Advance "Amber", by Nicolás Ferraro

3

—That doesn't count as an animal.

"How no, Creosa?"-tells me.

-Nope.The dog is almost a person.Cats too.You have to be one that you cannot have at home.

Dad thinks or makes it think.The bench is so finite that it's like going on the route.

-Cow.

-Post?It is the most boring animal in the world.

"But it's the richest.

Brakes, the shoulder bag is changed.

"What is your favorite animal?"

"Are you really asking me?"

"Chiquita was the unicorn.I imagine that you no longer believe in those things.

I do not remember having been so silly as to believe in unicorns.

"The Yaguareté," I say.

"If you never saw one.

-What does it have to do? They are beautiful.Did you see the fur they have?The only bad thing is that they are in extinction.

"If they weren't so nice, they wouldn't be extinction.

I lift a piedrate and throw it on the back.

"More respect, I'm hurt.

The first thing we see is a light on the roof of the hotel, it illuminates a sheet metal with a name that leaves no doubt:

Cupid.

The logo surrounded by rusty and blessed hearts.

"Are you loading me?"

"It's this or nothingness.

The telo has the pieces above, and down a place for cars.The entrance is painted from a furious red.My favorite color.I think it's called Bermellón.The cement floor is splashed and there is a ladder lying next to the door with some buckets.I want to see if it says the exact name of color to know what tincture you are looking for.If it is a scarlet or red or red or whatever.Some would say blood red.But they are people who do not know the blood, who does not know that they change color when it comes out, when it becomes puddle, when it dries.

Above the door, a ceiling with three dead mosquito families lets me see that Dad is very breath.I don't know if for the walk or because he has an infection.

I doubt put me or get the hood.I have no idea how to look bigger.If they see my tips of pink hair or if I do what I don't want to recognize me.

The reception is small, blue and red lights.Behind a glass, there is a man of about thirty.He is watching a TV that turns our backs.They talk about aliens living in a mountain in Chile.

"Wait there," says Dad and points to me an armchair.

When I feel I realize how tired I am.At the moment, we are no longer going to run or do anything illegal, unless they do not accept minors in a telo.

Dad talks to man, but TV is so strong that the only thing I hear is that there would be an UFO landing floor in the Maipo drawer.The guy stretches the neck and sees me in the armchair.Several times they told me that I look like more than fifteen.Above all, bigger skinny.I thought you had eighteen.Guys who had been men for me than I had lived.It was easy to feel disgust.But they also told me boys and girls of my age.I dont know.Something on the face.The eyes, they said when asked.I never knew how to feel with that.

Go know what the person in charge thinks.If it occurs to the Cana because a forty came to take a minor.Many Dad things say - so many must be true - but I would not like them to say about him.The guy looks out and watches me once again.I got the closing of the diver to notice my tits, where my body stopped being a baby first.The manager looks at me a little more and gets back.Back and shoulders, the air long.

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Así que este es el famoso Cupid.The boys use it as a joke, to chape the experience they do not have, that they want to bring you here, but I am sure that if one told them yes, come on, they would stay with a poker face.Hanna and Melina name him from time to time.The false German brought an ashtray to school with the hotel logo, made it fallen from the backpack and left it among the classroom banks.He just "hurried" to keep it once he assured that everyone would have seen it.For two weeks it was the only thing that was discussed.

Next to mine, an illuminated fishbowl that covers an entire wall.I dont know si el vidrio está sucio o el agua turbia.The ladder on the other side is barely distinguished.I do not see any fish, but my reflection, the closing of the low diver and I say what I am doing and I upload it.I look at my face and I think that in the first place my body stopped being baby was on the lips.In the smile.

Bubbles climb up to the surface.In the backstreams of the background there is a clue, beer pimpitas, coins.Also an alliance.I imagine the person getting off the piece and throwing the ring there.Saying already.

Dad changes the leg weight.How difficult is it to get a piece?The bag is off and leave it on the floor.By dragging it from behind, the cylinder head of 38 is in sight.I look at all the roof corners.I don't see security cameras.Some must have.Yes.One above the reception.I hope dad doesn't turn around.The manager looks on TV and tells him something.

"What do I know," Dad answers, ".If I came from space and land in Chile, I would say to all my race that they would not spend on coming.

