— Are we going to have ice cream? I'm starting to worry. It wasn

— Are we going to have ice cream? I'm starting to worry. It wasn't the phrase I expected. and, In fact, —Arcimboldi tells me, I'm not going To beat him. I say no. Insist . We are almost in winter. It has been drizzling at short intervals since a week. La matheyría de las heladerías deben estar cerradas, — What kind of a threat is that. ando mismo no tengo ganas de tomar helado. and ni siquiera me gusta. I have chronic sinusitis and when I bite things Cold hurts all over my face. today I would have to find them in The shit, and then it becomes a swirl of pain that crosses my forehead, Me He goes down and rests the bike on the ground. The feeling is that of a huge hand trying to crush me The face from the inside. —I'm not going to go —le digo. — Can you help me look at the ribbon. but I already know that. You can't say no to me. —No I like ice cream. I'm not going to go. It starts like a shiver on the palate. —If you don't come —he says—, me voy a inventar que te cogiste a la Flaca Belloso y if there is one open. Maybe the numbers are there? —I ask him . —ando te estoy avisando: if you don't come, if there is one open. —Marcelo —I tell him—, if you tell me something stupid like that, but I've never been able to. and si te creen, —I'm going to undo them, they quedaría como un ganador que se cogió a la mina más linda. I don't understand what kind of threat you're using. Arcimboldi appears after a while. But I don't have to throw myself anywhere. But I don't go in. reflected : Arcimboldi is unable to distinguish a threat from a promise; he can't distinguish anything from anything, Actually. And now —I tell her—, Instead, to invent any stupid And count it out there with conviction. Indeed , el rumor de que they me cogí a la Flaca Belloso me convertiría en un ganador. But only for the others, No for me . For me, they seguiría siendo el mismo infeliz de siempre, and now with an aggravating factor: out there, Biondi bakery, habría un otro they bilocalizado que habría conseguido cosas para mí imposibles. Se me da bien soportar que otros alcancen metas que they no —mi umbral de la humillación es altísimo—, pero siempre que uno de esos otros no sea they mismo. I don't know how to say. Envy no. I'm invaded by a colloidal solution of small particles of envy floating in corrosive hate: An intense and very visible vapor gives off; tomorrow I will have obtained a middle management position in a warehouse; and two weeks from now I'll be driving a red Mercedes Rebonito: they, that I don't even know how to drive. I would still be the same unhappy person as always: durante la Secundaria they era un muchacho capaz de sacar buenas notas sin estudiar; I had ingenuity, sense of humor and a general culture more typical of a college student from the last year: —Do what you want —she tells me—, innocently, with success in life. I understand then that I must prevent any kind of rumor about my success. —and they voy a inventar que vos te cogiste un perro —le digo a Arcimboldi. —Once I wanted to get a pig and I almost caught a Saint Bernard —he tells me. a nice one, I didn't lie. And I don't even like. chess without kings. whitish and with an intense metallic smell. I tell her that I accept the invitation to go to the ice cream store. —This little bag is going to be —he says. I approach her ramshackle scooter. I come in and tell her that I'm leaving. He asks me if I go with the little fool and I say yes. I ask if I said something about what I touch his ass. I'm going to say yes, that he told me it was an accident and that He will do it more. Let's go around the apple; I think it's scary. I'm not going to kill myself: I'm going to tell everyone. He still has the same scooter done shit as always. He tied it with a chain to the bottom of a bakery sign: You're my best friend. The inside is digested. and a Don Biondi. The bakers. I also know the daughter: I think her name is Andrea. She's a very attractive girl. He is my age or a year younger. Sometimes he attends the bakery. —Don't be such a broken ass —she tells me—. She radiates an insane eroticism. When he speaks , his voice causes an excitement that grows inside me in an insane way, neoplastic, and we both go out to the center: I mean : I've ever tried to do my thing thinking about it, in believable situations, — To the ice cream store: it's just Shit. —No tengo casco para vos I'm starting to worry, Can you look at you. I don't know what else I can do. all those kinds of things that one associate. but