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"Yes, but suffice .- interrupted her.
The man's face tightens completely. - But ... - repeated, as if spitting out the blood of those who have received unexpected shot.
She leans back in his chair. Take a sip of soda. He looks at his eyes narrowed. "We were told to go see Batman to kill time before the rest. Do not talk all the time of the film.
He raises his eyebrows. Understand that the bullet went too deep and that no doctor, however skilled, will be able to save him. However, choose to ignore this truth and plunges her fingers, searching for the projectile. - But you did not like? - Question as successful, with effort, remove the bullet.
She nods her head. -Not bad. "Neither
for both .- Repeat.
The woman takes a drink. "Nor for both reiteration .- They were all crazy in the cinema as if I do not know ...
- What if what? - Hurry him.
"As if they were idiots .- it is encouraged.
The man looks at the bullet that was removed, soaked in blood, in his hand. It is said that survival is not been shed but knowing what to fill the gap that this has caused. "I tell you what your problem .- start it.
- What is it?
Blows neck. -Lack of myth .- man launches "That's your problem. You taught since childhood that kids do ruckus, we're more crude, we like playing, shouting and drinking. You should be sweet and delicate. They teach you to behave, because a woman must be more modest, more controlled. More restrained, say. And then you can not experience this happens to us. This devotion. This passion. Control you because you lived. Lived between diet and hoping the man make the first move, because you give evidence involves compromise. And women should not want. You must accept or decline the man's desire. That stupid girl you inlaid since you can not know what we feel in seeing there on the screen ...- recalls, his voice cracking.
She nods, slowly. Look around. Rises. "More ...- repressed repeats" I guess it's true, I lack myth .- agree with a soft voice, perhaps embarrassed "But the myth of the superhero alone. Like Batman. I always liked best the league .- narrows and goes to sit at the table of a couple.
He stares. Fails to understand what happened. Walk with your hands at the table, undecided whether to stop and look. If she returns. Or if you must go. Gradually he realizes that the last option is the appropriate. She, after all, smiling at the other table. And the couple, too.
Man for a slow play that fails to attract the attention of women. Walk out the door and out into the darkness. Thus, the Dark Knight ends up being more than one man in the city.

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- What will make the kids? He
raises his eyebrows. He shrugs. "I can not answer .-" But, sure, something fucked up. You saw how we are. We always do something fucked up for bachelor parties.
The woman smiles. Take a sip of his soda. Leave the cup on the table. Grab his hand. He bites his lower lip with a delicious wickedness. "I'm dying to see what you will. He
sidewalk. "I'm honest, I'm half scared that .- he confesses. Long
She laughed. His face immediately is filled with red. - Why? - Questions, to try to go unnoticed.
"You know. It's like a level of violence. First start with Lela. It did good. Joseph, black and I told her we fell late on departure. As soon as they took their school-friends-Ni
well they took him and the woman interrupted her .-, correct.
-you know I was joint-tontis .- As soon as he answers they took him and she repeated it, imitating the tone of voice, with Joseph and disarm the black man's car, piece by piece, and we set it in the living room of his apartment. Long
She laughed. More modest than its predecessor. "That was great .- says" Imagine opening the door to your apartment and find your car inside. "Poor
Lela. He had to disarm alone. The woman handed it insulting. And we too. But I liked Joseph's. Lela Because, obviously, wanted to send the save at the car.
- Why him? They came at three.
"You saw how Joseph.
She nods. "He's always showing off.
"Exactly. Then with Lela and black is very drunk drunk. Jose Palma. Evil, eh? That took him to a doctor acquaintance of mine who plastered the arm. The next day he did believe he had fallen and broken. The guy had to marry well.
She bites her lip while moving his head from side to side. "Poor Sandra.
-Sandra was crazy packed .- They had to cut him the sack. Well, you know. Terrible. When they returned from vacation and black Lela featured photos of us fucking and plastered and others while we tell the truth. Sandra almost takes.
She repeats the same face. "Just like you are going a little bit of mambo. As black.
He adopts a serious expression. "But when I had to do the bachelor party to black with Lela and Joseph had no more ideas. We spent day after day telling him to prepare, was coming a very screwed up. And when the black was the farewell with his wife, the kids were dry. We had no idea. Do not know what to do. He was there with his girlfriend and then went to look. We were not going to do anything. Throwing flour. Eggs. Things just like that.
"But he ran.
"The black ran. She panicked. And never came back. Fell in the afternoon the next day. "Poor Laura
.- says the woman must have felt horrible.
He raises his eyebrows. Lost his eye in the plastic cup. "That's why I left .- whispers" Yes, there we screw.
She gets rid of the seriousness that fills his face. Smile. She bites her lip as her hand touches his shoulder. "I'm dying to see what you will.
-Sep .- narrows it.
- What did you decide? - She asks as he kisses her hand to bid farewell Do you think with your wife? "I think
alone. I do not want to involve in all this madness.

