the trip by Frank

My trip to maturity

It was a cool party night of emotion, excitement, alcohol, girls, dancing (but ended up being anything else hotter). As a matter of fact it became something like a turning point in my future. When I realized I was all bleeding, with my shirt tore up and riding my motorcycle I don't know how since I was drowned in alcohol. The fantastic thing was I got home completely unconscious, that was a miracle, a second called that I am still struggling to attend (Lord knows I’ve tried).How did it happen? It is morbid even to recall it. What were its unthinkable consequences? At least one is it made out me more aware of what one can lose if insist acting stupidly or what you can win if accepts guilt as a good adviser.

Because by Diana G

Because….

Because I never sleep late and always wake up early

Because I learnt how to change a diaper in a minute.

Because I learnt how to prepare a formula when I am still asleep.

Because I learnt how to sing baby songs even if I can´t sing at all.

Because I play hide and seek again as if I was 6.

Because I know all the names of the t.v shows on the discovery kids channel.

Because I have to wake up several times in the morning and I don´t mind doing it.

Because I have to pick up toys the whole day.

Because I am not a witch but I foretell what you are trying to tell me.

Because just a laugh can make a day worth it.

Because I have less time for me and all my time is for you.

Because when I look at your eyes I see love and kindness.

Because I spend more time in play grounds and parks than at the hair dresser salon

Because I want to quit my job and spend all my time with you.

Because only watching you when you are sleeping makes me feel calm.

Because since you were born my life changed for good.

Because even with one thousand things more to do, I couldn’t be happier.

How I met my niece.

I felt like a worm packed in a plastic bag full of water. Wait a sec! Now that I recall it, it always had been this way, until that day. I was really used to that, I mean: swimming in a warming and jelly liquid that I liked to taste from time to time –it was salty by the way-. But something was wrong that day and I knew it from the very moment that my warming liquid began to flush down. The more I tried to move, the more I felt the plastic bag attached to my body. The water must have gone somewhere and I had to know where. so I put myself up-side-down and pushed my head close to the hole that the liquid gone through, though not so close as to flush myself down. When I tried to cross the hole with my head, I felt something pushing my head back again. The more I pushed my head outside, the more this strange force kept me inside. After some minutes of a strong wrestling I felt my head in the outside. Finally I would dig myself in that warming liquid again, I thought. But I was wrong, what I felt at that very moment gave me the creeps. A freezing air covered my head in such a way that I felt my bones shaking. So I remained still, with my eyes and my mouth shut. I could barely breathe. I felt the hole closing around my neck so tidily like a lion’s mouth digging its fangs in a gazelle's neck. But the most terrifying experience was about to come. When I thought that I would remain in that position for the rest of my existence I was shot outside like a bullet. Everything was cold and non salty warm liquid around. My heart was about to burst. I hardly breathe. I was really scare. I didn’t know where I was. It took me some minutes to realize that it was my own voice that was breaking my ears. I opened my eyes and an overrated image let me identify a hand that picked me up in the air. I was afraid so, I moved as fast as I could and then, I fell down. I heard many voices screaming at once. I closed my eyes and I screamed again. I opened my eyes again, and this time, my overrated vision let me identify two hands that carried me up in the air. I closed my eyes. Minutes later I was sucking a sweet and warm liquid from a leather bag. I closed my eyes, took a big breath and I felt tranquil.