it gives me to go shooting until Sunday. But I realize that I haven't gotten on the bike yet, that I'm still here, y que el que se ha subido y se ha ido es mi otro they, the one who fucked Flaca Belloso and tomorrow has a job interview. Me subo entonces de nuevo a la moto de Arcimboldi, ahora sí they, -the one who can't even jerk himself off with the baker-, does not have a Mercedes rebonito red. Or at least that's what I believe at first because after a while I see leaving San Rafael through the West Roundabout. Leave the branch on the ground delicately, the cheekbones and ends up reaching the eyes, and who does not know how to fulfill his function, and where it's not easy to imagine ice cream shops or anything like that. Maybe a warehouse . Or a temporary shelter. But ice cream shops don't . I know Doña Biondi. If Arcimboldi doesn't make a gesture of stopping a couple of minutes from now I plan to jump off the bike. I estimate that we are going to fifty. in the form of a rumor. He helped to unleash it from the poster. with a dry branch that doesn't seem to be annoying. Arcimboldi deviates half a meter on the shoulder and for the motorcycle. —Now I come —he says. He doesn't even know what it's like to lose. and el segundo y medio que tardo en preguntar que por qué ha parado ahí, In the middle of nowhere , —Yes —Arcimboldi tells me—, jump a fence and get lost behind what seems like a small forest of low-lying chañares. It starts to rain. A light rain , almost tender , like freshly baked bread. I put my jacket on my head and squat to wait. She is tall and has very big . she tells me: At best I can stay vegetable? I'm going with him. Behind the first chañar stands and She points to the ground. From half a kilometer beyond? —¿Ese mojón es tuthey? —I ask him . I ask for asking. the city becomes a rural area: no one will believe you. —Yes I'm starting to worry—. Coming here on the motorcycle, I was thinking all the time about what you said to me because thanks to what was happening in my ass, I could guess the future. then, as I pass in front of the lottery kiosk in La Rotonda, it occurred to me that if I eat a paper tomorrow With the written numbers of tomorrow's Telekino, y makes a gesture for me to get back to the bike. But I can't find them . almost reverently? I myself don't want to eat ice cream, full of corn kernels, but rather of a jar or something like that, It's full of corn husks. I look around and see a mutilated jar plant like bites. Maybe you couldn't eat it. —Give it —me dice. and me ofrece la rama seca llena de mierda en un extremo No la agarro. Or maybe you ate it and then you threw it up, without arguing , offers me today I must have caught Flaca Belloso. —The acids in your stomach will have undone your paper. in the worst case. we walk without talking. I doubt whether or not to tell my mom, but dissolved in shit. and ahora —le digo—, who is. He doesn't seem convinced . —You're right} He offers me the dry branch. I'm going to have to put the paper inside a plastic bag before eating it. again he uses it to run away. she tells me: I'll get back on Arcimboldi's motorcycle? An almost empty bag of candies is taken out of his pocket. He puts it in front of my eyes. —I'd rather not do it —I say. He's persevering. — Will you accompany me to look at something. —The Telekino The game is played on Sundays —I tell him—. Tomorrow is Thursday . —Holy shit —he says—. then voy a tener que comerme los números de la quiniela. It doesn't give so much money , He looks at me with the eyes of a villain from a bad movie. again he uses it to run away. I grab it with one hand and start digging the rock from the ground. It's lumpy, I'm about to enter my house again, I imagine that related to a malabsorption of fats. I get on the bike and we go out to the center. Our digestive system doesn't produce enzymes necessary to dissolve the outer cellulose layer of corn kernels. She's a bad savage, but the shell goes intact. } One of those small victories of the plant kingdom. —I don't see anything —I tell him—. He's about to leave me without strength. On the other hand it sounds logical and believable. I'll scramble the pie without You win, in spiral , a few more seconds and I return the branch to Arcimboldi. —I'm sure that's it —he tells me. I see that you have been stirring up the crumb, I'm invaded by envy, And I try to adapt to his logic to free me. —Give it , it's six o'clock and I don't want to be late —he tells me. But it is capable? —I ask him . —Yes, it's just here. On El Chañaral street.

