Sadlier Oxford Vocabulary Review Unit 4-6 Level E

I have returned!

Come take me again and feel loved
back and take me
when the memory of the body
awake and an old desire runs through the blood
when lips and skin remember
hands and feel they still play.
Come and take me again at night,
when lips and skin remember.
Cavafy.

ignition of engines, I decided to come back, I said, Paris en arrière.

were lit and began to ride the clouds ermine color, dead color. Back to where ever: Colombia, the mountains, the land of palm trees.

I closed my eyes and fall asleep on the background of Ocean Sea on the swift flying meteor indigo and white that I was carrying.

When I awoke, the sea blue than the sky, gave up their empire to the bays, coves and peninsulas known since her distant and primary school. Morrosquillo and Maracaibo, Baru and La Guajira: reviewing each accident was coasting, as I ran into the thick jungle of my ancestors.

and appeared in the distance a house and again and again, I could see with delight from the narrowness of the window. Houses were poor peasants, whose ruddy cheeks he remembers my grandfather, stubborn and willful as those chattering like two are not on the face of the world. What all stacks of construction will be the old Santa Fe and San Jerónimo what this side of the Cauca? Where the drinking and the playful little stream down the hill and the mansion of the corridors of the Gate of Almagra?, I wondered. And I mingled in the soul tearful memories, perfect anastomosis of my being with the wide landscape, where a river and yellow bravo, enraged, undívago towered by steep ravines between the green on a deep, sad evening.

Just a little more and appeared, for random witch, thousands of silvery plastic. Greenhouses were the flowers that surround the capital, which we had and was now left intact. Thus, burning the heart, blinded the clean brightness of reason and stunned eyes in a paroxysm of emotion, began the descent.

long she was already in Bogotá, the dirty, ugly, the thief, imprisoned again, dam of untold fears and watching the rain falling stingy not falling, no other desire than that of wet my suitcases, as if to say with evil: you're new here and you're mine.

That was, indeed. The city absorbed absorbed me as I was going to taxi, the avenues and byways, bridges and signals. Inside, the cold wind coming in through my nose and penetrated into the depths my lungs out, clear little water droplets tumble to dizzying pace over the glass of the body forward, backward, right and left. "flashing of fireflies impression they leave behind mechuzos dying, light rain in the night is waking up, is awakening from his dream to star riser" , stereo humming and humming and rain conspired against me. I arrived

!, I returned!, Said the strength of the pasts that simple, perfect out of my vocal apparatus with the excitement that filled me the soul, as if all is lost in a dark yesterday and there was no more than this to my bare feet once in my room, clung with equal force to the cold ground.

So I turned off the light, opened the window, looked up into the sky without stars and, slowly, went down to review the mountains, the lights in the distance, the gaps in my street, the roofs, the neighbor's elevated tank, which is when the water goes, that will not be for months, at the window of the girl in front of unknown name and buttocks drained, poor, poor thing, that of his brother, vicious, and addicted to porn: Abura, Abur, sleeping boy, and the intern wandering, hands in his jacket, dragging his feet on the asphalt drunken watery, just rained the dusk: bohemian go home the morning will be cold. It was, they were all plunged into the void and silence ensued, which looks like death itself, and myself, brought from the depths of the shadows by a thousand ghosts.

Here it was again, here I am. And I cried I am, remember me?, Do you remember?, Do you remember? But there was no response. Silence and more silence until I fell asleep.