Beverages Fernandez 
I worry that habit of sleeping Fernandez on the edge of the heights. Fernández
sleep balanced on the edge of the eaves and gutters. Causing wind chills ranging see with your eyes closed at the top of the water tank, the ridge of the roof, his favorite place, especially when the winter sun to warm the tiles, the medians and the upper branches of the tree avocados. Can someone who is not resting on a wire bird? He did. On rainy days he takes refuge in the laundry room shelf to screw into the apex of a pyramid of paint cans left hanging dry medium body, a leg, a head, a tail, always to fall. All the time one feels two contradictory impulses: to close your eyes, and of standing guard under the basket arms attentive to the time of the rush, but you can not live like that, always watching, with his neck bent.
From boy had no more than fifty days when Emily left him at home, showed that dangerous penchant for edges, ends, edges, margins, and any site where possible collapse. His very appearance was marked by a signal from air risk.
few years ago, Emilio Emilio is our neighbor discovered perched on the tip of acacia, which is the tallest tree on the block, and it fell not because Fernandez showed signs of being in danger, but precisely because everything indicated that he would stay there forever. God knows why, according to what impulse, Emilio rang the bell at home, we gave Fernandez had never hitherto been our and left. An act so natural and not surprising that we had time to react. To see if you understand: it seemed a gift but a return, only this time we had not lost anything, and unless Fernandez, who again did not know except for having seen that day at the top of the acacia. Emilio is one of those neighbors that always returns the ball of my brothers when it falls in your garden, but it was not a ball, so we did not know whether it belonged to thank you or not. Come to think of him never clarified the matter. From that day
Fernández is with us. (The name was given by my mother, inexplicably, it is not a name but a name, which is not ours and not even that of Emilio.) First we was funny for the drawings of the skin: a yellow background stand complicated contour spots which in turn contain points, circles and wavy lines. Even it is not symmetrical: the left side is different from the right completamentente to the extent that it does not appear the same as the side from where you look. But Fernandez is the skin of what interests us now.
Why this vocation to challenge his limits and exposed to the gooseneck? We do not know. You may not do so in bold, for the love of danger,
or because it attracts the void with great fascination, I have said that using these places to sleep. I rather think that this is a bizarre inherited behavior, or who was born without the muscle of vertigo.
may be another explanation: Fernandez is Libra, an air sign.
The truth is that any other would rather sleep in the cushions of the house instead of walking swinging through the air, another yes, he does not, he's never slept on a pillow. The only advantage is that we have no fleas inside.
sometimes falls.
fell a few days ago.
of avocado fell like a ripe fruit with such bad luck that turned her head against the railing of the bedroom. I was in the kitchen when I heard the sound of dry twigs to break, blow, harp chord vibrating gate and landing itself. This is Fernandez, I said, and went whistling. I found him unconscious on the fern planters a cut in his head. It was horrible. When I picked him up by the armpits, the body is stretched like dough. Very worried
put it on a tray and ran to my uncle Calixto, which is registered nurse and we fix everything. On the way, I crossed all the ghosts that had lost his memory and did not recognize me, the images that keeps the memory is fragile and a blow to the head of the bankruptcy as potter's clay, "which had become a fool, or crazy of those who see things in the air that no one sees, that he become deaf or blind, or just one-eyed but silent. Luckily none of that happened. My uncle
Zurich and bandaged, did not want to look as he was mending. I returned it awake, with a sort of turban and pink eyebrows merthiolate. Not on medication but I made an important recommendation: do not let him sleep for the next three hours to avoid the risk of concussion. After three hours he would be out of danger.
loads it back with the utmost care due to his condition, I've never been so fragile, so in need of protection. I remember in the corner gave him a kiss and kiss under went a flea. Far from reassuring
, my uncle had a serious problem. Because I have not spoken yet another habit of Fernandez.
I did not say that twenty-four hours in the day, Fernandez sleeps about twenty-six.
Sleep without pause, with the dedication of an athlete training for the Olympics sleep
sleep to come first in any marathon closed eyelids,
sleep because fatigue from time to sleep. Never met a light sleeper, goes directly into the fourth phase, the delta wave, the most profound-and stay there, though the earth tremors.
not this be explained, at least scientific. Suffice to know that he sleeps like the heroes of marble,
sleep the sleep of deep mountains,
sleeps like a pyramid, like a menhir.
How to keep alive such a thing? Where was the hero capable of the feat? Therein lies the problem.
But now at stake is nothing less than the life of Fernandez. I say this in the singular life-force as they get clubbed think of seven her birth she has one alone, you are using.
I went home with a nasty sense of danger in the stomach. What to do?
The only solution, I told myself to tell a story was entertaining enough to prevent sleep, one of those able to start a bear from its slumber and get you clap above. At that time knew, and still do not know, if there were stories-as-special foods for him, but invent some appropriate or more, why not? I always trusted in my abilities to tell but so far had never been tested in such tragic circumstances.
So I took him right to my room and lay down on the pillow. Quickly I set up a plan: she would tell three stories, exactly one per hour. That was a Thursday at half past four and half past seven o'clock. The following are the three stories as they are told, including some comments and incidents own time.
Understandably, he had no choice but to improvise something soon. If I took more than two minutes to think about history, Fernandez fall into one of their dreams lead. "It is true that sometimes these things go better when you do not think too much.
remember I looked out the window for inspiration. Vi
pass a truck of vegetables that will surely be discharged in the market for the corner and saw my neighbor's ornamental garden, the old aristocracy, which this time from a rooftop controlled the movements of the neighborhood. Tome
air and plunged into the history of the first hour, entitled: THE GRAND DUCHESS AND THE POPE. Ema Wolf
