CONVERSACION CON ORLO
-año 2000 ?
----Mi cena con ORLO ARCO
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EL UROLOGO
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-yo he cortado muchos pitos -pingas-con cancer,aun de hombres jovenes y se salvaron y viven
de masculinidad del recuerdo
-y que hacen con el organo?
-lo enviamos a la clinica para guardarlo en cloroformo,etiquetado y archivado,lo mismo que los
prepucios de circuncision o los cueritos que estrangulan penes
-para que?
-por si alguno hace demanda de mala praxis...una vez vino un padre,de esos que no se
interesan nunca por sus hijos y le dio un tiro a un enfermero porque dijo que no necesitaba
sacar ni tripa ni huevos...
Un joven se resiste a la operacion y le revienta el cancer como una coliflor,se le impregna de
olor fetido antes de morir
-Yo le dije,a veces,mas vale sin pene,peero vivo....
}.............................................................................................-Casado/a infiel En cualquier
lado siempre hay un (millon) chivato (soplon) al lado del seguroso. Son mas realistas del rey
porque son vocacionales Inventan reglamentos o dan caracter retroactivo a decretos
mencionados,que nadie encuentra y no dejan constancia escrita ni firmada. Son los funcionarios
del miedo del rey desnudo. Son los pajes del guetto de la sociedad cerrada y paranoica . Siempre
al acecho de algun peligroso pensamiento. Son verdosos,babean por dentro,padecen
hidrocefalia y diarrea interna,aunque viven en buenas casas Como Montevideo es una ciudad
chicauno se topa con chivatos y los conoce por el olor de la putrefaccion que sobrepasa el
Kenso. Subi a un colectivo (digamos guaga,bus,liebre) y un loco fashion intento seducirme con
sus ojazos lorquianos y cuando supe que era el secretario del secretario y amante del amante
del legueleyo-escriba,chivato,que me aplico el decreto desconocido y retroactivo y se lo dije:-
aun esta en la salamandra de la chimenea? el,se lo dije sin enfasis,sin pena ni gloria,el
loquitoseductor salio volando por la ventana como un fantasmita se escapa por los tubos de
neon......................................................................
-Garrapata ---Prefiero a Bucowsky ( se escribe asi?)o a Reinaldo Arenas,a Lezama Lima,aunque
me fascina Paradiso,ese barroco es una amiba pegajoza,un coito que no se acaba nunca,tan
garrapata como el genial constructivismo de Torres Garcia.......................................
4-Uno mas Lo imagine de madrugada,no me dejo dormir,son las 7 a.m.,voy a escribirlo y no lo
recuerdo,volvera a torturarme alguna noche Adonde,m...,se fue?
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EL INVERTIDO
Cuando Orlo tenia 9 años ,su amiga Melania tenia 11,alla en la bella Guantanamo,y segun me
decia,habia un farmaceutico de voz chillona en el pueblo-quiero aclarar antes que se me vengan
arriba,que no todos los que tienen voz chillona son como estas...porque en la iglesia hay un
casadito,que le gusta chismear y tiene voz chillona y no es...dijo Chismosa que no se
considera,claro,...disculpen)
La gente lo llamaba,muy malamente y con groseria,el invertido
-Melania-preunto O.-que es un invertido?
_Es un hombre con tetas-dijo ella que todo tenia que saberlo.
Por unois años O. se preguntaba donde escondia las tetas aquel,si tenia o no tetas y que clase
de tetas seria.
En ese tiempo no se usaban las tetas redondas y duras de ahora,sino conicas,blandas y algo
caidas,es decir,naturales
Fue mirando:doctoras amigas,escritores y pianistas solitarios...eso si,flaca,con mucho respeto y
sin homofobia y con mucho temor de la ira sagrada de los defensores de la tolerancia.
-Cuando yo estaba en el septimo grado rural y usaba un pesadisimo machete para mi cuerpo
flaquito y cortar caña de azucar con metas,aparecio un grandote como un oso con senos.
-Ese no es un invertido,Melania,me estas vacilando,jodiendo.