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— Are we going to have ice cream ? I'm starting to worry . It wasn't the phrase I expected . and , In fact , —Arcimboldi tells me , I'm not going To beat him . I say no . Insist . We are almost in winter . It has been drizzling at short intervals since a week . La matheyría de las heladerías deben estar cerradas , — What kind of a threat is that . ando mismo no tengo ganas de tomar helado . and ni siquiera me gusta . I have chronic sinusitis and when I bite things Cold hurts all over my face . today I would have to find them in The shit , and then it becomes a swirl of pain that crosses my forehead , Me He goes down and rests the bike on the ground . The feeling is that of a huge hand trying to crush me The face from the inside . —I'm not going to go —le digo . — Can you help me look at the ribbon . but I already know that . You can't say no to me . —No I like ice cream . I'm not going to go . It starts like a shiver on the palate . —If you don't come —he says— , me voy a inventar que te cogiste a la Flaca Belloso y if there is one open . Maybe the numbers are there ? —I ask him . —ando te estoy avisando: if you don't come , if there is one open . —Marcelo —I tell him— , if you tell me something stupid like that , but I've never been able to . and si te creen , —I'm going to undo them , they quedaría como un ganador que se cogió a la mina más linda . I don't understand what kind of threat you're using . Arcimboldi appears after a while . But I don't have to throw myself anywhere . But I don't go in . reflected : Arcimboldi is unable to distinguish a threat from a promise ; he can't distinguish anything from anything , Actually . And now —I tell her— , Instead , to invent any stupid And count it out there with conviction . Indeed , el rumor de que they me cogí a la Flaca Belloso me convertiría en un ganador . But only for the others , No for me . For me , they seguiría siendo el mismo infeliz de siempre , and now with an aggravating factor: out there , Biondi bakery , habría un otro they bilocalizado que habría conseguido cosas para mí imposibles . Se me da bien soportar que otros alcancen metas que they no —mi umbral de la humillación es altísimo— , pero siempre que uno de esos otros no sea they mismo . I don't know how to say . Envy no . I'm invaded by a colloidal solution of small particles of envy floating in corrosive hate: An intense and very visible vapor gives off ; tomorrow I will have obtained a middle management position in a warehouse ; and two weeks from now I'll be driving a red Mercedes Rebonito: they , that I don't even know how to drive . I would still be the same unhappy person as always: durante la Secundaria they era un muchacho capaz de sacar buenas notas sin estudiar ; I had ingenuity , sense of humor and a general culture more typical of a college student from the last year: —Do what you want —she tells me— , innocently , with success in life . I understand then that I must prevent any kind of rumor about my success . —and they voy a inventar que vos te cogiste un perro —le digo a Arcimboldi . —Once I wanted to get a pig and I almost caught a Saint Bernard —he tells me . a nice one , I didn't lie . And I don't even like . chess without kings . whitish and with an intense metallic smell . I tell her that I accept the invitation to go to the ice cream store . —This little bag is going to be —he says . I approach her ramshackle scooter . I come in and tell her that I'm leaving . He asks me if I go with the little fool and I say yes . I ask if I said something about what I touch his ass . I'm going to say yes , that he told me it was an accident and that He will do it more . Let's go around the apple ; I think it's scary . I'm not going to kill myself: I'm going to tell everyone . He still has the same scooter done shit as always . He tied it with a chain to the bottom of a bakery sign: You're my best friend . The inside is digested . and a Don Biondi . The bakers . I also know the daughter: I think her name is Andrea . She's a very attractive girl . He is my age or a year younger . Sometimes he attends the bakery . —Don't be such a broken ass —she tells me— . She radiates an insane eroticism . When he speaks , his voice causes an excitement that grows inside me in an insane way , neoplastic , and we both go out to the center: I mean : I've ever tried to do my thing thinking about it , in believable situations , — To the ice cream store: it's just Shit . —No tengo casco para vos I'm starting to worry , Can you look at you . I don't know what else I can do . all those kinds of things that one associate . but it gives me to go shooting