12. - The Paca was rebelled to me

“You have gone with me, Jiménez” said yesterday to Paca, to tenor my conscience to me (for which they are gotten up to this blog, that I will say that of course they are not many. There they). ” How you can think that it would change you by a banana! ““To insinuate that if outside with a banana she would be cowherd, but always with respect, and to even declare publicly that I am a species of cerebral religious Mantis. Or conciencial, that is almost worse because it does not exist as word” really continued gotten upset.I never thought that the Pacas could be gotten upset. When being so within you, he is because you do not think that they have his small heart, his sense of as particular humor as the one of anyone, and, I do not know, its blond hair or something thus. Tirabuzones, perhaps. (It has eggs, not me digais that I exaggerate, which is the vocabulary: tirabuzones. Strip mailboxes. And what the mailmen recogan)- Paca, you must understand it. A little in the appeared sense spoke.- You always walk excusándote in that. That if you say that, or the other, or even the one of beyond. But that yes, in sense always appeared. And that ends up jodiendo a little.- But already you know me. you know…- The only thing that I know is that I believe that Millás and Gonzalo Suarez have made in you too much notch. You try to emulate to them and you do not have its category. For that reason I was born. And also the monkey. But of you, my dear Jiménez, of you, you cannot escape. Neither with me, nor without me.- you see like sometimes it give fear me, Paca. Reason why you say and reason why you are.- Your personages are you yourself. Better, your personages are that part of you who you do not want to see…- For, Paca, really that these giving a little me fear. you see me like a monkey? Cree that I need to put in your mouth things that I do not dare to say? - Not At heart I am the monkey and a rhetorical toy. Appeared. And that if that gives fear. To think that your conscience is appeared or rhetorical.- But…- But there are no peros, Jiménez. Voveré when you really need to me.And it was shut up. It is certain. The conscience was shut up to me. In fact, at the outset I thought that it was exaggerating and with the news of the television newscast it would return to indignant me. But when they spoke of Israel, the Lebanon, the kidnapped soldiers and the bombing to the airport of Beirut, I felt a great restlessness, because I did not feel anything don't mention it. Neither it rages, nor pain, nor indignation, nor boredom. Then I realized of which my conscience had disappeared. And I felt panic.Quickly to calm that fear, I put myself to look for the monkey. Monkey, monito, where you are. And I did not find it. I searched carefully and I searched carefully. I put the house and cocche above legs. Even the trastero to which it did not lower months ago, revolví poniédolo legs above also with the hidden spirit if it did not find to some of them, to find at least something that recomposed a little to me the spirit. But no. Single I found fotocromo as much signed by Raul which I lost a long time ago, as the one that I lost him to him. And the house keys. And I became to put the wind up. To find the house keys gave me front with the reality of my same one. With its absence. I felt, even, fear of same me. Like the boy who covers itself with sheets to palliate the fear of one night of storm and ghosts. With those white sheets that as much it liked to me monkey.I was everything afternoon shivering. Shivering and poniendome dozens of tititas in all my body. You shiver to cure the wounds that I had done to me, to my conscience, and I suppose that also my monkey, although with the hair less will be seen him, but surely than it has them. For that reason, in front of the mirror, I covered my body of trocitos with rectangular pegadizo plastic, trying to guess where the consciences live, where they live the Pacas on each one and thus aliviralas something.I put a pair of dozens in the head and the face, that I believe that it is where there are but possibilities that it lives. the one of the mouth me I had it to clear after several seconds. Not to axfisiar to me. Also I put myself you shiver in the arms, although without many hope. Eight or ten. But I do not believe that the conscience lives an arm and to be pending to cut to the nails every week. I put other five or six in each leg. Two in a foot, the left one, and three a finger meñique of the right foot, that is the one that hurts more. The legs if they gave more hopes me by that of which a conscience must of paterate a little the left hemisphere of your brain. A good kick of your conscience, your particular Paca, and to feel.Also I put one in the left testicle, but I do not believe either that they live there. He would be too machista. So I cleared me arrancandome immediately painfully several pelillos. God, that pain.But it did not work either. What yes the stupor face worked fué first and healthy descojono after my two daughters. After being astonished, much then already they do not know me, they were begun either from laughter as single they know to ***reflx mng themselves. With its so particular laughter and during several minutes and tears, they said: “papa, these atontao. You have seen that dot you take” “Loquito is my father” said the small Paula, that is, Paulita. And they occurred to the return riéndo. although all this me I imagined it, like its faces, because I could not see it. You shiver them that they covered each one of my eyes prevented to see everything and nothing me. And when not seeing anything, I stuck cocotazo against the corner of the wall of my bathroom. Or that believed I, because it really was in the kitchen and I struck myself with the refrigerator.And I say that it worked because at least the sense of the ridiculous situation went to me: “Pero you have seen that dot of gilipollas you have with all those you shiver. Piltrafilla”Piltrafilla. Thus it is as it felt to me. Without conscience, without monkey, hairs in a testicle and pride. And with a dwelled eye, covered by it shivers it, but mulberry. And you shiver by all the sides. Gilipollas and piltrafilla.In that, my friend called to me Elisa de Filmax. Of Filmax it is not a last name. it is a work place. She said to me that she was pregnant woman, of two months, who was moved, just as Alberto, his husband, who he was not embarrassed but was moved. And she also moved me to me. Much, because I want much to them to both. Good, I will confess that to Elisa a little more (I wish the best thing you for the three). Thus, all moved, fell to me all you shiver them. It seemed a tiritero tree in autumn, with all you shiver falls, in the ground.And I knew that habias be you, Paca. With the good eye I watched towards the furniture of the entrance and saw that the house keys were not. And I smiled. Good, first I smiled and soon it breathes alleviated. It knew that they were there. That way. Paca and my monkey.

Jimmy