Trata de Mario,un hombre relativamente joven pero con el espíritu ya algo machacado, que después de años en los que dejó los estudios por buscar su independencia económica fuera de su tierra natal, vuelve a la biblioteca pública donde pasó buenos ratos y donde único era capaz de sentarse a estudiar y sentir motivado y bien por ello.
Está de visita en su ciudad natal y la nostalgia y la infelicidad que arrastra desde hace años le hace ir a visitar algunos sitios donde él recordaba que había sido feliz y que le traían buenos recuerdos.
While walking through the old part of town, a short stroll to an old and neglected place, the center stands the ancient library of La Libertad, where he studied several years for the best prepared and passed exams that good times with friends and classmates and study.
will walk through the halls and rooms of the library, slowly, as if savoring each step and every feeling that emerges from every corner, have been modernized enough to install all types of computers and screens, but a large part of the building and its rooms remain unchanged, causing the sensation shoots through your spine.
There are few people on the premises, only half dozen students scattered and thoughtful ... it's lunchtime and also not a time of testing: it is the best time to enjoy the great culture and exciting to know that in this ancient library.
On the top floor, find an empty table and clean as you like it, where you can organize at home and not bothering anyone and, in turn, be disturbed in their living space in your area "of knowledge "...
As you read, quietly, the news of the day, are the silent murmur of the spring afternoon. Now is oblivious to the huge chains that dragged on for so many years, forgetting momentarily que sus penurias están esperándole en la puerta exterior, a que salga de su escondite, de ese lugar sagrado y talismán de los momentos felices donde “ellas” no puede seguirle y tampoco pueden hacer más daño…
Cuando volvió a su sitio y estaba disponiéndose a volver a enfrascarse en su lectura, apareció por la puerta una joven estudiante negra que decidió sentarse en frente de él protagonista; parecía joven y algo tímida y en un principio, no le llamó la atención quizás porque él apenas se fijaba en las chicas de color, no era un tema racial, parecia más una simple cuestión de gustos.
Enseguida notó que había perdido la concentration but had not noticed her the first home when he exchanged nervous glances with the girl in Africa. Not given greater importance but it felt strange sensations with a reflux did not recall having ever had (oh ... damn memory) how could he have had a similar feeling in his whole damn life ...?
The girl was locked in his books and notebooks and listened to music from a CD but as he repeated what he read or maybe the catchy lyrics of a song, looking furtively exchanged glances with him, and were well all afternoon, well more or less ...
looked quite serious and some communication until it responded to any attempts at conversation with her and showed her perfect white teeth and a tremendously enlightening and contagious smile, that took it apart and could not help but surrender to the evidence that this enigmatic and interesting girl color had bewitched him or something ...
[IDEA OF FINAL]
El, a few hours later another person was different, very different from when he went to that old friend, a very old library that ... it felt different, breathing, different , I walked differently, even thought differently ... it was a maximized version of him is: it was "Super Mario" (sic). Walking hand in hand with Zuleika, the beautiful South African who smiled constantly, as if he felt now, at that time, someone really special, someone happy ... she too, seemed much brighter and more beautiful than when he saw her enter the room principally, he said.
Her full lips and mesmerizing really rivaled his own, one of their best weapons for love and seduction ... As they descended the stairs and headed for the exit, he swore that all who were watching them, probably , as he had done himself in place, no doubt, the odd couple, attracted attention. When they said goodbye
the girl kind of security, walked with a firm step and emboldened typical of when the novelty, the excitement and adrenaline "push" forward ... when they were only two meters from the exit sill, Mario was determined to stop a time, I wanted to say and do something very concrete and dreamed, before leaving his old friend he needed her eyes, hold her tight and almost without words, but not silent and almost no hurry but wanting a break from the rest of world to tell "everything" without frightening just to look, with tact and with an expression clarifying ...
The stopped before leaving Zuleika looked as if not outside it would seem that more and let out a slight penalty catlike meow before clasped tightly against his chest and hugged and kissed her while he stroked her soft cheeks and individuals.
She almost staggered at such unusual show of affection and passion. Decreased in the first moments, but the intoxicating power invaded Mario, and even though he knew perfectly what was their mission, could not but fall made before a jubilant love usually handcuffed, which was loose and flowed endless at times.
After a few minutes, this time it seemed like hours, and almost without her eyes, Mario opened the door ceding that mysterious way to Africa. Almost the instant he set his first foot on the ladder that led to the historic Plaza de Las Ranas, a dozen lunatics was ripped from the hand of Zule, as we affectionately call dreamed, almost watched her disappear before both , bully, with both garrulous.
not remember it was so late and it was such a dangerous place. While watching the "manporros" open hand coming, he could not say if they were 10 or 20 people, it looked and felt just a stampede of hands, fists and feet.
was weird because I did not feel physical pain, but it felt so defeated and killed ... his luck had changed in one breath and at least rejoiced in the wonderful and long kiss he had given Zule, "your" Zule. At any other time, would have felt terrible about not being a hero or at least trying. No, on this occasion that is not the least bit worried because I felt that nothing could snatch his Zule.
When he regains consciousness, he was at the door of the library and returned to take the burdens and the many concerns that had tormented him, it was them, the group of "bullies" who had no mercy when he stepped back reality ...
Well, it was said, at least I dreamed of Zuleika and I was happy only for a moment but it filled me and seemed like an eternity ...
What else I can ask, old friend?
(ja, ja, ja)
