ROMANTIC LOVE : A PUPPY LOVE.

I WAS FALLING IN LOVE GRADUAALLY

   She sat at a table opposite me in the chemistry lab so she offered a full view of her whole being. We were then very young, we study the eleventh grade of the College of Guantanamo, Cuba.

   I went falling in love gradually, and who does not want the thing, I had an official girlfriend and she was free.   She was thin as a pin, but with abundant black hair and a divine face with deep black eyes. She looks Professor intently and occasionally her gaze lost in mine and held it for a few seconds.      She did not speak with anyone. He was proud and was the pride of Scarlet O'Hara in Gone with the Wind: as if just had left a picture of pulmonary, fragile and delicate in her features but with a relentless wasting character.  

    My friends who knew my growing love for the girl put her Princess Scarlet and her faithful friend was not graceful class: the Witch of the Forsaken Tower.

   She was the best record of the class and the second of the entire course. At recess not leave the yard like everyone else. I was alone with her in the classroom staring at her without saying a word. Her coldness and my shyness put a distance and did not favor an approach.  

    In English class I managed to sit in front of his desk to hear her voice, receive his touch. But she remained silent as a good student who was and occasionally touched our arms and it was like an electric current through my body.

   At private parties or did at school I sought her presence and there she was with her black curly hair and beauty Scarlett. I arm my girlfriend and did not lose even one of his movements, jealous of any boy who approached her to dance. But she rejected them all and stared at the floor or her gaze lost in nothingness.

Gradually stop loving my girlfriend and I submit to that impossible love that seemed to end in platonic. She was the cause of the break and left me free, waiting for the opportunity to confess my love but the distance and coldness imposed always killed every impulse to approach.   I dreamed and thought about her and wrote hidden love poems as good romantic I was. they were not delivered. I kept them in a drawer of my dresser.  

  So I finish the course, she was the best grades in the classroom. Later both took the career of Medicine in Santiago de Cuba. With the passing of the months my teenage love had cooled although occasionally dreamed of her. She finally had a boyfriend, a handsome blond. I also had a girlfriend: my current wife. 

   One night I saw her alone in the bus terminal in Santiago waiting on the platform. I came close to her quickly. I had already lost the timidity of adolescence. My head close to her ear:

__ Miss X remember when we were in eleventh grade in Pre Ruben Batista.

__ Yes of course.

__ And you never noticed me staring all the time on yours eyes?   She was already a committed girl and she obvious serious responsed.

__ No. I was not aware.

__ Well let me tell you were the great love of my life, I thought and dreamed all the time of you. Do not tell me your feminine instincts did not give the alarm ...

__ No, I never realized, you could have told me then.

__ It is your coldness put it away and it seemed impossible that you correspond me ...

__ As time. It's late. I love my boyfriend and we will get married. Why do you say that now?

__ In order not to become a platonic love.

    When I tell you relief me because of that fire only ashes remain. I wanted you to know that by looking at the empty did not realize my love for you.

__ Good. Already happened. Teen thing.

   And that was it. But inside me I knew she knew then that I loved her and ignored. Feminine intuition never fails but worse would have been if it had confessed her and a no of her side would have broken my heart forever. 

    Best I kept the magic and constant discovery and always she would be a reference to women who love later.   And I went to Guantanamo in the same bus with her, dreaming of her as I do now that I am a mature and occasionally her young and light comes as a ghost who comes closer but she does not notice me and desolate stretch one hand to catch her and she vanishes like morning mist of Uruguay.