There is a noise up.Laughs.Steps.The man speaks strong and the woman makes a very long shh.I dont know si pararme y taparle el 38.I don't want you to see me close.If I call it capable, my back is immortalized on the safety tape.The couple lowers the first steps.Dad turns as soon as the neck, looks forward.I always had the idea that weapons are a kind of second skin, which can feel the metal as if it were one more part of its skeleton.And it gives the impression that this is.As soon as the steps approach, the shirt is accommodated and hides the 38.

"They explained that if there are not so many aliens on earth, it is because space trips are very expensive," says the manager, ".Those who stayed here must be having a bad time.

Dad grabs the key, turns around and heads to me.Crazy shit, says Bajito.We climb.The hall is long and the lighting is scarce.The piece is the third to the right.

"Lading," he says, opening the door.

There is a marriage bed with a blanket with the satin edges equal to those that grandmother had Nuria.Few more ugly things.The back of the bed has a sticker stuck with porn channels.Dad supports the bag and 38 on a table under TV.Go to the bathroom.Close the door.Open the tap.Long groans.Next to the window there is an armchair.A busy mirror all the wall.I break my bag and sit on bed.The sticker with the porn channels has the borders taken off.The ashtray is different from the one who wore Hanna.The one now is made of glass and is attached to the light table.But what am I going to say. Che, fui a Cupid.No one would believe me.

There are some keys on the wall.I touch them.A red light is turned on, then a green.I leave only the red.I would like someone to take a picture like that, lying on the bed.It seems that I was in a video clip.

Dad comes out of the bathroom in leather and I hurry to change the lights, but I just get them on all.Use your look of you are large already.He has been using it since I turned ten.

I touch the keys until they leave the normal light.

-How do you feel?

The wound does not seem inflamed and is yellowish by the disinfectant.

-Hurts.That is always good.

Take a gauze and in that gesture there is an order.I am very tired to get up, but I do it.Short tape and I squeeze the bandage very strong.Dad looks for another shirt and puts the old woman in a bag along with the used gauze.

I threw myself in bed with open arms.

"Do you want to eat something?"

I do not look.It is more tired than anger, but I prefer that he believes he is anger.When you know what Pifió behaves better with me.Now that we are safe, I can afford to be angry.For the reflection on TV I see that it has a kind of menu.He is looking at me, waiting, but I'm comfortable like this.I like things to go to my time.Pick up the phone.It has no tone.Chista.The shirt gets fooked and it comes out.

The view spreads on the roof, and I wonder what they thought here, before, during or after, when everything ends, or at least they end.They will look at the roof, that paint of paint and say what I do here.And then they will go out and throw the alliance in the fish tuña, and all that force will be disarmed when hitting with the water.It will fall slowly, shaking, damping.Sinking is slower than falling.

How does anyone decide to leave everything behind?

Sometimes I would like to find mom just to ask him that.

Sometimes I would like to explain me.

Or have the chance to whistle it.

Dad returns with a bottle of water for him and a coca for me.It happens to me with a glass of plastic champagne.He sits on the edge of the bed.From a bag he takes out a salame and cheese crumb blood.I should have told him that he wanted something.Shirt crumbs is cleaned.The paper bag passes me.

"If it's hungry.

There are two ham and cheese bleeds.How long can I keep doing the angry.There is a short and strong groan in the side piece.They don't take longer.Man is louder.With dad we avoid looking at us.Grab the remote control and point it to TV, but the finger is on the Power button.Surely you are afraid of being on some porn channel.Thanks me.I can see a gunshot wound, but not two people taking.

"You will stay in bed, I settled in the armchair.

Now she is the one who groans.And asks.Dad walks from one side to another.I like to see it like that, uncomfortable.I grab a bleeding, escaro in his bag until he finds the walkman.Play Play and I'm not a truce.Pearl Jam.Eddie Sing Cannot Find The Comfort in This World.I dont know mucho inglés, pero eso lo entiendo.I put my hands on the wall and I feel the blows of the back of the bed next door.

I think I'm not going to forget anything about this.That the ashtray could start and take it, talk about the fishbowl and the discarded alliance, but I have no one to tell it.I turn off the light.

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