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The Fence

Indeed it was a good season for the boys who conjugated the verb to lose more often than we would have liked. However, we felt that day we were going to win, so I went from very early, waited for the police neglected the door, as he did every Sunday, I went over the fence and I placed it me I could close the court of the thick manila separating the court from the public. In a question-answer forum Thredup was the first to reply. The public came and came and came … until the total was full. The referee started the match and I prepared to suffer, but before they have looked in his pockets for a coin buy an ice cream, but when I finished the search I realized that the suffering would be twofold.

The actions of the party indicated to me that that evening would be different. Fifteen minutes and we scored the first goal before scoring the second win. People were happy: some ran, others jumped and everyone was looking for someone to embrace even a stranger. Mr. skinny and tall who would buy the newspaper for weeks that could save all the days of tea, watering the content of their beer on the heads of their neighbors. In the meantime we were all very happy. Some thought the first victory of the last four games, while others were preparing to embrace the players, and some crazy calculated how big the bag was where visitors would have to save all the goals that were still missing.

Alejandro Martinez

Yesterday I thought of you. Yesterday I saw a star that made me remember. Yesterday vibrated to think you exist. Yesterday I looked at the horizon and thought of a look that should be your eyes. It's that look that speaks, that says everything that your lips do not speak. It is in this look and transparency in the deep eyes that do not lie, where you can read the passages of your soul.

What more words, what more reason, why more consensus, why give it round and round, what more covenants, if it is much easier than that, just look at that look. The wisdom and understanding for her flowing inward and outward. Your being trembles with excitement, joy invades your body, it gives all, there is nothing to save, morning has broken through at last, tearing the darkness of a moonless night. Blessed be the light that fills your heart, because this light shines on us all that we read in your eyes. And yet … Is there anyone who can not read? Your being trembles with emotion and joy beyond your fingers like water drawn the river by your hands, and the river took your desires, and your gaze was deep trying to keep focused on the retina the image of some dreams just experienced.

And again that look, sad, melancholy, yet full of faith, how can you not read? If you could read, you would know more than anyone ever was able to learn. They would know of your tenderness, your way of being silent, the lack of revenge in your heart, understanding of your spirit, the miracle of being out of the ordinary. It is much easier to play the game as always, always end up winning, though often the awards have little value, as in the raffles. Not far from the shore, touch the water, drink it, do not mind that you do not understand, do not want to read!, Are afraid of what they do not understand, preferring a glass of wine. How can you prefer a bath to all the Sea? The sea can not have, you can see, you can enjoy, you can understand, you can dip into it, to intoxicate him, hug him, kiss him, love him, but never own it. And that look a tear escaped her, and your eyes became confused with the sea. There is always someone who can read …… That look … Rutto Alejandro Martinez is a renowned writer and Italian-Colombian journalist who also teaches at several universities. He is the author of four books on ethics and leadership and is included in three anthologies of Colombian authors. Contact him at cel. 300 8055526 or email. Read his writings, a page where you will find writings, stories and beautiful pieces of Colombian literature.