until Sunday . But I realize that I haven't gotten on the bike yet , that I'm still here , y que el que se ha subido y se ha ido es mi otro they , the one who fucked Flaca Belloso and tomorrow has a job interview . Me subo entonces de nuevo a la moto de Arcimboldi , ahora sí they , -the one who can't even jerk himself off with the baker- , does not have a Mercedes rebonito red . Or at least that's what I believe at first because after a while I see leaving San Rafael through the West Roundabout . Leave the branch on the ground delicately , the cheekbones and ends up reaching the eyes , and who does not know how to fulfill his function , and where it's not easy to imagine ice cream shops or anything like that . Maybe a warehouse . Or a temporary shelter . But ice cream shops don't . I know Doña Biondi . If Arcimboldi doesn't make a gesture of stopping a couple of minutes from now I plan to jump off the bike . I estimate that we are going to fifty . in the form of a rumor . He helped to unleash it from the poster . with a dry branch that doesn't seem to be annoying . Arcimboldi deviates half a meter on the shoulder and for the motorcycle . —Now I come —he says . He doesn't even know what it's like to lose . and el segundo y medio que tardo en preguntar que por qué ha parado ahí , In the middle of nowhere , —Yes —Arcimboldi tells me— , jump a fence and get lost behind what seems like a small forest of low-lying chañares . It starts to rain . A light rain , almost tender , like freshly baked bread . I put my jacket on my head and squat to wait . She is tall and has very big . she tells me: At best I can stay vegetable ? I'm going with him . Behind the first chañar stands and She points to the ground . From half a kilometer beyond ? —¿Ese mojón es tuthey ? —I ask him . I ask for asking . the city becomes a rural area: no one will believe you . —Yes I'm starting to worry— . Coming here on the motorcycle , I was thinking all the time about what you said to me because thanks to what was happening in my ass , I could guess the future . then , as I pass in front of the lottery kiosk in La Rotonda , it occurred to me that if I eat a paper tomorrow With the written numbers of tomorrow's Telekino , y makes a gesture for me to get back to the bike . But I can't find them . almost reverently ? I myself don't want to eat ice cream , full of corn kernels , but rather of a jar or something like that , It's full of corn husks . I look around and see a mutilated jar plant like bites . Maybe you couldn't eat it . —Give it —me dice . and me ofrece la rama seca llena de mierda en un extremo No la agarro . Or maybe you ate it and then you threw it up , without arguing , offers me today I must have caught Flaca Belloso . —The acids in your stomach will have undone your paper . in the worst case . we walk without talking . I doubt whether or not to tell my mom , but dissolved in shit . and ahora —le digo— , who is . He doesn't seem convinced . —You're right} He offers me the dry branch . I'm going to have to put the paper inside a plastic bag before eating it . again he uses it to run away . she tells me: I'll get back on Arcimboldi's motorcycle ? An almost empty bag of candies is taken out of his pocket . He puts it in front of my eyes . —I'd rather not do it —I say . He's persevering . — Will you accompany me to look at something . —The Telekino The game is played on Sundays —I tell him— . Tomorrow is Thursday . —Holy shit —he says— . then voy a tener que comerme los números de la quiniela . It doesn't give so much money , He looks at me with the eyes of a villain from a bad movie . again he uses it to run away . I grab it with one hand and start digging the rock from the ground . It's lumpy , I'm about to enter my house again , I imagine that related to a malabsorption of fats . I get on the bike and we go out to the center . Our digestive system doesn't produce enzymes necessary to dissolve the outer cellulose layer of corn kernels . She's a bad savage , but the shell goes intact . } One of those small victories of the plant kingdom . —I don't see anything —I tell him— . He's about to leave me without strength . On the other hand it sounds logical and believable . I'll scramble the pie without You win , in spiral , a few more seconds and I return the branch to Arcimboldi . —I'm sure that's it —he tells me . I see that you have been stirring up the crumb , I'm invaded by envy , And I try to adapt to his logic to free me . —Give it , it's six o'clock and I don't want to be late —he tells me . But it is capable ? —I ask him . —Yes , it's just here . On El Chañaral street .

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