DR ORLANDO VICENTE ALVAREZ

CUBAN URUGUAYAN

GENIUS

Politcs: HAVANA FROZEN IN TIME

         HAVANA FROZEN IN TIME

      Havana, frozen in time, with old landmark buildings that defined in the 40's and 50 city looks like a lady blush fills in the face for good presence to tourists but can not hide the aging of the rest the body that is where the real people live.
     But those tourists knowing that carmine in the face is not true Havana go to another city, to see how communism has wreaked havoc on her skeletal arms and her famished legs: the last haven of Castro communism in the Western Hemisphere with no mention deteriorated neighborhoods of Old Havana and Centro Habana are feet full keys and bunion and where a world of poor people crowd.
     That tourists want to see pictures of East Berlin immediately after the fall of the wall. But that smell of burning oil that gets through my nostrils in Centro Habana is a scent that defines me to Havana and I miss here in Uruguay. 
     Meanwhile Havana waits patiently the great change that is just around the corner. People are full of hope to die Castro and decide the future but do so in silence, in his heart, as any reporter say they are happy there. They have learned to keep quiet. Communism is the art of putting a gag and introduce a policeman inside every Cuban, except a few brave who dare to challenge the new Gestapo.
     Meanwhile Havana waits in silence. A beautiful in its surroundings with its beautiful beaches and people learned that Contex Fashion and Cubamoda are not dictate the wardrobe couture shops but Miami city. It seems a small Miami parading with its usual garb. The village has become consumer goods from the brutal North and and the government can not do anything.
     I hope to live long enough to visit a free Havana that every time I see closer. Not to take Daiquiri in Floridita but to walk between its old walls and touch them as caresses a former lover.


DR ORLANDO VICENTE ALVAREZ,CUBAN URUGUAYAN,GENIUS

CONTUMBRISM: A RUSSIAN CAR

      A RUSSIAN CAR

    There are memories you never forget and even dream frequently with them. That was the case of my car Moskovich brand, of course Russian, and flooded the city, as a stimulus for medical professionals in the late 80's.
     Saying "they gave me" a car is a euphemism for what had to buy my wife and I peso to peso and costing dearly for the salary of a doctor. But there was the Moskovich in the garage at home, bright and shiny as morning coffee with milk.

I felt privileged because medical professionals and others had no car but ancient American machines that survived as antediluvian dinosaurs.
   The car represented a breakthrough in our lives. It served to go to work and to the beach or the field on Sundays. Until we put it a name: Lester.
   I bathed and shinning Lester whenever I could, I took him to the mechanic as a lady carry on to the dentist to maintain good teeth. It had a good engine, the Soviets had copied the Renault on that, otherwise, as the carburetor was like a cavity that hurts again and again.
   It was a member of the family, was the first child I had, then came Jennifer and Orlandito who enjoyed it a while. A Orlandito loved to enter the garage with me sitting on my lap and driving, it was his greatest happiness.When I decided to go into exile I knew that Lester would be lost because my wife could not stay with it. So the authorities took it because it was in my name and it was a car delivered by Castro although we had paid until the last penny. Things of the tyranny.
    When I went to Guantanamo 18 years later I did not want to ask about the fate of Lester. One of my brother told me he had seen the rest of the body over there in a lost west of Guantanamo, Villorrio. He reconnacied the plate, It was a den of cats, they had rickety.
   The news hurt me as when you lose a close relative, Lester the car of my dreams in exile in Uruguay had died. I only have the memory of my babies laughing on Sundays glad when taking them to the beach and Lester took them like a car that ignored his final destination.

DR ORLANDO VICENTE ALVAREZ

CUBAN URUGUAYAN

GENIUS

#argentina LOVE AT FIRST TIME: BUENOS AIRES

LOVE AT FIRST TIME: BUENOS AIRES

    As director of a clinic in Montevideo had to pass a course of a month in Buenos Aires. 

   Take the hidrodeslizant ship and sat comfortably in first class.When we approached Buenos Aires and it was daylight.         On the horizon towers of Puerto Madero buildings that gave the impression of being a first world city they were outlined.     The dock was modern and checking luggage was quick and efficient. At that time the Argentine peso was equivalent to the dollar. I Took a remise and told the driver that I strolled through the city before going to my final destination: the clinic of alternative medicine who led a doctor friend of mine.

   I was amazed the different squares with monuments colossi and the greenery of its gardens full of flowers, buildings like the Presidential Palace or the Casa Rosada and the portal almost baroque racecourse, the famous Obelisk and Calle Corrientes and 9 July. 

   The old Buenos Aires captivated me from the start.
   That night we wanted to go with my friend the doctor and went to a function tango. There was a young couple dancing in a small venue. Thes movements of the girl were pure magic and enchantment, shapely legs tangled with a man full of sensuality and mystery act defied her face challenging male dominance in the scene. I find that the name was Laura Legascue eximia dancer and plasticity in the dance she was legendary.