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EL PIANISTA
El viejo pianista ,en su casa de miedos,sale con un ramo de flores por el fondo y golpea en su
puerta delantera y lo entrega al pianista...digo.el ramo de flores,obvio.
Algo digno de Ricardo Arenas,pense,cuando hablaba del viejo y genial Lezama Lima y su corO de
poetas y poetastros.
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EL DIRECTOR DE TEATRO
Bernhart Wolf vive y dirige teatro en Berlin Este y hereda la gran tradicion de Brecht
Tiene proyectos en accion en Chiapas,en santiago de Cuba y ahora en una universidad de
Sudafrica,aunque reside,con su nueva mujer,en Estocolmo un poco y otro poco en la ciudad de
Wenders y sus cielos con angeles. o
Nos conocimos en Montevideo,cuando viajaba con la dulce y descalza Maya,residente en
Ginebra.El monto aqui:" Donde esta la salida? Entrevista al cubano Hector Quintero",para Bolsa
de Valores Culturales y yo hice una de las edades de Hector y el actuo como el reportero
viajero.Trabajo el escritor cubano-uruguayo Otlando Vicente Alvarez como actor.
El leyo mi texto "Basta" traducido por Canstet Heinz ,me pidio otra obra,fotorgrafio 72 imagenes
de mi casa y viajo a Tacuarembo para ver si la energia era individual o colectiva.Dijo,es
colectiva.
Con Urich Schraeder,Uli,desechamos "Espermatozoides a la salsa" y "Los perdedores de siempre"
y tradujo "Dioses de barro"
A Bernhart y a Mara no les gusto.
-Es deprimente,draculiana,y toca temas de instrospeccion y silencio que ya paralizaron el teatro
aleman.Ademas no es interactiva .Le falta dialogo y crecimiento.
Y era verdad,el preferia la esperanza y yo comence a escribir La resurreccion del Che y su visita
al Congreso.
Entonces produje Nunca digas nunca jamas
(http://ar.geocities.com/amilcarlegazcue/Nunca1.htm)que el propio B.tradujo .
La investigo a fondo,porque es un gran investigador.
Recuerdo por ejemplo que se interso por la palabra Hobbes hasta que encontro al dueño de la
palabra.
El trabaja con palabras pero tambien con acciones.
Se lo entrego a Simone porque su coreografia es excesiva (costaria mas de 50000 dolares) digna
de un gran teatro ,dijo,y no de un teatro underground o un teatro universitario en Ciudad del
Cabo o popular en Chiappas o Cuba...
Asi que el cansancio y el silencio de Europa,reflejado en su teatro,y qgrego,en todo el
arte,incluido el neobarroco visual del cine y los videos,no lo digo yo,sino uno (y muchos mas)
europeo
O por lo menos un europeo brillante como Bernhart,que seducido por Moliere,recorre America
Latina y Africa.
Amilcar Legazkue
Montevideo
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PARTE MEDICO EN EMERGENCIA
como la vida siempre en...
PARTE MEDICO EN EMERGENCIA
Tenia Aniceto una crisis profetica,pero sin carisma.
Una incontinencia verbal que amenazaba sin cesar con castigos de plagas y catastrofes,dentro
del viejo hospital de Chinandenga y una gran erudicion y coherencia.
Inyectado con antiinflamatorios y neurolepticos ronca con placidez.
Asi,cada semana ,los familiares lo traen a emergencia para que las amenazas se conviertan en
una pacifica siesta tropical
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EL PROCTOLOGO
Esun guajiro muy macho pero se aficciono al masaje prostatico y cada semana al firme espera
su turno.
El proctologo grita:
-que venga un enfermero que este enfermo me tiene podrido
O que se vaya al Japon
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EL AÑO NUEVO DEL INMIGRANTE
---------------------------------------------------Dice el caribeño:
-Mira este cielo,ni estrellas tiene y esta agua no es como el agua de mi mar.En mi pais el cielo y
el agua son tan bellos que jamas se olvidan.
