After last week's parenthesis, in which my memories took me to political experiences, today I am going to tell you about when Luz threw the piano out the window, in a hotel in Barcelona. But, before, I am going to ...
After last week's parenthesis, in which my memories took me to political experiences, today I am going to tell you about when Luz threw the piano out the window, in a hotel in Barcelona.
But, first, I am going to explain the title of this series of articles. More than anything because some, with good intentions, are asking me about it and because others, to screw around, are going around in circles and are clueless.
With this small series of articles, in which I proclaim, between anecdotes and experiences, that everything I am I have earned myself, without anyone's help, I intend to record just that, precisely.
Every time the media deign to publish an article about me or some news related to me, with my activities, there are always, but always, three or four fools trying to touch my balls.
To begin with, to those three or four fools, who are no more, I will say, so that they do not take so much trouble, that no man or woman has been born to touch my balls, unless it is someone whom I appreciate or love very much. Logically this is not the case.
Those three or four fools, are hell-bent on saying that I have never worked, that I am a parasite, that I cannot write, that this, that, or the other. And, you know what I tell them, to go to hell. And, that's why, because I owe nothing to anyone. Because what little I have and am I have earned myself, without anyone's help. Rather with many stumbles from many an ungrateful person who is out there.
But, let's get to what interests us, to what the good Luz did with the piano, that day in September 1974, in the Viena hotel, in Barcelona.
Precisely, last Friday, July 6 of this month, we had the annual lunch of the boys, and their wives, closest to those with whom I studied for my bachelor's degree and, speaking of the first article, they all agreed that it is imperative that I tell the story of Luz and the piano. Of course, remembering about that, for us, famous trip to Barcelona, we commented on other nice anecdotes. But, like the piano, none.
Well, I'll tell you. Everyone who knows José Manuel Luz Méndez knows that he is quite brutish and that he is too boastful, especially if there are girls in front of him. It turns out that in the little hotel where we stayed in Barcelona there was a grand piano. Many, including Luz, would claw at the keys while humming a song. The only one who got real music out of that valuable instrument was Falo Allí.
Not to make the story long, one day, at lunchtime, a girl comes down the stairs half nervously shouting, "Luz threw the piano out the window! Luz threw the piano!". Knowing Luz, we all ran down to the living room, where the piano was. All, worried, we got ready to wait for the consequences of that outburst, without understanding what could have happened to the brutish Luz to reach such an extreme.
When we got the girl to calm down, we asked her and she told us that, indeed, Luz had thrown a toy piano that he had bought a few days ago at a flea market out of the window of his room, which overlooked an interior patio.
The expedition breathed a sigh of relief and we were all able to finish our siesta to continue with our adventures in the afternoon and evening.
P.D.: I publish it as it comes out, without asking anyone to correct possible typos and spelling mistakes. Whoever doesn't like it shouldn't read it or have fun putting ridiculous comments in the forums. I don't give a damn about those comments.