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viernes, 26 de febrero de 2016

RAMBO, THE TRUE STORY (39º)



Fragment of the
prequel of
Rambo, told by
her that, who
became his
wife, who knew
him, when
both were
seven year



                                               (Page 28)


       ... "Shouldn't we go back to the mountain?" asks Juli.
           "Yes, let's go back. We must change the transport".
           In the entrance tunnel, Rambo tells Jack that all those
           who are going on the mission must ear. And then, he 
           takes Robie by her hand. "We have 40 minutes".




           He takes her, crossing the dome, behind a group of 
           palm tres where he has recreated a place in which
           they a chart children. When turning on one side, the
           landscape changes abruptly. There's metal door with
           a chart where Rambo dials a code. It open and they 
           go into an enormous room caved in the rock.
           He heads for a console and lights it up so that Jack 
           can phone him. Robie can't believe what she sees.
           The place is full of her. All her artistic life is there: 
           her tours and recitals, innumerable photographs
           taken by the cameras of the hotel in Hawaii and
           a wall full of videos. 
           She looks at Tambo and he says, "I had a place like
           this in Argentina".
           "Were you there?"
           "Yes. Fourteen year. But I didn't live my life, but yours".
           Rambo opens a small simulated door thet hides a
           bedroom and a bathroom. He goes in and stretches his
           hand towards her. Robie takes his hand. He takes her by 
          the bed, andat the other side of it, on the wall, an oval 
          window lights up with a landscape of the dream where 
          they spent their childhood: down there, the beach with
          the moon in the water and here, on the edges, the leaves
          of the near trees.




          While they make love to each other, on the windown, they
          are seen as children, playing on that, their beachh, just as
          they remember themselves.
          The silhouettes on the bed, on half light, against the 
          other, that are small, where they break the moon in the 
         water with their games.





Author Adriana Gutiérrez
Published in 2005
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