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P&M – BEGINNINGS –

When I was barely an amoeba suffering from the irremediable summer blues of a teenager who could not go out with the others because of irritable bowel syndrome; it occurred to me to make me a lemonade and to write a story of love and candor to make me happy that summer of 1968. I was in my teens the day I began to write the tales and adventures of Paulina and Mauricio, two youngsters suffering from the irremediable effects of a summer born love.

Paulina and Mauricio shined in my mind like two tinny stars far apart in the cosmos. Those two stars were coming towards me at an astronomical speed and there was nothing I could do to stop them! They were wondering around in space for who knows how long (probably very long), until they found their destination. And, whether I liked…

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P&M – BEGINNINGS –

When I was barely an amoeba suffering from the irremediable summer blues of a teenager who could not go out with the others because of irritable bowel syndrome; it occurred to me to make me a lemonade and to write a story of love and candor to make me happy that summer of 1968. I was in my teens the day I began to write the tales and adventures of Paulina and Mauricio, two youngsters suffering from the irremediable effects of a summer born love.

Paulina and Mauricio shined in my mind like two tinny stars far apart in the cosmos. Those two stars were coming towards me at an astronomical speed and there was nothing I could do to stop them! They were wondering around in space for who knows how long (probably very long), until they found their destination. And, whether I liked it or not, I was their destination! I cannot point out when they finally dropped on my lap; only that I have felt obliged to tell about them in my many writings throughout the years. The begining of this tale marked the end of my summer blues. IT WAS NOT THE FIRST TIME I CREATED A STORY SUCH AS THIS. BUT, IT WAS THE FIRST TIME I WROTE DOWN ONE FOR KEEPS.

One day, when the ‘others’ have come home from a delightful day out on the beach they wanted to know what I was doing home all day. “Oh, I see” they said, “you are writing a story”. At first I wrote in code to keep the story secret until all finished. Yet, my clever readers were able to break the code. Soon everybody wanted to get home from work to read the new episode I wrote that day. ONE EPISODE A DAY WAS THE DEMAND. And that’s how it all started. My “fan club”, that is.

  • P&M – Intro – When I was barely an amoeba suffering from the irremediable summer blues of a teenager who could not go out with the others because of irritable bowel syndrome; it occurred to me to make me a lemonade and to write a story of love and candor to make me happy that summer of 1968. I was in my teens the day I began to write the tales and adventures of Paulina and Mauricio. Two youngsters suffering from the irremediable effects of a summer born love. Paulina and Mauricio shined in my mind like two tinny stars far apart in the cosmos. Those two stars were coming towards me at an astronomical speed and there was nothing I could do to stop them! They were wondering around in space for who knows how long (probably very long). Until they found their destination. And, whether I liked it or not, their destination was me! I cannot point out when they finally dropped on my lap. All I know is as soon as I realized they were mine I felt full obliged to tell you about them. The begining of my tale marked the end of my blues. IT WAS NOT THE FIRST TIME I WAS CREATING A STORY SUCH AS THIS. BUT, IT WAS THE FIRST ONE I WROTE DOWN KEEP. One day, when the ‘others’ have come home from a delightful day out on the beach they wanted to know what I was doing home all day. “Oh, I see” they said, “you are writing a story”. Soon everybody wanted to read what I wrote at the end of the day. ONE EPISODE A DAY WAS THE DEMAND. And that’s how it all started. My “fan club”, that is.

P&M 12. Sunday came in a soft and lush morning glory of various shades of green and blue. In the forest the fog circulated stirring itself around the trees, as each car approached it sheltered spot under the leafy tall trees. This was the usual place the wooded área the Leandros had chosen for their outdoor excursions year after year. One, two, three arrived the masserattis. There a little lagoon bloom with a lot to fish. Peet at the driver’s seat said at the turn of the key. Already, everybody safe now take care of me. – Paulina jumped out of the car and broke to run like a dove in flight and departed as to never come back. Lili was not to move from her seat until Marcos turned to assist and opened the door for her. Leaving her uncomfortable and ignored Lilly could never be. Somebody would have to look and appreciate her long and beautiful legs. Aleandro had the party early with all repaired to make this occasion a wonderful picnic. For Don Ignacio it was important that all her daughters were together when they came to the Vineland. The place, i thought it lent itself to some “problems”.  (cont..)

