When I met him and asked his name, he replied, smiling: Antonio José Rojas, "Anthony Joseph Red", to serve. Car care against the Jazz Café in Puerto Ordaz, always saved, he says, the best humor for friends. When he saw me sitting at the cup and the book I usually browse while watching life go by, Antonio opened a break from his work and approaches. Usually asks you invite for a drink. I do it with pleasure. Over the years it has become my friend. Not have had all of you for life, certain sons of bitches and he managed to make fairly short horizon. It was almost an alcoholic, went head to the black hole may be the night in a city that if you're not careful you crushed, and lived and nearly died in his law of the fittest, every man for himself, that of kicking eggs before crushing it first.
I have met few like Antonio, especially when speaking of courage, integrity, authenticity and capacity to fall to blows with the world, lead to lose, finish in the past, and then see the light, stay afloat, raising almost. The other day I said, just sit in front of me and started flipping through the book he had, and after accepting the coffee black, loaded, full of adrenaline and emotions, say, the other day I snapped in the face to me proud that someone like him consider me a friend.
Antonio José Rojas, ie "Anthony Joseph Network, to serve," he smiled. Then he spoke of their memories, their longings, their people far away, this little town where more miserable soul per square inch than anywhere else in the world. Cheerful, happy, he admits that this coffee and riding on racing cars raleas all, the most beautiful women ever will return the greeting. "Not half of one," he says sarcastically.
My good friend is one of the smartest individuals I've come to know. Mixture of neurons and balls, has started a lot of jagged cuts to life. "If I say pretty," says point blank, "says real pretty." The looks, still with his eyes, and when sometimes the beauty abused because some lady stole all the beauty for himself, let brew a sigh, a sort of exhalation between regret, nostalgia and desire.
I like their friendship because it unites us, among other things, the desire to build what we want with guts, with nails, although he always found them much more difficult. Using addition and subtraction, of all their fights the result was victory. So expect the response, the day will arrive soon and be sure that oath, that the beautiful girl who looks so long you look, pause for a moment, he returned the greeting and give you the heart. "We want to celebrate," he says in very low voice, "as usual at this table and with a whiskey, my friend, this time with a glass of whiskey."
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