- And you? Yes, you ... you ... how your name?
- Me? Is it me?
"No asshole, with the empty seat next to you.
"Sorry, did not know. My name is Peter, but my stage name is Yan Clod. You write well ... "he says, gives him a crumpled piece of paper which read a childlike lyrics: Jean Claude.
- Who gave you that name so ridiculous?
"My mother, sir. I put it when I was dancing for the first time in front of a mirror. She said that all good dancers have French names. I do not know why.
- And what number you prepared to show us today? Because if it is ballet, you go to a theater. This is a circus, millet, really a circus and you're not even a dwarf, or have hair all over his body, nor do you pint of lion tamer.
- This circus has lions? I have never seen lions in Tucupita.
preguntadera
-Leaves, Yan whatever. Come on, stand there and starts we are in a hurry.
Pedro · Yan Clod ¨, was born in the Delta nineteen years ago. His father, a French priest sent from Paris to religious instruction to the natives of the area, he had taught his mother a lot more than praying the rosary. She stayed with the belly and no saint to whom complaints when the French took off a few days of arriving, gave as the first diarrhea. Marlinda, Yan's mother worked as a teacher at the school where the blessed land was a priest and teacher had to be read and French dancers. Until there came the knowledge of universal culture.
Peter liked to dance since childhood. Yolanda Moreno learned from watching television and often practiced against the single mirror of the people, the Guacha, the neighbor and friend of his prostitute mother.
When seen in the Plaza Bolivar Tucupita the announcement of the Cirque du Tucupita looking for stars, he decided to see if they took advantage of his talent and his French name to help his old woman who was half fucking to work.
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Galindez and Jimenez were two corporals who had completed his military service soon to be injured in combat practices with defective equipment. Stationed in the Delta region decided to set up a business with a talk that they entered the early withdrawal.
"Shit brother, in this country what it takes is family fun pa. Galindez said euphoric night of beers. What if we set up a circus? Too many weirdos in this country. We put a name so well known circus, bought some containers , we open windows, paint colors, and dude ready to go CHURUP becoming the country in every town.
-Consider it done, dear brother, "said Jimenez hitting the bottle of Polar Ice with her new partner.
Yuraimi, Galindez's wife, designed a banner to stick around town in search of talent. On the day scheduled for the "casting" had arrived and entrepreneurs had a line of people and animals that would turn the block and more. Men, women, children, elderly, crocodiles, turtles, dolphins, and even a clump of palm talking.
-A blockbuster that this circus is going to be my love, "said Yuraimi to look out the door and the queue kept growing. I think it's best starting with the interviews to see if we can start soon with the inaugural function.
... ... .. Peter Yan
Clod was presented at the right time, wearing a red liquiliqui had made Guacha and a polished wooden box, closed tightly. In the row in front and behind him were hundreds of people and animals of various aspects that produce different feelings, emotions, sounds and smells. He waited patiently for their turn under the harsh sun of the street until I was ushered into the room where Galindez Grill Laredo, Jimenez and Yuraimi sat behind a table with the Latin American Idol, interviewing and evaluating applicants potential circus.
After answering his name, Yan Clod put the small wooden box on a tall stool and opened it. Employers could not see the contents of the box from where they were and waited impatiently to see what was the antics of the dancer. Then, Yan asked the musicians to interpret a joropo and the harp, the cuatro and maracas, began an intense zapatíao around the stool where he was the box.
Judges faces looked a little confused with the expression of what the hell is doing this shit and what's so circus act. At that time, Galindez realized something missing. It was the harp. Well, not the harp, the harp was there, what was missing was the sound. Although the music still playing, the notes of the strings were not being heard. When he was about to discuss it with their partners, disappeared also the sound of four. For the moment Yuraimi Jiménez and had noticed the phenomenon, stopped ringing the maracas that were moving into the hands of Maraqua. Clod Yan was his zapatíao around the stool, as if still hear the music, staring at the wooden box.
Partners, excited, began to applaud. Soundless applause. When they tried to speak, nothing came out of their mouths. Yan stopped Clod dance, closed the box, he bowed to the three judges, smiling devilishly, and he turned and disappeared, leaving all Tucupita floating in dead silence.
... ... ...
Weeks later, the CIA tried to contact Yan Clod to hire, but his calls were futile. Nobody heard the phone ringing at his home in Tucupita Yan Clod telling them no longer lived there, who had gone with his box for another party.
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