It was 5:15 am when I was woke up for my sister shouts. Some days before, she went to the hospital. groaning of pain, but the doctors said that the moment didn’t have arrived yet. “Babies born when they are ready to born” mama told her when she came back from the hospital with the same eight-and-a- half months belly. She couldn’t do anything but wait; and wait she did. That dawn was really cold as all August’s dawns. “Mama hurry up, I can hold it” said my sister almost crying. I could see her suffering. She was really in pain: she grabbed her belly with both hands while she crossing her legs. I got dressed in a minute while my mother was taking her shower.” Mom, do you really think this is a good time for taking a shower?” my sister complained. “Don’t push me up I didn’t ask you to get pregnant, did I?” -mama shot back from the bath-. When mom was ready, we went outside looking for a cab. As it was to early, non cab would cross that lonely street. After fifteenth minutes of waiting, a cab appeared in the horizon. I walked until the middle of the way and made a sign for the cab to stop. We got the car. Mama asked the driver to lead us to the nearest hospital. The odyssey started. I think that this old men was kind of drunk. When I asked him to go to the left, he turned to the right. And when I asked him to go forward, he got the left. Suddenly we found ourselves in a cul-de-sac. When we finally could find a way out from this dead end, the baby head began to show up. I was really scared watching my sister trying to hold the baby inside. Hurry up! Said my sister. “Don't shout like that, relax” replayed the driver. “Hold it” – mama suggested- When we finally made it to the hospital the baby's head was long out. Given the circunstances, my sister didn't have another option but given birth in the back side of the cab. I got out of the car, so my mom did. I run to the hospital to ask for help. The guard came with a wheelchair that my sister wouldn't use. “Call a doctor” -I requested- I went back to the cab just in time to see how this baby was shot like a bullet infront of the people gathered near us. My mom shouted so loud that made me scream too. Then, she tried to grab the baby with a hand, unfortunately the baby slipped out of her hand falling down on the cab chair. Every body shouted at once. When mom was trying to grab the baby for the socond time, a young male doctor came. With both hands, he put the baby up in the air, and entered the hospital. That was a tough day . The tranquility came only when I saw my sister breast-feeding a beautiful baby.

A twice told story

A twice told story

Without permission

One day a little girl decided to go to the park. She thought “today I wanted to play , especially in the dangerous wheel”. Thus, she asked her mother “can I go to the park with my nanny? Her mother answered her “no, I am sorry, I go out. You and your nanny must stay on home”. The little girl was angry thinking that her mother was a bad person.

One hour late, the little girl’s mother is not on home. So she persuaded her nanny to go to the park. She was happy, because she really enjoyed this game. When they arrived to the park, they went to the wheel, there were many children there. One boy, the oldest boy was turning the wheel, and each time the wheel turned faster and stronger than the first time.

The little girl was laughing and screaming, this game was very exciting for her. When the wheel stopped, the girl says using a sweet voice “please, one more, handsome boy”. The boy started to run, he turned the wheel, but the girl was not ready, she was standing up, her hands were not holding the wheel. She went flying through the air falling down to the ground, banging out her leg thigh. They came back to the house, the girl was crying, she had a huge hillock in her thigh. Her mother said to her “I told you”, the little girl must go the doctor for several months, before the hillock has disappeared.

Dangerous games in the park

Last week a little girl suffered a terrible accident in a well know park of the city. In this park there is a wheel that is used for many children at the same time. When the children are using it, there are no adults with them. In this case in particular the little girl was thrown through the air after another boy turned the wheel violently. The girl hanged her leg thigh, which caused that a huge hillock was appearing there. The girl was taken to the doctor, and he told us that the girl needs several months of therapy in order to the hillock disappears. The park was closed by authorities.

An open letter to the zancudo By Ingrid Urán

Dear zancudo

You know, all day I’m busy, I’m doing many things: I’m a mommy, I’m a student, I’m a girlfriend and I’m a female worker. At the end of the day, I really want to arrive to my house and rest.

For me arrive my house is a nice moment, because I love to see my son and my boyfriend. The night is a time to talk with them about their day and their stuff. Unfortunately, you are in my house with me. You are there like another son or like the sun in the universe. Smart zancudo, don’t let me to know that you are.

You are hanging around, but as far away as you can, regarding and waiting. You heard all that I say or I do. As a wild animal watches his prey to surprise her, you choose the precise moment in order to start your show. Far from my mind you are, calmly I take a bath, I dress my pyjamas and I lay on my comfortable bed. It’s time to rest. However you don’t think in the same way, this is your party time. Perhaps for you is the night young? During the day was not you work?

When I am falling asleep, you start doing these noises to announce your arrival as if you were the king or the president. These noises surround to my ear as making fun of me, because I cannot catch you. Using your rapid flight as a jet, you realize maneuvers that make impossible that I see you, also seem that chapulin has giving his pills of chiquitolina, since with this so insignificant size, transforms my night.

It looks like a battle between David and the Giant, me with my big hands treating to squash you, and you evade me

As if it is not enough, you call your cliques, filling you with the value to continue with the mess. I ask you why did not you do it in your day? Use the light of day to work as I do it. Have Mercy on me, and you leave me to have one calm night.

