Sometimes self becomes its own barriers, its own constraints, without realizing one, limited, unconsciously, their chances of success. For example, when I see a nice clock in a window, say, a Omega black dial, automatic stop thinking about it because I close the possibility that someday I can have a clock as well. A clock is prohibitive for me. So think of a black dial Omega watch.
When Ms. Aguirre, as I call it, crossed the threshold of the door, feeling the air perfume and its majestic presence, I remembered the black dial Omega watch that I can never have. Is unattainable as a woman, as a female, as a person. It is too sleepy for a dream.
But my broken foot prevented me hold me normally because a simple touch with the ground or anything, it makes me look far beyond the stars and for that reason, I guess, Ms. Aguirre said he accompanied me to my room to give me over and talk to me.
offered his arm to hold me better and I thanked him and his arm went into the room I have rented. With her high-heeled black boots is taller than me and her hair as black and black leather jacket and black leather skirt and her black eyes and their fingernails painted black and black leather belt, wide large silver buckle, made clear that he likes black. The black leather.
- You have a very nice room. - He said when I helped me to sit in bed and leg propped on a pillow on a chair. He approached the window and watching the scenery overlooking the Retiro, adding that he looked impressive sight, she lives on the street Ibiza, to be coincidence that we overlooked, since his house is not a landscape so beautiful, that this box, my box is impressive, like a sunrise in a forest of oak or beech, an oak or a beech. I love that picture. Come very upset, just tell me. Your boss, Mr. Alonso has had a serious accident on his way to Pastrana to join his wife and daughters. Is in the hospital in Guadalajara. Do not know if you can out of a coma.
- Mr. Alonso had a car accident? - Surprised, but not much, because this morning when my boss looked at my picture, saw a car accident. Perhaps his own accident.
- Yes, how it happened. It went into a curve before reaching Pastrana. He called me a while ago Mr. Yagüe, her chief of bureau. So between your ankle injury and now the car of Mr. Alonso, is to wonder if there will be a spell, a curse, evil eye, against the company. I have to be careful. I come to leave my children in Cité de Méndez Álvaro Cinema and saw two shots of cars, but only sheet. This time it is not surprising. It's hot here.
- Wear comfortable, if you want. - It's funny, smoke Lucky Strike no tip. It brings back memories. During the college years smoked unfiltered Chesterfield, my then-boyfriend half smoked three caravels and a special friend, Leon, smoked bison. This room is like a world map where there are some things that look like mine. You have a good collection of National Geographic, English edition, as my husband, this zippo, these spikes, many CDs and that picture is the forest of my childhood in Montejo Who painted it?
- I, Mrs. Aguirre. I painted that picture myself. - I like it because it has mystery, seems to be alive and as if to move the trees and the reflections of sun rays. Depending on how you look suggests different things. Sorry if it bothers you that gossip your stuff. By the way, what was coming, here's your envelope.
The money comes on the payroll. Missing commissions and incentives. I always have to cool something. There is no way to get paid according to my predictions and as agreed in the contract. I feel like my revolver out of the box and skip the brains out of this emissary, this Skulking, this figurehead of the company I work for, this accomplice, this blood sucker like me Will workers killed or leave?
then slid her black hair on his face and making the gesture with his hand to remove hair in front of your eyes and look at me ... it seemed crack the immensity of the desert with my sadness ... 
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