Dice el sureño:
-como mi paisito no hay ninguno
y el peruano,invitado por el emabajador para cenar con el Presidente;
-este ceviche esta muy mal hecho.Como en mi pais no....
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amilcar legazcue CONVERSANDO CON ORLO ARCO año 2000 ?-Montevideo.Uruguay
----CONVERSATION WITH ORLO
-year 2000
---- My Dinner with ARCO ORLO
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Urologists
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_ I have cut many dicks -pingas-with cancer, even of young men and were saved and live
masculinity of memories.
_And they do with the organ?
_We're sent to the clinic to save in chloroform, labeling and archiving, as well as the foreskins of
circumcision or strangling penises by skin.
_For what?
_In case any malpractice lawsuit makes ... A father once came, those who were never interested
in his children and gave her a shot a nurse because he said he did not need take no guts or eggs
...
A young man resists the operation and crack the cancer as a cauliflower, it is impregnated with
fetid odor before dying.
'_I told him, sometimes, it is better without a penis, but alive ... ................................
.................................................. ...........
__married / A unfaithful. Anywhere there is always a (million) informer (snitch) next "seguroso".
They are more realistic that the king because they are vocational. Invent regulations or give
retroactive decrees mentioned that nobody finds and leave no written or signed record. Officials
are afraid of the naked king. They are the pages of the ghetto closed and paranoid society.
Always on the lookout for any dangerous thought. They are greenish drool inside, suffering from
internal hydrocephalus and diarrhea, although they live in good houses. As Montevideo is a tiny
city sneaks one finds and knows by the smell of putrefaction that exceeds the Kenso. I went up
to a group (say guaga, bus, hare) and a fashion mad attempt to seduce me with its Lorquian big
eyes and when I knew he was the secretary of the secretary and lover of lover attorney-type,
sneak, that I was applied the stranger and retroactive decree and I said: 'Even the salamander is
in the fireplace? He, I said without emphasis, inglorious. The little seducer flew out the window
like a ghost by neon tubes scaped .................... ..................................................
--- -Garrapata Prefer to Bucowsky (write well?) Or Reinaldo Arenas, Lezama Lima, Paradiso
fascinates me I though, that baroque is a catchy amoeba intercourse that never ends, so tick as
great constructivism Torres Garcia .......................................
4-One more imagined at dawn, I do not let me sleep, are at 7 a.m, I'll write it and I do not
remember, I will return to torture me some night Whither, s ... it went?
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THE UPSIDE
When Orlo was 9, her friend Melania was 11, back in the beautiful Guantanamo, and as she said
to me, had a pharmacist squeaky voice in the people-want to clarify before I come up, that not
all who have squeaky voice they are how are you ... because in the church is a litttle married
man, who likes to gossip and have squeaky voice and not ... Gossip not considered, of course, ...
excuse me I said.
People called him very badly and rudely, invested.
-Melania-Asked Orlo.
-what is an inverted?
_It A man with tits _everything she had to know she said.
For a few years Orlo. wondered where that hid tits, tits if he had or not and what kind of serious
tits.
At that time they were not round and hard as it used today, but conical, soft teats and
something falls, they were naturals.
He was looking for: women doctors, writers and solo pianists ... that if, skinny, with respect and
without much homophobia and fear of sacred wrath of advocates tolerance.
When I was in seventh grade and rural used a very heavy machete to my skinny and cutting
sugar cane with goals a body appeared a big man like a bear with breasts.
That's not an inverted, Melania, these vacillating me, fucking.
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THE PIANIST
The old pianist, at home fears, comes with a bouquet of flowers at the bottom and knocks on
your front door and delivers it to the pianist ... I mean, the bouquet, obviously.
Something worthy of Ricardo Arenas, I thought, when he spoke of the old and great Lezama
Lima and his chorus of poets and poetasters.
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THEATER DIRECTOR
Bernhart Wolf lives and directs theater in Berlin East and inherited the great tradition of Brecht
It has projects in action in Chiapas, in Santiago de Cuba and now a university in South Africa,
although he lives with his new wife in Stockholm a little and a little in the city of Wenders and his
skies with angels.