I only ask me When the day came and a strong rain of insecticide will you reach?.

Then your wild nights will be over , and I can sleep in peace.

With of my love

Ingrid

A twice-told-story

Instructions to be frightened by a ghost at a friend’s house at three in the morning

To be successfully frightened by a ghost at a friend’s house at three in the morning you must follow the very next steps. First of all, go to a friend’s house to work on a research project you have to present the next day. Second, get tired working on this assignment; mainly because of the painful and merciless computer’s screen. Third, pretend you effectively finish the assignment because you are really tired and because it is not actually interesting at all for you. Fourth, go to a tight and tough bedstead at 2:45 in the morning. Fifth, try to sleep because you have to get up early in order to present such assignment. Sixth, let a ghost pull you out by the feet at the very moment you are about to slumber away (at 3:00 in the morning). Seventh, tell your friend you “just felt like falling down the bedstead” in order to calm him down once he wakes up in panic because of your screams and abrupt movements. Finally (and optionally), get more frightened after your friend, badly relived, tells you he sometimes feels a ghost pulls him out by the feet twice or three times per night.

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“Sonnet”

I lie on a friend’s tight and tough bedstead

Trying to sleep at three in the morning,

My mind stands at the verge of a thick state;

Eyelids weigh due to an eve learning calling.

Though tiredness easily governs me,

Minutes-hands pass and sound aloud,

Suddenly, a horrifying voltage shakes me;

My feet are abruptly and mightily pulled out.

My head is indeed far away from the header,

And my friend brusquely wakes up in panic

Asking me for accounts of such manner;

I say: “just felt falling down”, awfully aphonic.

Alas! My friend, badly relieved, speaks out:

“O! I usually feel a spirit pulls my feet out”.

Anecdote

A crime of passion

Breaking news:

Yesterday night a horrible crime, followed by a suicide, took place in a hispanic neighborhood of New York City. Carlos Suarez murdered his wife, Ana Vazquez de Suarez, by stabbing her seventeen times in her abdomen, chest and neck, with a 314 × 435 - Single Blade Pocket Knife. After killing his wife, Mr. Suarez committed a suicide by shooting himself with a 350 × 280 - Maxsell Jackal Full Auto Pistol, in his head.

Everything seems to point out a crime of passion due to Mr. Suarez´s jealous since her wife worked as a waitress in a well-known restaurant of the city. Their little seven years old son, Juan Carlos Suarez Vázquez, witnessed this entire scene.

Juan Carlos Suarez Vázquez tells us:

“...Daddy was really angry with my mum and…… I didn´t know why they were fighting. I felt frightened but I kept in silent. Mum cried and said to my daddy: “that´s not true, they´re lying to you, you are my only man.” Daddy pushed her and hit her…..and… suddenly, daddy took a pocket knife and started wounding my mum. I cried, I wanted to do anything but I did nothing. Later, Daddy looked at me and started crying. Mum was on the floor, there was a lot of blood by anywhere. I was confused... I didn´t know what was going on with my mum. She seemed to be unconscious or… death. Daddy walked to their bedroom.

I decided to help my mum… I approached her. I started praying to Dios as mum had taught me.. but.. Something cut off my player. That was a pistol´s sound which came out of my parents´ bedroom…”

A couple quarrel:

Carlos: I know what you were doing last night with that man

Ana: you’re wrong dear and…. you know that due to my job at the restaurant I deal with many people

Carlos: mmmm, they told me!! They told me what you do, they told what you are. Don´t lie to me, fucking bitch!!

Ana: that´s not true, they´re lying to you, you are my only man. You know!!

Carlos: what do you think?? Bitch!! That I´m a fucking idiot!!

(He pushes her and hits her)

Ana: stop please! Our baby is in front us! (She starts crying)

(He takes out a pocket knife and starts attacking her)

Carlos: Now! You´re not gonna fool me anymore!

(She screams horrified as he stabs her seventeen by anywhere and she falls death on the floor)

Carlos: Carajo! What did I do?

(He looks at his son and cries. After murdering his wife, he goes to their bedroom)

Carlos: I need to rest from this fucking life! This stinks! …. Damned woman!

(He shoots himself with a pistol in his head)