   I invited to our table and eventually presented alone even with the dress with a slit showing the entire leg. 

She said that the tango was called "Cirque" and she danced every night except Mondays. Congratulated her on her dance and beauty. I had never seen such a shapely body and legs so stylized in a ballerina. I used to see young mulatto girl in cabarets in Cuba. I asked her when she went to Montevideo and told me it was from there. So we'd see us again.
   In the following days at work imbued in the clinic did not have much chance to get out. As was the beginning of the austral autumn sun drummed during the day. I was amazed to see people on the boulevards having lunch in the sun as if out every day.

   Argentine women are beautiful, they are among the most beautiful in the world, all want to look Duvet with long hair dyed blonde but essentially fine. 

   I left Buenos Aires in love with the city but what I remember most was the young tango ballerina, her legs slicing the air and the eternal confrontation of a temperamental woman who does not bow to a man trying to subdue her.

BUENOS AIRES: LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT. As director of a clinic in Montevideo had to pass a course of a month in Buenos Aires. Take the hidrodeslizant ship and sat comfortably in first class. When we approached Buenos Aires and it was daylight. On the horizon towers of Puerto Madero buildings that gave the impression of being a first world city they were outlined. The dock was modern and checking luggage was quick and efficient. At that time the Argentine peso was equivalent to the dollar. I Took a remise and told the driver that I strolled through the city before going to my final destination: the clinic of alternative medicine who led a doctor friend of mine. I was amazed the different squares with monuments colossi and the greenery of its gardens full of flowers, buildings like the Presidential Palace or the Casa Rosada and the portal almost baroque racecourse, the famous Obelisk and Calle Corrientes and 9 July. The old Buenos Aires captivated me from the start. That night we wanted to go with my friend the doctor and went to a function tango. There was a young couple dancing in a small venue. His movements of the girl were pure magic and enchantment, shapely legs tangled with a man full of sensuality and mystery act defied her face challenging male dominance in the scene. I find that the name was Laura Legascue eximia dancer and plasticity in the dance she was legendary. I invited to our table and eventually presented alone even with the dress with a slit showing the entire leg. He said that the tango was called "Cirque" and she danced every night except Mondays. Congratulate her on her dance and beauty. I had never seen such a shapely body and legs so stylized in a ballerina. I used to see young mulatto girl in cabarets in Cuba. I asked her when she went to Montevideo and told me it was from there. So we'd see us again. In the following days at work imbued in the clinic did not have much chance to get out. As was the beginning of the austral autumn sun drummed during the day. I was amazed to see people on the boulevards having lunch in the sun as if out every day. Argentine women are beautiful, they are among the most beautiful in the world, all want to look Duvet with long hair dyed blonde but essentially fine. I left Buenos Aires in love with the city but what I remember most was the young tango ballerina, her legs slicing the air and the eternal confrontation of a temperamental woman who does not bow to a man trying to subdue her.

THE PENNIS .MEN.urology ,man,urologists,conversation with ORLO

CONVERSATION WITH ORLO

-year 2000
---- My Dinner with ARCO ORLO------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Urologists-------------------_ I have cut many dicks -pingas-with cancer, even of young men and were saved and live masculinity of memories._And they do with the organ?_We're sent to the clinic to save in chloroform, labeling and archiving, as well as the foreskins of circumcision or strangling penises by skin._For what?_In case any malpractice lawsuit makes ... A father once came, those who were never interested in his children and gave her a shot a nurse because he said he did not need take no guts or eggs ...A young man resists the operation and crack the cancer as a cauliflower, it is impregnated with fetid odor before dying.'_I told him, sometimes, it is better without a penis, but alive ... ................................ .................................................. ...........