We met in Montevideo, when he traveled with sweet and barefoot Maya, resident in Geneva. The
amount here: "Where is the exit interview the Cuban Hector Quintero?" Values for Cultural
Exchange and I made one of the ages of Hector and he acted as the reporter traveller.The
Cuban-Uruguayan writer Orlando Vicente Alvarez as actor.
He read my text "Basta" translated by Canstet Heinz, asked me another work, He fotorgrafied 72
images of my house and traveled to Tacuarembo to see if the energy was individual or collective.
Said, it is collective.
With Urich Schraeder, Uli, discard "Sperm sauce" and "Losers always" and translated "Gods of
clay"
A Bernhart and Mara did not like it.
It's depressing, draculiana, and touches on themes of introspection and silence and paralyzed
the German theater. Also it is not interactive. Lacks dialogue and growth.
And it was true, he preferred the hope and I started to write Resurrection of Che and his visit to
Congress.
So I produced "Never say never" translated by B. himself.
I investigate thoroughly, because it is a great researcher.
I remember for example that Hobbes interested in the word until he found the owner of the
word.
He works with words but also with actions.
I hand him over to Simone because the choreography is too dignified (cost over 50,000 dollars)
from a large theater, he said, and not an underground theater or a university theater in Cape
Town or popular in Chiapas or Cuba ...
So fatigue and silence of Europe, reflected in his theater, and added, in all art, including visual
neobarroco film and videos, not what I say, but one (and many more) European
Or at least a brilliant European and Bernhart, who seduced by Moliere, runs Latin America and
Africa.
Amilcar Legazkue
Montevideo
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MEDICAL EMERGENCY
As always in life ...
MEDICAL EMERGENCY
Aniceto had a prophetic crisis, but without charisma.
A verbal incontinence that constantly threatened with punishment of plagues and catastrophes,
inside the old hospital Chinandenga and great erudition and coherence.
Injected with anti-inflammatory and snores placidly neuroleptics.
So, every week, the family bring him to emergency in order the threats become a peaceful
tropical nap
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proctologist
It's a very male guajiro but was an amateur to the prostate massage and every week at firm
waits his turn.
The proctologo shouts
That comes a nurse. This sick man got me rotten. Or he goes to Japan.
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IMMIGRANT NEW YEAR
Says the Caribbean:
_Look at this sky, no stars have and this water is not like my water sea. In my country the sky
and water are so beautiful that you never forget.
Southern says:
_As my little country there is none.
And Peru, invited by the ambassador to dine with the President;
_This ceviche is very wrong. Not as in my country ....
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Amilcar Legazcue ORLO TALKING WITH ARCO 2000 -Montevideo. Uruguay.
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Tuesday, May 17, 2016
EXCERPT FROM THE NOVEL "CHINANDEGA: CUBAN DOCTORS IN NICARAGUA"
When they were happier for beer and hors d'oeuvres, they went to dance to Ranchón where
there was a dance floor. They danced with enforce and joy. They could not ask for more to life. It
had already fallen the night and beyond the farm Mangales surrounding darkness of dense
forest and the new moon cast its light on the edge of the forest loomed. Suddenly a helicopter
with a deafening noise thundered through the sky. Several military jeeps occupied the area. One
of them came forth Commander Fidel Castro and all youth ran to the vehicle to applaud and
honor him.
Fidel dressed as usual olive green uniform. It was placed next to the door of the jeep and
spoke to those present:
__ I see that they are all very young. It is the first mission to send to Nicaragua to make the
internship in hospitals of different departments. With you are the teachers of the important
subjects __ was a long pause and then look at the charge of the support group commander who
is especially recommended organizing this mission. __ Angela you tell me if everything is ready,
they go after tomorrow.
Angela, a girl in her thirties with hair dyed blond, slender and pretty, replied:
__ Yes, Commander, everything is ready to detail. The guys will be well placed.
__ Why do not we go to Ranchón to have closer exchanges with young people? __ Fidel
inquired.
