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14 years ago I was in seventh grade. He was 12 years old and hopelessly in love with Arturo Torres, a second type, but not handsome, ready-yes, funny, charming. I have written of him: seeing smooch with my best friend found out what were the jealousy , was the only one not treated me badly in the drama club , once asked him via blog. At that age you do things like write their name on the last page of the notebooks and of course, scratching hearts on the walls.
Yesterday I went to my high school, the Annex, invited by Zura (known for her Twitter ). I came to the entry and a prefect shaved eyebrow-and-turn-a-painting-with-eyeliner-red eyes I saw with horror and wonder what I was offered. I said, knowing he was going to faint as Condorito: I am a former student copy (aha!) And I are going to interview for the school newspaper. I wiped and saw my rubber boots printed with plantains, my pink hair, my cloth bag market, and the horror on his face increased exponentially. I just thought: Gori gori gori. I said: Wait a little bit, do not move. Juara juar. He went and asked and I said, contrariadísima: Pass. Zura
met (which is smart, cute and very beautiful) and walk around the Annex. The school is basically the same, just now have TVs and projectors in classrooms, and a computer area that seems to internet cafe (in my time there was not Windows). In patios and walkways remembered old times, ranting against everything that had to rant, I told Zura copies of other attachments ( Dizziness, Gonzalópolis , Jairo Calixto , David Mireles , Edemege ), greeted a couple of teachers chidos (Matus, who always forgave my utter ineptitude at sports, and Solache, who not only knew what he did when he taught English, but his class was very funny), I was tempted to buy a synchronized plastic taste but I resisted. Then I was faced with the infinite stupidity of the prefects ("What happens is that former students can not wander about." Why? "What happens is that they are directed.." But why? " What happens is that there are cameras and see. "Yes, you too you see me, no camera, but why I can not walk around the yard?" What happens is that.. ") We got into the little office of the school newspaper, scratched on the file and found some copies of my time, one with a cartoon that I did, of the teachers of sports, "front page" (after I search and upload it) .
And at some point I remembered the little heart that Raye, 14 years ago, on the wall of a courtyard. Arturo spent a little heart-my-love-unreachable, painted in pencil. A little heart to Dizziness, two years later, when we were in third, said (also in pencil): "In memory of when the man reached the moon." And I go and find it. Ugh! I can not believe that so many many many years after that is still there, surviving on rain-sun-cleaning. I was really touched when I saw it. Sniff.
I look forward to the Annexed in a few years and is still there. And if not, ps and took his photo.
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