is different at night ... I thought so, while marred by the car window in which I was sliding Rear seat every now and then, watching the silhouettes of the hills and trees that night despite what sounded familiar, and is not the first nor the last to go through the Autopista del Sol, that brings me more than a loved and remembered. But long ago, specifically from the Melipilla Sports game with the University of Concepción, which did not make the trip to hours as night, with the shadows of the poplars and the mountains I see in the light of the moon low clouds allowed to pass. All because it was necessary, and necessary and pure impulse and heart, things I usually do not have, but sometimes I have, I went in unplanned trip to the neighboring province aboard an old Carica of Tasacoop standing by giving the seat to a lady who would Malloco, humming old songs Imagine Radio Romantic watching it was good, and even the silence of the villages with mud houses and dark streets and paths that when I smile day and I usually tend to return the gesture, could instill fear had to prove it or feel it. There are things more important than the return, even when it is dark, you do not get used or travel or night life, well-lit buses caterpillar with white bulbs have made him lose the other means of transportation, and other soil ghosts beat with songs like "All My Loving" and kind thoughts. Fortunately, I had to go back on a bus with sign "Highway", but in the order of the kind parents of Miss Lucy, thinking of how different it is night, how different the way, and those places where the taste of my mouth and my thoughts are not equal to forty miles to the east. Greetings SE, LERM. Eduardo Peñailillo B.
Sleep (in) quiet ... It's staying up late at night, wasting time and by using the remote control trying to find something on television at times when there's only sports and reruns of movies that nobody cares, no is something rare. Especially in my case. And sometimes you encounter strange things. Once, for example, ended up watching "Master of Puppets II: Revenge of Coulon." Unforgettable movie. Of course this time I had something that, seen from a certain point of view, could be worse. Cable Channel 13 in a micro-space is called "Live and Remember", where small recall reports "the year of the pear." Soil run into stories of our years of dictatorship, and this time was no exception. Bored with National Geographic Channel, passing by the previously mentioned channels when I stumbled on the screen with a known (and criticized) TV reporter who now works at another channel, hair with more color, and doing a story at night. Their goal: Cover a night patrol of the Special Forces of Carabineros. If they are seeing with the eyes of today these "special forces" would laugh, with their baggy uniforms, their belts similar to that of my coat, a rifle of the year of Cocoa Raff, and a helmet, perhaps the only thing more "modern." (And up there, could that have been the balance of the First World War) A platoon leader with lenses "poto bottle" and scowl was given the task of explaining in detail the weapons platoon and what held during the night. For some inexplicable reason trotted out in the bus, carrying as well as men with explosives, a few old rifles, a machine gun and a generator that had more equipment painted those old tube radios for something else. Of course, these "dedicated fighters against terrorism, which looked after the dream capital" (I invented the phrase) is not encountered more risks than a couple partying did not want to sleep and apologized profusely, and almost in tears to see twenty-armed police at the door, and a car coming from the maternity ward had left a mother. Anyway, between the dark and old image, the faces of few friends, and what you imagine that happening in operations not so kind or television as shown, the note gave the sordid affair. So better to sleep. Greetings, SE, LERM. Eduardo Peñailillo B.