All the boys ran to Ranchón where they sat on chairs and made a semicircle around where
Commander sits . Daniel stayed on the outside of the shack and climbed on a chair to see the
president from above. Bodyguards intimidated him with his walky-talky surrounded the shack. At
the moment he had the feeling of being excluded from a pack of dogs. If boldest would have
sat by the alpha male and would speak directly to their concerns. But that was no longer
possible. Fidel spoke:
__ I have recently stopped smoking cigars. It has not been easy. What I miss most is the
absence of the lighter in my pocket than cigars. Whenever I went patted his pocket in search and
still not lose the habit.
Everyone laughed at the story. Fidel already relaxed the atmosphere. It was the main theme:
the mission.
__ I know you are going to take up the spirit of our brave youth to know Nicaragua and show
how a revolutionary Cuban doctor. Always give the example. Sacrifice is all we asked. The
Revolution will know compensate later. __ He paused and then added, changing his tone and
turning to his side __ Angela. Is there anything that young people need and you have not asked?
Angela had been working with the group to support the Commander two years. She knew him
well to anticipate their desires. While other heads rolled at the slightest mistake, she had been
able to stand, fighting tooth and nail against an egomaniac that brooked the slightest fault. It
had almost canceled his personality. Just becoming a machine efficiency and speed to please the
smallest wishes of the boss. He had kept a submissive spirit but firm in making decisions,
anticipating the whims of the President. It had survived and planned to stay in the ring for a few
years. Do not be deceived. He knew that subordinates the commander did not last long.
Therefore had a saved letter in:
__ First thing tomorrow they receive at the Faculty of Giron new books of Surgery and Internal
Medicine . Also white robes of his stature to make them presentable at work. We know that
Nicaraguan doctors do not wear gowns. So we give the example. Further. __ He paused for
breath and addressed the students in general__ We will give a stethoscope and
sphygmomanometer last generation with a medical bag which can carry things.
Angela did not smile triumphantly. He then held his head bowed modestly exhibiting the best
he could. Commander smirked.
__ Good. It seems that everything is ready, as Angela said, to the last detail. __ Change his
voise__ And now I would hear an opinion of you.
Group of students surrounded the Commander in Chief a girl of short stature, pretty face,
thick hair dyed mahogany and a rounded figurine rose succulent meats. He went to the Chief:
__ I'm Carmen de Santiago de Cuba but everyone calls me Crucita. Let me tell you,
Commander, that this generation of young people trained by the Revolution will not fail you. We
will fight hard to fulfill our duty as the historic generation fought for us. Come up with all the
strength you've instilled in us and the spirit of our heroic guerrilla, Commander Che Guevara. It
why ask that our brigade so called "Comandante Guevara" and we thus identified.
There were murmurs of approval from the group and some cheers and applause were heard
widespread. Fidel carefully observe the student. She looked like a strawberry ice cream cone with
her beige skirt and pink blouse. Le sexually taste. It was a select group of graceful with whom he
had hidden love affairs. Girlish but with strong character, not easy to break. For him it was like a
challenge to his manhood and his status as an almost teenage girl face him in private. And this
girl, as it was called ... Crucita, met the requirements. Too bad the'd discovered so late a few
days to go abroad, but I could contact her later. He was already bored with his current woman
who had filled sons and he had to keep hidden because it went against their image to the
people. It was assumed that he was married to the revolution, that this was his real wife and that
there was no bigger than love of country. That image had been inculcated to the people since
the early years and would not change. Since then, he had to look small Crucitas in the shadows
that his security team made him reach the discretion of state secret and deal with the skinny,
tall and feisty his official wife that few knew and had watered down her character live almost in
hiding. That was too much for a woman of the Supreme Commander of the Revolution.