__married / A unfaithful. Anywhere there is always a (million) informer (snitch) next "seguroso". They are more realistic that the king because they are vocational. Invent regulations or give retroactive decrees mentioned that nobody finds and leave no written or signed record. Officials are afraid of the naked king. They are the pages of the ghetto closed and paranoid society. Always on the lookout for any dangerous thought. They are greenish drool inside, suffering from internal hydrocephalus and diarrhea, although they live in good houses. As Montevideo is a tiny city sneaks one finds and knows by the smell of putrefaction that exceeds the Kenso. I went up to a group (say guaga, bus, hare) and a fashion mad attempt to seduce me with its Lorquian big eyes and when I knew he was the secretary of the secretary and lover of lover attorney-type, sneak, that I was applied the stranger and retroactive decree and I said: 'Even the salamander is in the fireplace? He, I said without emphasis, inglorious. The little seducer flew out the window like a ghost by neon tubes scaped .................... ..................................................
--- -Garrapata Prefer to Bucowsky (write well?) Or Reinaldo Arenas, Lezama Lima, Paradiso fascinates me I though, that baroque is a catchy amoeba intercourse that never ends, so tick as great constructivism Torres Garcia .......................................
4-One more imagined at dawn, I do not let me sleep, are at 7 a.m, I'll write it and I do not remember, I will return to torture me some night Whither, s ... it went?.............................................------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
THE UPSIDEWhen Orlo was 9, her friend Melania was 11, back in the beautiful Guantanamo, and as she said to me, had a pharmacist squeaky voice in the people-want to clarify before I come up, that not all who have squeaky voice they are how are you ... because in  the church is a litttle married man, who likes to gossip and have squeaky voice and not ... Gossip not considered, of course, ... excuse me I said.People called him very badly and rudely, invested.-Melania-Asked Orlo.-what is an inverted?_It A man with tits _everything she had to know she said.For a few years Orlo. wondered where that hid tits, tits if he had or not and what kind of serious tits.At that time they were not round and hard as it used today, but conical, soft teats and something falls, they were naturals.He was looking for: women doctors, writers and solo pianists ... that if, skinny, with respect and without much homophobia and fear of sacred wrath of advocates tolerance.When I was in seventh grade and rural used a very heavy machete to my skinny and cutting sugar cane with goals a body appeared a big man like a bear with breasts.That's not an inverted, Melania, these vacillating me, fucking.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

THE PIANISTThe old pianist, at home fears, comes with a bouquet of flowers at the bottom and knocks on your front door and delivers it to the pianist ... I mean, the bouquet, obviously.Something worthy of Ricardo Arenas, I thought, when he spoke of the old and great Lezama Lima and his chorus of poets and poetasters.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

THEATER DIRECTORBernhart Wolf lives and directs theater in Berlin East and inherited the great tradition of BrechtIt has projects in action in Chiapas, in Santiago de Cuba and now a university in South Africa, although he lives with his new wife in Stockholm a little and a little in the city of Wenders and his skies with angels.We met in Montevideo, when he traveled with sweet and barefoot Maya, resident in Geneva. The amount here: "Where is the exit interview the Cuban Hector Quintero?" Values for Cultural Exchange and I made one of the ages of Hector and he acted as the reporter traveller.The Cuban-Uruguayan writer Orlando Vicente Alvarez as actor.He read my text "Basta" translated by Canstet Heinz, asked me another work, He fotorgrafied 72 images of my house and traveled to Tacuarembo to see if the energy was individual or collective. Said, it is collective.With Urich Schraeder, Uli, discard "Sperm sauce" and "Losers always" and translated "Gods of clay"A Bernhart and Mara did not like it.It's depressing, draculiana, and touches on themes of introspection and silence and paralyzed the German theater. Also it is not interactive. Lacks dialogue and growth.And it was true, he preferred the hope and I started to write Resurrection of Che and his visit to Congress.So I produced "Never say never" translated by B. himself.I investigate thoroughly, because it is a great researcher.I remember for example that Hobbes interested in the word until he found the owner of the word.He works with words but also with actions.I hand him over to Simone because the choreography is too dignified (cost over 50,000 dollars) from a large theater, he said, and not an underground theater or a university theater in Cape Town or popular in Chiapas or Cuba ...So fatigue and silence of Europe, reflected in his theater, and added, in all art, including visual neobarroco film and videos, not what I say, but one (and many more) EuropeanOr at least a brilliant European and Bernhart, who seduced by Moliere, runs Latin America and Africa.

Amilcar LegazkueMontevideo
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MEDICAL EMERGENCY

As always in life ...