Intro to P&M

P&M – Intro –

When I was barely an amoeba suffering from the irremediable summer blues of a teenager who could not go out with the others because of irritable bowel syndrome; it occurred to me to make me a lemonade and to write a story of love and candor to be happy that summer of 1968. I was in my teens the day I began to write the tales and adventures of Paulina and Mauricio. Two youngsters in search for love, and suffering also from the irremediable summer blues. Paulina and Mauricio shined in my mind like two tinny stars in the cosmos and coming towards me at an astronomical speed. These two stars, my friends, were wondering in space for how long, very long. They had found their destination and they were coming towards me whether I liked it or not! I cannot point out when they finally dropped on my lap. All I know is as soon as I realized they were mine I felt full of joy. No more blues! IT WAS NOT THE FIRST TIME I WAS CREATING A STORY; BUT IT WAS THE FIRST TIME I ATTEMPTED TO WRITE IT DOWN IN PENCIL AND PAPER TO SAVE IT. One day, when the ‘others’ have come home from a delightful day out on the beach they wanted to know what I was doing home all day. “Oh, I see” they said, “you are writing a story”. Soon everybody wanted to read what I wrote at the end of the day. And that’s how it all started. My “fan club”, that is.

Frio Invierno 2013

En esta manana fria y seca en Collingswood de Nueva Jersey; sali a echar semilla al gorrion y nuez a la ardilla. Los diminutos seres que afuera de mi ventana que veo sobrevivir cada invierno. Claro no son los mismos. No estan los que se fueron ni los que ya han muerto. Y como dicen que la araña queda en el castillo aun cuando todos se han ido aquí me tienen haciendo lo mismo. Muchas  son las memorias que encuentro escondidas entre tanto escombro. Mas si te has ido o estas muerto amor mio, la verdad que no me acuerdo. Ocupada en mis quehaceres de escribir y esas cosas. hoy me siento mas atareada y obligada a responder a una demanda. Resulta que se me acusa de ser mala, de ser dura e injusta. También se dice por ahí que tengo que vaciar la cabeza que tengo llena de pajaritos. Y  que si pretendo siquiera hablarlos, que vienen y me queman la casa! Se llevan todo y me dejan en bombachas! Mas yo abro la ventana y encuentro nada que me apuere, nada que me pueda enganar. Vivo feliz en este precurso de paraiso. Y el canto del ave es suave porque le llego el pan. Y la ardilla se sociega y planta un nogal.

English

On this cold and dry winter morning in Collingswood, New Jersey; I stepped out to throw seed to the sparrow and walnuts to the squirrel. The tiny creatures outside my window which I watch survive each winter. Surely they are not the ones I saw last year. Some of them left, others died. As they say the spider is in its castle long after all have left. And so it is that I remain.

There are many memories hidden among the rubbish. And, so it is that if you were and no longer are, I no longer care. Today, I am busy and obliged to reply to those that question me. It turns out that I am accused of being bad, stubborn and unjust. Also that I have my head full of cookoos. And that if I intend to even talk to them, they may come and I burn my house! They would take everything and leave me in underwears! Then, I look out the window and find that the morning is fresh, the blackboard is big, and I get an “A” on my test. I live happy in this prelude of Paradise. And the singing of the bird is delightful for it was given bread. And the squirrel quiets and plants a walnut tree.

P&M – Intro

Cuando yo apenas era una ameba se me ocurrió hacerme una limonada refrescante para aplacar la sed que tenia en el verano del ’69. Era yo de apenas 18 años de edad el día que me puse a escribir “Paulina y Mauricio”. NO ERA LA PRIMERA VEZ QUE CREABA YO UNA HISTORIA,, PERO SI ES LA UNICA ESCRITA QUE AUN GUARDO CONMIGO. Los textos que hoy paso a compartir datan de muchos años atrás. Así es que al leerlo nuevamente suene a viejo. Pero, que va, cuando lo escribí lo hice para entretener y nada mas. Bueno, que se entretengan y rían; y ojala les guste.

English

When I was barely an amoeba suffering from the unremediable summer blues of a teenager who could not go out with the others because of irritable bowel syndrome; it ocurred to me to make me a lemonade to quench the thirst and to make me happy, to write a story of love and candor that summer of 1968. I was in my teens the day I began to write the tales and adventures of Paulina and Mauricio. Two youngsters also in love, and suffering from the unremediable summer blues. Paulina and Mauricio shined in my mind like two tinny stars in the cosmos and coming towards me at an astronomical speed. These two stars, my friends, had found their destination and they were coming towards me whether I liked it or not! I cannot point out when they finally dropped on my lap. All I know is as soon as they arrived I felt full of joy. No more blues.  IT WAS NOT THE FIRST TIME I WAS CREATING A STORY; BUT IT WAS THE FIRST TIME I ATTEMPTED TO WRITE IT DOWN IN PENCIL AND PAPER TO SAVE IT. One day, when the ‘others’ have come home from a delightful day out on the beach they wanted to know what I was doing home all day. “Oh, I see they said, you are writing a story.” And that’s how it all started. My “fan club”, that is.