Crucita ended his speech or speech as Daniel copied sellout high chair in the situation. "But
that big earl girl came to me," he said to himself. He knew from his studies at the Faculty of
Santiago de Cuba. She was a born leader. A vibrant picture of the UJC and she knew it. With its
strident and defiant voice could inflame the coldest public. Everything in contrast to her small
figure that seemed to be nothing. Daniel knew her well. She had a boyfriend of her own age of
weak character compared to her but idolized. He was a student of the Faculty of Engineering
opposite the medical and looked every day, even studied together. But Crucita began his visits
he demanded its lead over the UJC and fell in love with the bus driver was a young athletic but
uneducated. It was fiery in bed in the cities where they had to go on their numerous tours of
accountability. So she broke up with her official boyfriend. He was complaining to her house. The
parents of the girl threw him saying "fagot" And that ended the adventure and good reputation
of Crucita. She was considered a good leader feared for her power but to vulgar pulled his driver
to view. Among her closest friends they began to despise for his gaffe. Were girls from good
families, proud and conceited. Crucita ignored them and continued sleeping with the driver who
treated her more and more.
The commander said a few more sentences farewell and left like the place as he came,
hidden. State secrets were his movements although they were recreational, were made in
absolute mystery. So the people saw in the most official events: celebrations of national
holidays, factory openings, opening of monuments. Activities like this, and more individuals
were secret. All to guard against any enemy north attack but the main reason was to maintain
the cult of personality: strong, elusive like a tiger, mysterious. It had been his life in the last 30
years, it had chosen well, knew the fascination for the people and it motivated them more.
When the procession olive green jeeps and all the bodyguards and support group had
disappeared in the dark, the party declined. Nobody wanted to dance and was drunk. Just
excited. Daniel joined the group of his area and walked to the buses waiting at the edge of the
forest of mango trees. Next to him was Elio who shocked by recent events with Commander
commented euphoric:
__ Did you see that gave me a little squeeze on the shoulder when he left? Did you saw?
__ Yes, I saw it. I was impressed by your outstanding figure. __ Daniel commented
sarcastically.
__ And tomorrow we will give the books we need ... And the esfigmo, esteto and coveralls we
need.
__ That's the power of the Commander. His only word that everything comes out. King Midas
seems ...
Elio looked at him strangely not seeming to understand anything. Daniel saw his the situation
and added:
__ I mean the Commander really cares about us. Sure I do not ignore your presence in the
act__ He paused and softened his words. __ If you have a problem when we are in Nicaragua you
write a letter to the Council of State and resolved immediately.
__ Do you believe?
__I assure.
They took the bus. Night had fallen squarely on the forest, only the glare of the headlights of
the bus back to the Faculty of Giron was visible. Daniel rested his head on the window and
meditate on his life. He had one girlfriend in his life and had not even made love. And this
engagement had ended so abruptly and painfully with the betrayal that had left him as an empty
vessel that the Mission was now trying to fill, not substitute for him away from his nefarious
thoughts and gave a new hope and not let his autoestim dragged along the ground completely.
He was not the center of the world. God knows as would the hearts of other group members,
except marriage, at this stage of things, also broken as his, although they had a stronger self-
defense mechanism and were optimistic by nature, but Daniel's pessimism attacked him in
spurts. He wondered if she had a sort of bipolar personality although this had begun to suffer
with adolescence. His periods of depression although he would call "melancholy" gave by himself
in his room with his beloved books and write long pages in his notebook and in her diary.
Something had inherited from the father with his chronic sadness after the Revolution
intervened business of his love and had plunged into a quiet bitterness and indifference to the
education of the 5 men without giving even a touch or a kind word as they do true parents.
Daniel never forgive such behavior, lack of parental affection, only her mother was not enough
to fill the void. Years later, when he turned thirty forgives papa and justify the cold behavior of
his brothers. But now he was very young and still new things surprised him and nothing like a
long journey for long years away from home to prove himself as a man. Perhaps he loves again
touched on her door.
The next day the speaker of the faculty were awakened and fell to the offices of building
where, after a makeshift desk, Miss Angela was handing them out one by one bulky packages:
medical gowns, promised books, esphingo and stethoscope.