MEDICAL EMERGENCY

Aniceto had a prophetic crisis, but without charisma.

A verbal incontinence that constantly threatened with punishment of plagues and catastrophes, inside the old hospital Chinandenga and great erudition and coherence.

Injected with anti-inflammatory and snores placidly neuroleptics.

So, every week, the family bring him to emergency in order the threats become a peaceful tropical nap

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proctologist

It's a very male guajiro but was an amateur to the prostate massage and every week at firm waits his turn.

The proctologo shouts

That comes a nurse. This sick man got me rotten. Or he goes to Japan.

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IMMIGRANT NEW YEAR

Says the Caribbean:

_Look at this sky, no stars have and this water is not like my water sea. In my country the sky and water are so beautiful that you never forget.

Southern says:

_As my little country there is none.

And Peru, invited by the ambassador to dine with the President;

_This ceviche is very wrong. Not as in my country ....

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Amilcar Legazcue 

ORLO TALKING WITH ARCO 2000 -Montevideo. Uruguay.

  Fragment of the novel Cuban Doctor in Nicaragua: Chinandega

  When they were happier for beer and hors d'oeuvres, they went to dance to Ranchón where there was a dance floor. They danced with enforce and joy. They could not ask for more to life. It had already fallen the night and beyond the farm Mangales surrounding darkness of dense forest and the new moon cast its light on the edge of the forest loomed. Suddenly a helicopter with a deafening noise thundered through the sky. Several military jeeps occupied the area. One of them came forth Commander Fidel Castro and all youth ran to the vehicle to applaud and honor him.     Fidel dressed as usual olive green uniform. It was placed next to the door of the jeep and spoke to those present:     __ I see that they are all very young. It is the first mission to send to Nicaragua to make the internship in hospitals of different departments. With you are the teachers of the important subjects __ was a long pause and then look at the charge of the support group commander who is especially recommended organizing this mission. __ Angela you tell me if everything is ready, they go after tomorrow.     Angela, a girl in her thirties with hair dyed blond, slender and pretty, replied:    __ Yes, Commander, everything is ready to detail. The guys will be well placed.    __ Why do not we go to Ranchón to have closer exchanges with young people? __ Fidel inquired.     All the boys ran to Ranchón where they sat on chairs and made a semicircle around  where CommEXCERPT FROM THE NOVEL "CHINANDEGA: CUBAN DOCTORS IN NICARAGUA"
ander sits . Daniel stayed on the outside of the shack and climbed on a chair to see the president from above. Bodyguards intimidated him with his walky-talky surrounded the shack. At the moment he  had the feeling of being excluded from a pack of dogs. If boldest would have sat by the alpha male and would speak directly to their concerns. But that was no longer possible. Fidel spoke:     __ I have recently stopped smoking cigars. It has not been easy. What I miss most is the absence of the lighter in my pocket than cigars. Whenever I went patted his pocket in search and still not lose the habit.     Everyone laughed at the story. Fidel already relaxed the atmosphere. It was the main theme: the mission.     __ I know you are going to take up the spirit of our brave youth to know Nicaragua and show how a revolutionary Cuban doctor. Always give the example. Sacrifice is all we asked. The Revolution will know compensate later. __ He paused and then added, changing his tone and turning to his side __ Angela. Is there anything that young people need and you have not asked?    Angela had been working with the group to support the Commander two years. She knew him well to anticipate their desires. While other heads rolled at the slightest mistake, she had been able to stand, fighting tooth and nail against an egomaniac that brooked the slightest fault. It had almost canceled his personality. Just becoming a machine efficiency and speed to please the smallest wishes of the boss. He had kept a submissive spirit but firm in making decisions, anticipating the whims of the President. It had survived and planned to stay in the ring for a few years. Do not be deceived. He knew that subordinates the commander did not last long. Therefore had a saved letter in:    __ First thing tomorrow they receive at the Faculty of Giron new books of Surgery and Internal Medicine . Also white robes of his stature to make them presentable at work. We know that Nicaraguan doctors do not wear gowns. So we give the example. Further. __ He paused for breath and addressed the students in general__ We will give a stethoscope and sphygmomanometer last generation with a medical bag which can carry things.     Angela did not smile triumphantly. He then held his head bowed modestly exhibiting the best he could. Commander smirked.     __ Good. It seems that everything is ready, as Angela said, to the last detail. __ Change his voise__ And now I would hear an opinion of you.     Group of students surrounded the Commander in Chief a girl of short stature, pretty face, thick hair dyed mahogany and a rounded figurine rose succulent meats. He went to the Chief:      __ I'm Carmen de Santiago de Cuba but everyone calls me Crucita. Let me tell you, Commander, that this generation of young people trained by the Revolution will not fail you. We will fight hard to fulfill our duty as the historic generation fought for us. Come up with all the strength you've instilled in us and the spirit of our heroic guerrilla, Commander Che Guevara. It why ask that our brigade so called "Comandante Guevara" and we thus identified.      