was crouched in the corner with Jhonny, watched as three blocks to Yvonne, I saw it intact, untouched, beautiful, as always saw with adolescent eyes love, I think he realized that we were following, at that time was not in my head because I was leaving, or do not really know why, but it is those "because" that as time passes they become more complicated to explain, clarify it is much more complicated than a drop of hydrochloric acid toilet that night was not very good, being the one in the morning of December 25, 1994, I learned of it, it was without a trace, to date is impossible to know their whereabouts, the notice above appears a line of it, but she has a name, you must have at least I do not think it has changed, even if he had every right, definitely should have done, after which he lived that year, I personally do not know how to endure the circumstances, taking only 14, that year should have followed my life player, or basketbolera, I should have followed my dream to be pushing a big back center, a great right back, I should have kept going to yahuarhuaca all weekend, I should have trained a lot more for my parents had been convinced of my passion at that time, after school but my efforts were useless, did not the required impact, with a simple no, I fucked up the illusion, so much that I like football a little, or almost nothing, only what is necessary as para jugar una ves por semana con los compañeros de mi nuevo trabajo.
Por esos momentos aún no tenía muy claro lo que había pasado, sabía muy bien que Ivonne se fue a Trujillo a curarse el alma de alguna manera, pero con los hechos y con el carácter que adquirió, me demostró que yo era un estorbo en su vida, no puedo juzgarla porque tal vez fue para protegerme del tipo que la jodía, quiero pensar que lo hizo por protegerme, cuidarme, en alguna oportunidad dentro de su histerismo me grito que ya no quería verme, que no me amaba, que nunca lo había hecho, y que no significaba nada en su vida, es decir, trágame tierra, yo, niño de catorce años, pre joven, hundido en la terrible depression and trauma of the memories that filled me at night, those words I marked in the years of my life, afraid to hear it again, so was my fear as I "cared little for the feelings of my next enamoraditas" poor stupid, useless effort, because I could not resist, and give again tempered to the core.
Who was Yvonne?, Sometimes I'm thinking if it was real what I experienced, I wonder if it existed, or was just a figment of my mind, this mint is concerned that full hopes and dreams, illusions and nesting great confidence for life, this mind which had its moment of sadness, I can not believe it, sometimes I try to remember and nostalgia overwhelms me, Ivonne existed?, that moment came into my life, I will have had a look, this story should not just be me, not only should stay in my, I hope you have lived, I do not lie, but sometimes can not. Ivonne must have 29 years to date, moreover, must meet in July 30, and your child must be 12 years old, one wonders, what, at seventeen was the mother?, I think his son to Ivonne was a blessing, he must love her very much and life insurance surrender to him, but Christian was the result of rape, but for that fact would all be very nice, the fact that it was not for me at that time.
At one time I met her younger sister through the streets of San Miguel Square, the girl would then 20 years, she was a lady, and very pretty, he said he was working on wong Ivonne Camacho, excited, I was a few days, and never could locate, perhaps at that time be transferred to another store, the truth is that the "fate" did not want to meet him then about my university I came across with her older sister, she greeted me very nice, we stopped a few minutes to talk, do not ask anything, but did not have to, as she said: "Ivonne is fine."
should be okay clear. It's been about thirteen years, and everything is viewed as a traditional mirror, it has lost its color, form, his greatness, his majesty, the years have done better, the years made this story what it is, a story , dots, with end points, with time sky, with a sad happiness.