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A CASE OF PRIAPISM
In my professional life I have attended Urologist several cases of involuntary erection penis__
Priapism__ but the highlight occurred in the maritime city of Baracoa in the northern province of
Guantanamo, Cuba.
It was a January morning and I was called from the hospital because there was a case for the
urologist. Took my car and went quickly because it was like a circus not only by the concurrence
of voyeurs but the tent into the savannah over the erect member.
It was a mulatto youn man who two days earlier had returned from the war in Angola and giving
free rein to his repressed sexuality for two years. The penis had been pointing to the sky and
swelled increasingly by the influx of blood flowing into the the member and not leave so the
phallus was huge.
Take him to the operating room and drain by puncturing the glans stagnant blood, I emptied the
contents penis and wash with heparin and send to the room.
A few hours after the member was erect again. Nurses and hospital techniques congregated in
the door to see the phenomenon. I had to get him back into the operating room and make a
large incision in the glans and stop the blood accumulated muddy and wash with heparin. Suture
the wound quickly and sent it to the room with his band member involved in a
sphygmomanometer
the nurse should fill every fifteen minutes to empty. The young man was quiet, did not
obfuscated the striking of the case and felt ashamed.
The next morning the penis was the same but less swollen. Then began arriving relatives.
Without shame or embarrassment they lifted the savannah and watched the erect phallus. With
the greatest nonchalance world touched him and encouraged him saying:
__ But this less m'ijo stopped yesterday. You're improving.
And so they parading all, sisters, mother, cousins and friends. That visit became a show.
Everyone wanted to see and praised him as naturally as the great phallus.
I knew that these cases are powerless if they are long erection. Most occur in individuals who
have sicklemics traits from birth.
A few days gave high youth with priapism, and his member at rest. He was cited for
consultation in 21 days.
When I saw him in consultation the bride came with him.
__ And how is your sexual potency? __ I asked awaiting the complaint.
__ Doctor it Will no problem. Fully recovered.
__ So he said the bride__ No problems.
I satisfied with the course of evolution, rare in these cases.
__Here I bring a bottle of rum to you which take it as a souvenir.
__ No. You better drink it because you are the exception to the rules__ I said smiling.
He took the rum bottle, he opened it and gave sip brandy.
__ This is my reborn to my pinga.
And he came out of consultation happy as a child
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A URUGUAYAN PROSTITUTE
Every day when I got off the car after a tiring day at the clinic I saw a girl of about fifteen reading
a book on the website of the pension front. She looked with her beautiful brown eyes as I
approached the front door. Curious one day I asked if she liked to read.
__ Are you doctor? I say 'cause the white robe you’re wearing.
__ Yes. But tell me. What do you study?
__ I'm in high school. I want to be a nurse when I finish.
__ Do you find it easier to study in the portal?
I say this from the noise of passing trucks and buses.
__ I need quiet to read.__I said.
__ That would be ideal. But when my mother has customers in the room I go out and I take the
time to study.
__Your mother is prostitute.__ I affirm because it was obvious.
__ Sex worker she likes to be called. Some nights, especially Friday and Saturday up are so many
men and I really do not know where to get involved. So I look for a light bulb to read.
I did not know to add to his story. Be silent for a few seconds:
__ Your mother does not think about the future, when she get old. How does she keep?
__ She pays retirement insurance. Sex workers of Uruguay are grouped "The association of
harlots" when the aches and pains have come a pension which need to survive.
__ And your mother has many customers?
__ This varies. There are seven a day and there are days that just one.
__ And that enough to live comfortably?
__ Do not throw butter at the ceiling but we pulling.
I did not know what more to say. I felt sorry for the young teenager, I said a muttered goodbye
and cross the street to the warmth of home. I thought that some women have a hard time but
this girl kept some childish naivete and took her mother's work naturally. Surely she would be a
good nurse.
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GUANTANAMO MOM AMOUR
As in the old Alain Resnair movie can no longer say Guantanamo mon amour and less living a
romance under the rubble of a war. If it looks like a city after a bombing, only the center of
Marti Park remosado as an image in Technicolor for tourists who spend long in their micro
refrigerated is pleasing to the eye. For my house passes a crier selling ice cream in that terrible
summer or offering mangos and dry off season.
