"Almost in front of the Interior, on the back wall of the café Cancun, right out of the toilet, ma non troppo is displayed a painting signed Jaime Rodriguez Rey. The owner, instead of selling red, aromatic and quimbolitos prefer to spend the day sewing and tearing at one of two pigs Assyrians perpetual lying at the main entrance Bomboná market, Blanche, I was forbidden to photograph the painting and threatened to call the police when I came to ask for permission, because the man in the street light in painting, in view of the customer who has just relieved his belly, not just any drunk, but the legendary champion of all the drunkenness, the Cachirí. And "you do not know." Where does it lie? "Over, around, under or through the platform of the powder milled for 6 January? Lapped by the waves of white poncho black and yellow lines crossed grid (worth carefully painted the fingernails of a ledger, in dizzy but thorough contrast to the blackness of the soft vortex folds of the trousers), Cachirí hand (which is far from being broken your neck, no Despite the testimony of borsalino run and dented despite the statement stamped by the watermelon rind at the foot of the shoe) is not limited to not drop the bottle of brandy. Not limited. "
Mazzoldi, Bruno. "From Cachirí of Pukllay and how Momo López Álvarez disguised." In: http://www.eldespertador.info/despierta/textdesper/karaokederrida.htm
Photo: Andres Torres Guerrero.
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