Rosa moved uncomfortable head and rose to go to the backyard.
_This eat bread front of which we hambre_ was said.
was perhaps fourteen, about to turn fifteen, beautiful and innocent did not want a party Pink, wanted an adventure in the mountains.
Alex thought of his brother, brought the guerrilla's crazy, is that for her, the subversive bastard seemed abroad, had green eyes and yellow hair fell to shoulder.
_Parece fucking gringo.
Alex was Indian corn cobs, born in one of the valleys of Chalatenango, by where he claimed people, one day the Germans went watering their sperm everywhere.
With Jenny had known when they left the valley to go to college in the capital partners in the student demonstrations, complicit in the street disorders and attacks on police patrols.
This time she was ready to go into the mountains with him, to fight for the dream of a better country. If you had to die, it would be by a bullet screaming freedom regiment with rifles in hand.
That resentment he felt against the military had started long ago when she was girl. I forget ...
L you soldiers arrived Sunday at midnight home and took Ramon, your tata, accusing ear being guerrillas.
She and Rosa found him the next day , tortured, beheaded and shot to death at the roadside. Since then, only lived to see down the military posts of the people.
never forgot his father, always kept a portrait of Ramón Guerrero hung between the trembling earth walls that supported the stay.
And surprised father figure in those days of uncertainty, sometimes heard his words through the photo looked and dressed hero from his soul.
The night was more beautiful than the previous found heaven on Alex's chest and breathe the scent of her hair tangled in his joy.
The night fell to be loved, she got up early and looked gift that had not had time to open, put it on the bed and slowly began to remove the wrapper.
_It gave me a gun Fidel _ Alex said from his bed.
She smiled, caress the gun with his hand as a beast, took the bag with his stuff hanging on the shoulder and said ...
_Vamos my love, I can not wait go to the mountains.
rose Rosa to listen to his sister and even without dressing cabinets to be opened as necessary , Alex ; I look at the door.
_
Demons!
She smiled, half-naked, no bra, a tiny thong it brought out its charm, a beautiful rear, built round, and smooth, even pure .
They passed the house that was inhabited before the feelings and the three crossed paths at camp. Le smiles lit the midday sun and around the waist of his dreams went into the side of mountain.
Jenny converted from guerrilla always looked at his sister who was walking a few yards, he would have liked provide a better life , but had too much pain and resentment against the government that it was difficult to find other alternatives.
reached the camp in three hours, the eyes of the war were on them, while the sky pointing their lamps to the people.
For days were in the trenches together, until Jenny was called by the commander Villanueva.
_Te join the group for recognition and will leave this morning to Suchitoto.
A group of trackers was up and down the mountains to spy about military squads.
Many reconnaissance missions for days away from the man she loved, but was quiet, knew that her sister was the care of it.
_Cuídala, is the only thing I had told me queda_ before leaving the camp
Rosa wanted more than care, she wanted the Snuggle wanted to find out with it, honey love, loved a man in his arms.
_ How is my sister's privacy?
'm not going to say.
_ Does hairs there?
_No answer that.
approached him over and whispered in the ear touching the tip of the tongue ...
_Never I saw a naked man Want show me your penis?
_'re crazy!
_ Why? Did you fear?
_ Afraid of what?
_de teach your stuff, sure to be rather small.
_Por bullshit please stop asking.
have _ the little girl?
_ Shut up girl?
_Enséñame, if you show me show you mine.
Between games and jokes, she is up her skirt and he could see her sex, Alex was succumbing to the girl and while Jenny had their first shots at the edge of the road against the military trucks, his sister cried the arms of her boyfriend with his pants down with virginity bleeding between the legs of man.
Far from imagining something, Jenny jumped the fences of the security forces with the gun that had been brought from Cuba, shouting by have released in the breast of a military officer.
One afternoon when returning from a mission, the commander called .
_Tu sister has been very sick, fever, vomiting and headaches.
_Debe be something he ate, not used to this.
_ It's possible, however, aims to Dr. Del Camp and review.
waited all day until the doctor returned to the camp and revised Rosa.
_Tu sister is preñada_ He said suddenly.
_ What? That can not be, she has not been with anyone.
_Pues ... It seems so.
_ Shit If that is fucking kill him here ...
Jenny grabbed her sister's hair, before the doctor who took them aside and decided not to intervene, the crawled to the trench and began to question .
_ Who fucking whores are pregnant? If I say the truth will kill Vergaz.
_Fue Alex, he made me his wife.
_No, do not say that, no ..
_Asi was, I swear I did not want younger sister ...
Sobbing her sister confessed what had happened and caused a terrible pain and pissed like a beast, put a new cartridge for his rifle and fired devilish as the trench where he was the culprit.
Alex rolled downhill from a hail of bullets that pierced an ear , she followed him through the woods until it disappeared into the hollows of the hill.
On reaching the road, he looked toward the mountain and into town, sighed, taking off the gun and backpack, left everything between bushes and left.
the evening left the village and days later crossed the border into Honduras , there remained full of remorse and guilt, like the dog in the Two Tortas.
war left the leaving half of his heart with the woman he loved most in life, tears and hugging a bottle has been killed by inside, wanting to go back to those mountains and climb to search in the foot of the hill, their great love .
Jenny and Rose continued in the war, Jenny gave him a trial that was their man in the waiting rooms of your heart, and there found him guilty on all counts, sentenced him to death , shot him with indifference and buried in oblivion.
He lifted a grave on the shores of your soul and allowed to visit him since then, black crows and a eternal exile.
story from the book Love & a Gun Romeo Molina
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