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camillo


Camillo is a player of Snai.
Camillo is nicknamed the doctor. And 'old, but maybe not that much.
Camillo spends his days in the training room, the white room, windowless, empty. You see all races in the program and play a little, a euro or two at a time. At 12 go to eat lunch and then back to caritas.
Camillo, when he wins, run out and buy something to drink red wine often. My colleagues have the requirement once the bottle and if they are drained, to his face.
Camillo has a green jacket, worn-out, full of stains. I am afraid that has not ever really wash.
Camillo stinks and when he speaks does not understand anything. E 'toothless believe or just eat the words.
Camillo never talks about anything. To anyone who asks questions or makes fun of and always answers just the usual litany: "Do not break my balls," he says.
Camillo once gave the bitch to my colleague. If you think I seem to hear those words with such difficulty, as if his breath was really valuable. Troy said, spitting too, for the effort.
Camillo, in training room, eat sausages or raw figs, and when you win the ticket gate dirty with leftover food.
Camillo, once the bathroom of the bar was busy, he did a poo in his pants in the middle of the room. There were those who wanted beat him that day because he smelled.
Camillo is a bitch when it comes to cash to play, try to confuse you in any way to screw the money.
A Camillo I dedicated my first real story. He told of a desperate man who dies.

Camillo died. yesterday.
In the room, everyone was talking about it today. They did not speak to him, saying only that he was dead.
Camillo died yesterday. seriously.
This is a tribute to him for a man who has gone without ever talking to anyone.

"Horse racing is a hell instead. I stand for on my own. Do not talk to anybody. That's something. Of course, I know the stakes. But I have to go to the door, use your voice. After years, they end up knowing you. And many of them are decent people. I think all those years of contact with the people provide some insight. For example, know that most human beings are big pieces of shit. And yet even with pegs keep his distance. By staying on my own, I have an advantage. I could do at home. I could shut myself in and play with the paints or something. Instead I have to somehow get out and make sure that humanity, more or less the whole, it is always a big piece of shit. As if you could change! Hey folks, I have to be crazy. Yet there is something, in short, for example, I do not think there's death, there you feel too stupid to be able to think. I took a notebook, I thought, well, 'between a race and one I will write something. Impossible. The air is heavy and flat, we are all volunteer members of a concentration camp. When I get home, then you can meditate on death. Only a little. Not too much. I do not care to die and I feel no regret. It just seems a mess. When? Wednesday night? Or while I sleep? Or because the next horrible hangover? Car accident? It 'a burden, something that needs to be done. And I'll go without faith in God should be fine, I can face it head high. It is one of those things you have to do, like putting his shoes in the morning. "
C. Bukowski." Captain is Out to Lunch "

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worm that has eaten for the first my cold flesh of my body

dedicate
in these nostalgic linked

posthumous memoirs. "

Machado de Assis

If I say that the chestnut has fallen from the branch, we can deduce that:

-chestnut is on the ground.
-chestnut has been pushed down from the branch
-chestnut was sick of being in the tree and was thrown.
-era chestnut is time to fall, since it's season.
-chestnut was too much in that class so he decided to take a ride
the chestnut-needed excitement, attempted to do bungee jumping but something went wrong ...
-chestnut was elated and jumped ..

I like the fact that the points of view.
Nothing is permanent, everything is complex, no one can write down a few lines.
Imagination is everything counts.
I'm that chestnut?

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thoughts


"Our life runs so fast that if we do not write in the evening the event of the morning, we work Ober, and no longer have the time to keep it updated. This does not prevent us from wasting years, to throw away those hours which are for the man the seeds of eternity. "
Chateaubriand, the fact of keeping a diary.

So I lock myself in private thoughts. Away from prying eyes. and to whom?
boring for those who hear me speak, for real.
tangible write words on paper no lines that never end.
gave me a pen.
rediscover the charm of writing in a journal. One true.
I never did. I was not able. Now I just want to know, my truth.
It 's a beautiful effect. It 's a good feeling. Of release and exposure.
I am satisfied.
But probably change my mind.
was for months I had my bag here beside me. I watched as a tenant intrusive.
Now I understand that it was for me. I do not know what's inside, anyway, will soon return full of dust.
Travel.

Image: Roland Topor, one of my favorites:)

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talking tigers and anchovies



"says an English traveler with as much intimacy with a live tiger. He had coached and caressed but he always kept a loaded pistol on the table. "

Stendhal - Red and black.

few days ago I dreamed of a small tiger.
I do not know why I threw an anchovy. She ate it.
appear and disappear.
to walk away but I felt let down their guard when she came back and attacked other people.
Now that I'm thinking about this dream I had the idea to another. Much more distressing. There was a kind of robots (Mazinger style) that had invaded my town, at the beginning (if I remember correctly) had just invaded my home. There, too, tried to escape. Sometimes I could not pass through certain areas of the city. There was evidence as to accomplish, and I walked a lot. I seem to remember having had this dream several times, taking place here, to contadilandia. I remember once when I was in a street, everything was completely dark and I Trudging toward the light. Then came back the light, at first I was convinced they were fireworks, but it was a dogfight. The robot was able to land at the end, and I tried desperately to escape, but of course he was following me, or rather, I always went with my actions at the end where he was. Bella short mange.
Another time I remember it was set during the day and the robot was in Guido Monaco square (a square ring for those who are not farmers and do not know: P) I remember people screaming and ran out as pumpkin and I did not know what to do and tried to hide somewhere. I still remember when I thought to be protected, as the robot soared, has stopped a few steps from my position and after a few seconds, the vision of a foot giant who tried to crush me.
terrible .. brrr ..
all this to say what?
nothing. I wanted to post something more beautiful, but the exams are sucking me every spark of vital energy, so here it is. Few misspelled words and in a hurry. As they are, as in a dream and a small tiger chases me, closer and closer.
And in the end ... those of us anchovy?
:)
soon.