Today, by chance, wanted to the destination that you will find me, after so many years, again with you first .mi great love-you said my name calling me, and I sounded so distant, and at the same time so familiar, that, as if suddenly opened the casket of my memories I couldn’t do anything other than surprised, greet you with a simple kiss on the cheek- and the words left your mouth presurosasas if they wanted to make up for lost time, and told me about you, upon your life without me, thy daughters, which could have been mine, your separation, and so many things, while I looked deep in your blue eyes, recalling., my first love-no longer saw you as before, Coquette, with your blond long hair, with your lips with shine, put on the sly, and I thought, with fear, that to me nor your would see me as before, and when you asked, and you?, as are you?, only could say foolishly., I, well-we said goodbye with another simple Kiss, and without giving us the possibility of another meeting, to which neither of them forced, you alejaste, my first love, as before, like when you llegabas late to your House after our appointments, and as before you gave back to give me your farewell by hand, my great love-had hurt Me more than what supposed encounter, and almost without wanting to, I began to retrace my steps, as returning to a time gone, and I was looking foralso almost unintentionally, the square with the old tree complicit in that time- and I found you, as an old friend, you were there as always, and look in your crust, also the beloved name was there, surviving to step the time.-in silence, I mentally involved with you, old tree in my neighborhood you have in the bark the name of that girl in another time I loved….It was all beautiful then, the Street neighborhood jugueteaba and laughed under the light bulb, and you all shaky, because to the swear you mentias me, I put thousand excuses for not kissing the cross.-my first love!.- And I went, feeling so old like you, while the cold of the night, had dampened my eyes.

You know love, close your eyes, sleep…I will take your dream hand and I will take you walk, not in those places that we tend to go, today will be a very beautiful place, we will travel your and me, inside of you, together, come…We’ll, let’s start this journey, we float among clouds, which already underway will add desires already, I see you, you’ve been quiet, and my silent hands put on alert your body, descending slowly, walking slowly, to remove all your skin closure, releasing some buttons, releasing you breasts, that hamacan to the end free, to receive my kisses, which are climbing slowlyup to your neck, then immerse yourself in the humidity of your mouth, to quench thirsty, while I explore the contours of those two lips of fire, who know how to honey and grilled, where me mojo and I burned my tongue step on them, then pretending to fill you and penetrate this gap, as it will be gone later your body… You feel love, as my trembling hands, lower the last bastion, which hiding your desire, and while going, little by little, my eyes are crossing from the hair root to nail the look where lights my fire…not suspires, still not…I like both looking at the nakedness of your body, as to you that I admire you, not suspires…not yet, reserve them for my kisses already climbing by your skin, that already downloaded by your body, until you reach the place, to this certain fate, Oh love…you’ve discovered, you move me shots, you caressing and you feel like between sighs you say if your humidity is I want to if love, perhaps not see my thirsty lips? .want drinking in your source damelo, is mine, because I have discovered…give me love Oh love how you feel. Now come the end of the trip already is our, your my mattress I your coat…my hands grasp your body .Since you can faint love feel loving .mi your and I, one body. .

I can not find the substance of this novel. Mastery of Roth driving the novel technique is well known, perhaps this is what makes me stay blank after having closed the book after reading the last page. With the narrative capacity of the author, her tone neutral but appealing, the solidity with which mounted the characters, the description of the historic landscape around this undeniable literary and narrative value keeps the reader on the rails of history. Maybe because the author knows that history itself has no great route, despite the historical background and the obvious moral burden of it, at the right time places the appropriate resource. After the initial exposure, which carries a couple of dozens of pages (the novel has 165), when it carries a third of the total, introduces a radical twist that inevitably engages the reader. The plot may be more typical of a long story as a novel, but Philip Roth is able to maintain the pace and intrigue until you reach the last page. In my opinion, are not looking at one of the final Roth novels, but no lover of literature may not admire the apparent ease with which this writer develops its stories, being able to get the juice to the shortest idea.

The young woman behind the gray counter inquired you with a smile learnt in the training courses for employees his name – he said pointing out the form to be completed – forgot the name – he repeated at the time that the man in Brown gabardine was identified on the form, Jaime Laz Garcia wrote while waiting for the receptionist to confirm access to the halls of authorized personnel. The building, dark Crystal, housed one of the most important subsidiaries of multinational computing. Powerful, raised in a small plaza where Jaime Laz was wont to sit with a cup of coffee, he shone by the effect of the Sun on the remains of the rain that had moistened the road during that morning. The man with his usual gabardine permanently rainy winters turned to elevators, also crystal. Third floor.

Contracts-thought while he clicked the button three. You knew well the steps to terminate his contract because he was perfectly instructed for that event when he signed for what went determined to one the rooms where I knew it aguardaria, totally isolated and alone, that someone warned to him; Noting, in the process of waiting, in a security camera installed in that room decorated with the same predominant criterion in the entire building, black panels, gray carpeting and on it a single chair, red. He thought the first time he stepped on the building, minimalism permeated the fashion and it had imposed on any decorative inclinations that denotaran certain personality in space though it didn’t take much to know that aesthetics was not casual but intentional, confluia with the character of the company, any detail that would seek additional characteristics of the employees. This reduction of the elements implied the impossibility of finding a role, at least neglect, a forgetfulness of someone, a dietary, a ballpoint pen, something.