P&M – 7.9 Spanish

P&M – 7.9 – Mauricio se siente fascinado con este grupo de gente de segunda y tercera generación europea. Mauricio conversa en su idioma con el suizo y se asombra de lo bien recibido que resulta su interés. Joven como es aun así prefiere quedarse entre los mayores. Esto, piensa el, lo salvaguarda de sus instintos desmedidos con tanta damita a su alrededor! Pero, eso no es todo, su intención es aprender algo de la cultura y sazón de este pueblo tan singular. El orden, respeto y generosidad de la gente de Suipacha revive la fe de Mauricio en el espíritu humano – ” Nunca me hubiera imaginado encontrar gente tan amable en la pampa; pero, que si la hay, la hay …! ” – Hasta un pensamiento cruza su mente el querer quedarse a vivir entre ellos… Alguien se le acerca y le ofrece la mano diciendo así – “Perdón señor es Ud. de los Reugers?” – Mauricio se levanta de su asiento y le estrecha la mano. “Mauricio Nervo Reuger De la Fleur. Y a quien tengo el gusto de saludar…? ” – El que se le ha allegado aparenta estar en sus cuarentas. Panzón el “nior” viste pantalón ancho blanco con tiradores sobre una camisa azul de cuello almidonado blanco. Sobre su cabeza calza un sombrero de paja de ala corta y sus pies un par de zapatos blancos impecables. Sus ojos en su cara ancha y rellena se esconden detrás de anteojos de aviador verdes ahumados. Sonríe el hombre y le abraza tras el estrechón a dos manos.

P&M 9.12

“Urquiza, stop brushing the mane of the horse and  do yours! ” Urquiza seems to know who is talking to him without looking. Still he turns. He guesses right. It is Mauricio dressed in blue jeans and black shirt. Shield in a black leather jacket and mounted on Peek Leandro’s black horse. – ” Mr Mauricio, good to see you”, Vidal Urquiza states.  Mauricio pulls the reins and places his horse in front of Paulina’s First Assistant, the tall and always impecably dressed, Vidal Urquiza. The same does not appreciate  Mauricio who for days is wearing the same dirty cloths, “Tell me baldy, when are you going to cut that long mane of yours. I would rather see you dress like the Tahualpa indian you  really are. To see you wearing cotton and wool makes me sick. You are such a fake, tell me where my fiancee Paulina is”. Urquiza brushes – “Don’t know where she is his girlfriend, Mr Mauritius.” – “Well, I can’t find her anywhere and you… You are her assistant. Now, don’t you take me for an idiot and tell me where my fiancee is.”  What, you hiding her? What, you eaten her? You are dead dumb snob” . Urquiza turns to look at Mauricio. – ” Paulina, Mauricio?” Mauricio becomes more frustrated – “Oh, now I will kill you and throw you to the pigs…” A voice shouts behind Mauricio. “Stop!” Paulina appears mounted on a gray spotted white horse with a very, very long mane – (His name is Deaf. It is the horse that was stolen and Mauritius found in neighboring Suipacha).  Mounted on Sordo, dressed from head to foot all in white, with a golden ribbon that rounds the brimmed of her hat an ont his back, she looks radiant. She asks. – ” Mauricio, where you looking for me?” – ” Hi, love….  Paulina, is this guy… He gets me mad! And I love you so, my Paulina Leandro. I thought you lost forever…” – “I understand you, Mauricio. I for one wish I could scratch of a pair of eyes here and there for you sweetie.”- “Oh, my baby, you do understand me. As I say, you are soy good, Paulina Leandro, love of my life. My queen.. My goddess. My …” – “I am your girlfriend Mauricio. That is enough” – “The two lovers were going riding through the vineyards to the river

