"On the morning of October 4, Gregorio Olías got up earlier than usual. He had spent the night confused and thought into the dawn dream that a messenger with a torch looked out the door to announce that Unfortunately the day had reached the end: "Arise, penguin, already heard about the drums!" he said. He looked at the darkened room and immediately defeated by the illusion of waking dream, again close your eyes "Bah, still too late to flee," said from the half-sleep, and even for a moment considered safe, then guessed that progress the absurd end up finding it logical laws that relate it to reality. So he gathered courage to say: "I'm lost," adding: "Lost in the Amazon jungle with a shoe box and a multiple knife, and again realized that he was lifting a parapet of urgency to defend him from the snares of world. But words must have lost their magical properties. To confirm this, said loudly: "Penibán", and was alert, listening to the effects of such a formidable statement. Nothing happened, not even veteran things always, always illustrious names, rose the most feeble protest against the invasion the intruder. A clock struck eight, and time then threatened to regain a sense linear.
(excerpt from "Game of age late" - Luis Landero)
![[info]](https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/blogger_img_proxy/AEn0k_v0R_mSoYgyLRwBS6dO1PQWibA16QQllQp8SIOfPEjtTIb8ZfRDRzbPhpUbkdUFSeSNV0l46QpgJwWjhoBFbC9K1gBRzhyyUQkEylqKKxnLSQ=s0-d){kind=small}
![[info]](https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/blogger_img_proxy/AEn0k_sns4dszO7Ce0K00JCAdwT9WsuFhHKrWovjzP3RbvlynRLWdMaKlO1Y2Wl7fmU3J0c9BRb7wFf8eGEAdB4bY4VL4SBfG47kB1KyypyhGqW-3jh67w=s0-d){kind=small}