There were murmurs of approval from the group and some cheers and applause were heard widespread. Fidel carefully observe the student. She looked like a strawberry ice cream cone with her beige skirt and pink blouse. Le sexually taste. It was a select group of graceful with whom he had hidden love affairs. Girlish but with strong character, not easy to break. For him it was like a challenge to his manhood and his status as an almost teenage girl face him in private. And this girl, as it was called ... Crucita, met the requirements. Too bad the'd discovered so late a few days to go abroad, but I could contact her later. He was already bored with his current woman who had filled sons and he had to keep hidden because it went against their image to the people. It was assumed that he was married to the revolution, that this was his real wife and that there was no bigger than love of country. That image had been inculcated to the people since the early years and would not change. Since then, he had to look small Crucitas in the shadows that his security team made him reach the discretion of state secret and deal with the skinny, tall and feisty his official wife that few knew and had watered down her character live almost in hiding. That was too much for a woman of the Supreme Commander of the Revolution.     Crucita ended his speech or speech as Daniel copied sellout high chair in the situation. "But that big earl girl came to me," he said to himself. He knew from his studies at the Faculty of Santiago de Cuba. She was a born leader. A vibrant picture of the UJC and she knew it. With its strident and defiant voice could inflame the coldest public. Everything in contrast to her small figure that seemed to be nothing. Daniel knew her well. She had a boyfriend of her own age of weak character compared to her but idolized. He was a student of the Faculty of Engineering opposite the medical and looked every day, even studied together. But Crucita began his visits he demanded its lead over the UJC and fell in love with the bus driver was a young athletic but uneducated. It was fiery in bed in the cities where they had to go on their numerous tours of accountability. So she broke up with her official boyfriend. He was complaining to her house. The parents of the girl threw him saying "fagot" And that ended the adventure and good reputation of Crucita. She was considered a good leader feared for her power but to vulgar pulled his driver to view. Among her closest friends they began to despise for his gaffe. Were girls from good families, proud and conceited. Crucita ignored them and continued sleeping with the driver who treated her more and more.     The commander said a few more sentences farewell and left like the place as he came,  hidden. State secrets were his movements although they were recreational, were made in absolute mystery. So the people  saw in the most official events: celebrations of national holidays, factory openings, opening of monuments. Activities like this, and more individuals were secret. All to guard against any enemy north attack but the main reason was to maintain the cult of personality: strong, elusive like a tiger, mysterious. It had been his life in the last 30 years, it had chosen well, knew the fascination for the people and it motivated them more.     When the procession olive green jeeps and all the bodyguards and support group had disappeared in the dark, the party declined. Nobody wanted to dance and was drunk. Just excited. Daniel joined the group of his area and walked to the buses waiting at the edge of the forest of mango trees. Next to him was Elio who shocked by recent events with Commander commented euphoric:     __ Did you see that gave me a little squeeze on the shoulder when he left? Did you saw?     __ Yes, I saw it. I was impressed by your outstanding figure. __ Daniel commented sarcastically.    __ And tomorrow we will give the books we need ... And the esfigmo, esteto and coveralls  we need.     __ That's the power of the Commander. His only word that everything comes out. King Midas seems ...     Elio looked at him strangely not seeming to understand anything. Daniel saw his the situation and added:      __ I mean the Commander really cares about us. Sure I do not ignore your presence in the act__ He paused and softened his words. __ If you have a problem when we are in Nicaragua you write a letter to the Council of State and resolved immediately.     __ Do you believe?     __I assure.     They took the bus. Night had fallen squarely on the forest, only the glare of the headlights of the bus back to the Faculty of Giron was visible. Daniel rested his head on the window and meditate on his life. He had one girlfriend in his life and had not even made love. And this engagement had ended so abruptly and painfully with the betrayal that had left him as an empty vessel that the Mission was now trying to fill, not substitute for him away from his nefarious thoughts and gave a new hope and not let his autoestim dragged along the ground completely. He was not the center of the world. God knows as would the hearts of other group members, except marriage, at this stage of things, also broken as his, although they had a stronger self-defense mechanism and were optimistic by nature, but Daniel's pessimism attacked him in spurts. He wondered if she had a sort of bipolar personality although this had begun to suffer with adolescence. His periods of depression although he would call "melancholy" gave by himself in his room with his beloved books and write long pages in his notebook and in her diary. Something had inherited from the father with his chronic sadness after the Revolution  intervened business of his love and had plunged into a quiet bitterness and indifference to the education of the 5 men without giving even a touch or a kind word as they do true parents. Daniel never forgive such behavior, lack of parental affection, only her mother was not enough to fill the void. Years later, when he turned thirty forgives papa and justify the cold behavior of his brothers. But now he was very young and still new things surprised him and nothing like a long journey for long years away from home to prove himself as a man. Perhaps he loves again touched on her door.
     The next day the speaker of the faculty were awakened and fell to the offices of building where, after a makeshift desk, Miss Angela  was handing them out one by one bulky packages: medical gowns, promised books, esphingo and stethoscope.