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The way it is.
our average height is just over five feet and less than two. Compared with the dimensions of the universe, we are a grain of sand but not in a desert but in a world vastly larger than Earth.
live between seventy and ninety years ago. This means that if the total time on Earth, from its inception until now, was a year, our whole life would be significantly less than one-twelfth of a second in that year.
Having this idea in his head at half past three and step wiped the counter of a small bar is an invitation to suicide. Overall, if we are a ridiculous fraction of time and space, why would something so serious suicide? A gun on my temple. Some of Bach in the background. Squeeze the trigger and leave the pettiness to embrace nothing.
my suicide contemplation is interrupted when a couple asks me Coca Cola. I wonder if all clients will think like small bars in the universe that lies behind their caregivers. Or if you just see something in human form is functional to them what they want. I'm a little slow for my internal dialogue and the man snorts grumpy. I smile. I did waste a ridiculous fraction of time greatly in the total time on Earth. But even so, I give the Coca and smile as my boss forced me.
He pulls out his wallet and women, with wheezing, is quick to pay. "You keep your machismo .- babbles her while I get the silver.
The man shrugs. "You too.
incline his head slightly. Like when someone hears something interesting. I guess flip through your conversation while waiting for is an interesting circumvented overnight suicide. Anyway, I did not bring anything of Bach. Neither the gun, fear not. The
I can smell. I love when students come to the little bar Letters. Philosophy Social Communication and well. Dumped as much passion to the critical discourse of an object distance of the object. Even though this object is the reason why they are in the little bar at half past three while waiting for the rest.
"The woman is undoubtedly best poetic image that man .- she argues.
He smiles, almost arrogant. "Do not you realize that your pseudo-feminist stance is an echo of machismo, and is so echo is functional. You say that women are more poetic because you see through the male gaze. A man who does not see himself as beautiful. How poetic. You say that is because it is natural, because it looks the body of man and the woman's body, is common sense say, but there are centuries behind your common sense.
"That's where you are wrong. Reading a bit, using this ... - she says, pointing to his head can take a small step to the side of time. As I pass
wiped the counter asked me what will build a small step to the side of less than one twelfth of a second.
The man leans back in his chair. "You take a step back to say the same things said centuries ago. It's like that concept to analyze from a stranger. Nothing is extraneous. Everything is built and everything is planned. Everything
-Back-symbol .- complete she went to the same theory.
He nods. "Exactly.
- But I am going to deny that between our legs we had no wars, sleeplessness, poems, symphonies, misery and virtues?
-No. But it was a tragedy for your position to say that. Why put women as indirect objects of symphonies and wars and not highlighted as subjects. It is true that. And dry. As the muse that inspires does not create.
"But without his touch, is non-
machismo disguised that. Poetic, but in disguise. Because women stealing our creative subject.
She moves her head from side to side, accepting his defeat discourse. "Right. But there are hundreds of writers and-
"Yes, yes. That is and nobody denies it. But here, "he says, pointing to his head is the idea of \u200b\u200bart of a man digging a muse, seduction of a man approaching him with a woman. There is a social issue and anatomical domain of penetration. And
economic domain.
He nods.
"It's quite tragic. But that common sense will be detonated. Man's time finally arrived.
A couple of minutes in a year. The time came quickly, I think.
- Do you think? - Encourages him, I think this tragedy is so deep in our flesh that is difficult remove. Without going any further, you, with all your feminist views and positions, I look good, you derretís in bed when I tell you you're my bitch.
She opens her eyes, annoyed. Look around to make sure no one listened. "I like that feeling to belong .- answer, shrug.
I never thought I would create something so sweet.
They kiss. Finally. They kiss without the laziness of those couples that are already known. They kiss as if for the first time. Or the last. Now, forgetting and losing the critical discourse on the object, now they understand. I do know is a fraction of a moment to waste no time. Beautiful concept. But I have to pass the cloth on the counter to pay rent.

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There is tension between them. Neither your skin is taut. Years, even decades, have been together. They know their bodies, their scents and secrets. And here they are, at three in the morning, sharing a coffee while waiting for the night.
may have come to have a little privacy. To feel again couples and parents who do not secretly, whispering and mouths covered. You may have just begun to flow. She lives with her mother and gives you itching to go on their first meeting at his house. But no. Repeat. There is tension between them. This is not the first time. This is the calm of two bodies known, want.
-Love .- she says, stirring the coffee.
He raises his eyebrows lazy, waking up the dream of touching they shared. - Yes, darling? - Slipping between his lips. "I was thinking .-
she adds, leaving stir to bring the cup to his mouth" I think there's a girl at work that likes me .- says, to take a sip of coffee.
The man coughs. It happens this way, after all. The cough is more predictable response to something unexpected. - What? - Says, "How? Who?
-A new girl twenties. Do not know her .- she adds. Leave cup on the table. Puts a little more sugar. Stir. Take another sip. "Therefore, I was thinking in a fantasy I have ... - adds, unfinished, fully aware of the power that prayer has to be left unfinished.
He runs his hand through his hair. Contained in the middle of the action, pretend scratching. Settles into the chair and takes a calm expression. Or at least he tries. "Yes, what were you thinking?
"I want to see us.
-That the display.
The woman nods, somewhat embarrassed. - Is not it crazy?
The man sighs. I do not know whether to call it. But how ...? "You would know ...?
She sensed the question. I do not know how to propose something. But if the desire is, find its way.
His smile is from ear to ear. - What is desire?
She smiles in the same way. -No. But how passionate you are going to be today.
Tension has returned. How wonderful.

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3 and 4 and 5 and ... "At last they were applauded Tarts .- one bar before the uncomfortable smile of his girlfriend.
The two men stopped before opening the door, as if suspended. They stood hand in hand. One squeeze of the other. And the other too. "They have difficulty walking
.- laughed the first- What could they have gone through-
Both revolved before the question for clarification of their imbecility.
"Boys ... - calmed.
In just a moment, insults stabbed the air, fists wore faces, hands flaunted blood of others and my suspension broke on my grind. Donato
at the corner. To think what he has done. Not to be soaked in this world. Simply take a small step back and call security. Or that you did not understand, Mr. Cavallini? "From behind the counter looked as he saw? Did not see that it is safer to live there?
Maybe I did not see you, sir. I was wrong. Give me bonnet, pégueme in nails with the rule and tell me when will my punishment.
in two weeks.
So here we are.
Here we are, Donato.
was two weeks.
spent two weeks, sir. Think back
soaked world?
Apuéstelo.