Everyone can live as sought. The salary is not enough and must look for extra money to buy
food and clothing. I do not understand the obsession of guantanamerian _ or will of all the
cuban people_ by flattery. The empty stomach is not seen but a good cowboy brand is displayed
with ostentation. Mind of underdevelopment.
I see the Shell of the Marti park smaller as I saw before and the parish of Saint Catalina seems
a simple chapel lost in the distance of the field.
The source of the Avenue and Ahogados where I used to sit and take in the fresh, sporting a
spectacular architectural monument that all deformed. Who would think such a landmark
sculpture.
Huambo the movies have had to put a Roman arches for coupling to the environment. It
occupies the space where once was the Luke cinema, an ice cream shop and a space where
exhibitions exemplary cattles take place. It was made in all that space one movie, small, austere
in style Giron or Breztniana construcion that prevailed in those days.
The worst thing is to have a picture of the past without seeing that everything changes but
change for the worse. The city has become a jumble of small plate houses of two floors. All the
same. The landscape does not change throughout giving sight. No, I can not say "mom amour
Hiroshima" has not yet been bombed but people walk through the streets as if it were.
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MIMI BIG PISS.
Fragment of the novel "A Child from Guantanamo"
Waterfront home there was a vacant lot where we played ball in our leisure time. The
problem was when we had no ball to play but for those cases we had to “Mimi big piss”.
It was a girl about 13 years old that still wet the bed, his mother, an Indian woman who gave
what my mother called "rages" that is, that sometimes started to scream and fight ranting in a
way caged lioness heard throughout the block. The truth was that when Marylou that was the
real name of the daughter peed in bed the other night. She was tied with a rope to the trunk of a
coconut tree in the yard and the mother gave him a rage. The girl screamed and screamed all
night until neighboring Ada jumped the fence separating the two yards and carried home by pity.
As a result of that punishment or disease Marilu had given her a facial paralysis and had
contracted one side of the face as if he was laughing all the time. But it was good and helpful.
We called her because she had a rusty old doll and all that. It had missing an eye and part of
the hair and it was rubber. We knock off the head and we served ball. Mimi big piss, as the game
wore on, sat at us and placed on a stone with normal face against the neighboring wall so that it
seemed she was always laughing and that encouraged us in the game have such an attentive
amateur.
When it was finished she took the head of the wrist, she checked to see new damage and
laughing with one face went back home.
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A Guantanamero in Punta del Este
The summer is gone in the Southern Hemisphere. We are in the Uruguayan fall but it seems
that is the Winter stepped forward. It was five days of constant rain. The wet sheets and clothing
that
will not dry on the clothesline. The empty streets. Empty restaurants. It had gone the wave of
Argentine tourists and Brazilians who came to spend the summer in hotels or on its imposing
mansions gabled roof. After being in Punta del Este free from that summer plague is a real
pleasure to walk along its avenues by the sea.
There are two beaches on either side of the peninsula: that of the Mansa, with its calm waters
and the Brava with its stormy sea. Of the Mansa is for most people, de older ones, it's more
peaceful. In the remaining stragglers Brava surfers who defy the icy waters with their waterproof
suits. I prefer the glow of the crashing waves at sunset, make me feel younger.
Sheltered from weather conditions with a thick coat, scarf and gloves I ride the Brava
near the imposing buildings. There is building it is Donald Trump, a rounded
and striking like everything he does.
Who would say that a Guantanamero would feel like a Puntaesteño more? It's what I feel after
so many years. My beloved tiny country is only a longed remember plunges into the mists like
this
evening, and luxury yachts port, with the lights off, waiting to sail north, where it is still
summer.
Meanwhile I walk alone along the promenade. My daughter wait for me at the end of the day.
My brother went to Guantanamo. He will be enjoying the warm waters of the beaches of Cuba
and a tasty roast pork.
I keep walking and breathing the salty air. The sunset is stunning.
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