sex MEDICIN: A CASE OF PRIAPISM. involuntary erection penis

PRIAPISM

    In my professional life I have attended Urologist several cases of involuntary erection penis__ Priapism__ but the highlight occurred in the maritime city of Baracoa in the northern province of Guantanamo, Cuba.

    It was a January morning and I was called from the hospital because there was a case for the urologist. Took my car and went quickly because it was like a circus not only by the concurrence of voyeurs but the tent into the savannah over the erect member. It was a mulatto youn man who two days earlier had returned from the war in Angola and giving free rein to his repressed sexuality for two years. 

    The penis had been pointing to the sky and swelled increasingly by the influx of blood flowing into the the member and not leave so the phallus was huge.Take him to the operating room and drain by puncturing the glans stagnant blood, I emptied the contents penis and wash with heparin and send to the room.

   A few hours after the member was erect again. Nurses and hospital techniques congregated in the door to see the phenomenon. I had to get him back into the operating room and make a large incision in the glans and stop the blood accumulated muddy and wash with heparin. Suture the wound quickly and sent it to the room with his band member involved in a sphygmomanometerthe nurse should fill every fifteen minutes to empty. The young man was quiet, did not obfuscated the striking of the case and felt ashamed.

   The next morning the penis was the same but less swollen. Then began arriving relatives. Without shame or embarrassment they lifted the savannah and watched the erect phallus. With the greatest nonchalance world touched him and encouraged him saying:__ But this less m'ijo stopped yesterday. You're improving. And so they parading all, sisters, mother, cousins and friends. That visit became a show. Everyone wanted to see and praised him as naturally as the great phallus.I knew that these cases are powerless if they are long erection. Most occur in individuals who have sicklemics traits from birth.

   A few days gave high youth with priapism, and his member at rest. He was  cited for consultation in 21 days.When I saw him in consultation the bride came with him.__ And how is your sexual potency? __ I asked awaiting the complaint.__ Doctor it Will no problem. Fully recovered.__  So she said the bride__ No problems.

   I satisfied with the course of evolution, rare in these cases.

__Here I bring a bottle of rum to you  which take it as a souvenir.

__ No. You better drink it  because you are the exception to the rules__ I said smiling.

  He took the rum bottle, he opened it and gave sip brandy.__ This is my reborn to my pinga.
    And he came out of consultation happy as a child   

DR ORLANDO VICENTE ALVAREZ

CUBAN URUGUAYAN 

GENIUS