P&M 10.3

“Eh boyerito, Urquiza, te acordas de mi?” – “Don Peek, esta de vuelta y con un nuevo automóvil!” – “Mira que vistoso se te ve, Vidal Urquiza. Y esa sonrisa? Alguien te tiene feliz che, Vidal?” – “Ja ja… quiere un matecito Don Peek?”  – “Pongale whisky y me lo tomo”. _”Hay Don Peek Ud siempre tan gracioso.” – “Decime Vidal donde esta mi prima Paulina?” – “Ella, Don Peek, ella duerme.” – “Son las dos de la tarde y ella duerme?” – “Si, Don Peek, resulta que se acostó tarde anoche celebrando en el bosque” – “A eso he venido, a poner orden en esta casa. Mi tio me ha puesto a cargo de la peonada y quiere que yo imponga su voluntad . Asi que no mas celebraciones en el bosque!” – “Eso esta bueno Don Peek. Sabe Don Peek, esta noche tienen planeado mas celebraciones.” –  “Que celebran? Casamiento?” – “No. Nadie se casa. Coronación de un rey.” – “Decime Vidal esta el franchute mezclado en esto?” – “Reuger de la Fleur es el nuevo rey de la doñita  Lilly y lo van a coronar esta noche.” – “No hay celebraciones esta noche por orden de mi tio.!” – “Asi es Don Peek!” -“Decime Vidal, que te parece si destronamos al rey fifi ese antes siquiera lo coronen.” – “Oh, eso seria colosal!” – “Vidal yo me voy para el bosque a arreglar la sorpresa y vos mantiene me ocupada a Paulina mientras regreso. Creo nos vamos a divertir de lo lindo esta noche.” – “Si, Don Peek”. “Voy a limpiar el piso con vos franchute!” Dice Peek mientras aplasta el acelerador hasta el fondo. Peek desaparece pronto rumbo al bosque. Mientras que Vidal Urquiza se apresura a entrar en el establo donde Paulina duerme tranquilamente. Urquiza Vidal abre despaciosamente la puerta de su cuarto y encuentra a Paulina durmiendo plácidamente. El se arrodilla y siente su corazón palpitar fuertemente. Menea y baja la cabeza como queriendo esconder su vergüenza. ” Oh, mi dueña, que clase de gusano soy yo si dejo actuar a su primo en contra su amado Mauricio…”  Paulina se mueve al nombre de ‘Mauricio’. Luego se le escucha decir algo así como “Te amo, Mauricio eres tu …?” Urquiza Vidal siente su pasión aumentar y simula ser Mauricio P”He went there when he Eh, Urquiza, tea drunkard my?” – “Don Peek, is back and with a new car.” – “Look that attractive looking, Vidal Urquiza. And that smile? Someone has happy che, Vidal.” – “Ja ja… wants a matecito Don Peek.” – “Sharethis whisky and i took it”.  _”There is Don Peek You always so funny.” – “Decime Vidal where is my cousin Pauline?” – “She, Don Peek, she sleeps.” – “Are the two in the afternoon and she sleeps.” – “Yes, Don Peek, it turns out that slept late last night taking place in the forest” – “to what I’m here, to put an order in this House. My uncle has put me in charge of the peasants are astonished and wants me imposing its will . So no more celebrations in the forest.” – “This is good Don Peek. You know Don Peek, tonight have planned more celebrations.” – “that celebrate? Marriage.” – “No.  No one is home. Coronation of a king.” – “Decime the Vidal is mixed in this French guy is myself.” – “Reuger of La Fleur is the new king of the donita Lilly and is going to crown this night.” – “there are no celebrations tonight by order of my uncle. !” – “Well it is Don Peek!” – “Decime Vidal, you think the king if destronamos Fifi that before even be crowned.” – “Oh, that would be colossal!” – “Vidal i am going to the forest to fix the surprise and vos keeps me busy to Paulina while return. I think we are going to have some fun at how nice this night.” – “Yes, Don Peek”.  “I’m going to clean the floor with vos French guy is myself!” Peek says while it crushes the accelerator to the fund. Peek disappears soon heading to the forest. While that Vidal Urquiza hastens to enter the barn where Paulina sleeps quietly. Urquiza Vidal slowly opens the door of his room and found Paulina sprawled. The kneel and feels his heart throb strongly. Wags and lowered his head as if wanting to hide their shame. “Oh, my owner, what kind of worm am i if i leave act to his cousin in against his beloved Mauritius…” Paulina moves to the name of ‘Mauritius’.  You will then be heard saying something like “I love you, Mauritius you … ?” Urquiza Vidal feels his passion increase and simulates be Mauritius Paulina besa and tempts with its hands the face of Urquiza Vidal. Paulina opens his eyes and said. “Urquiza, who come to wake me up.” – “My owner, is his cousin Peek that has come to disrupt the celebrations tonight!” Paulina covers the mouth of Urquiza. – “Don’t say more.”

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