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On the anniversary of the death of my friend Gladys Marin is a chronicle in his tribute "to Gladys in the opera" Peter Lemebel

It is in these days of speeches and offers multiple opportunistic happy homeland for all, when passing in front of the Teatro Municipal remember my dear Gladys how then was leaving with a bitter taste in the mouth. I remember her and so hard for me to take his departure. Sometimes I wake up in the morning, pick up the phone and I keep the empty gesture of knowing absent. Because we live so much in so little time, like the time when I called in the morning to ask me: Pedro you like opera?. As you like it, not much, I said half asleep. Know that workers in the Municipal Theatre invited us to see La Traviata, and if you want we can go together, I suggested it with his usual tenderness. They are the companions of the theater, super cool people, it is also a way to support their work demands, Peer, anda di than good. I never really look at the opera, girl, I have no operatic culture, and make me laugh such as fat ladies singing diucas. But if you want to accompany you, girl. Thus we find the entrance to the City, and we got the girl in the union with great kindness and a welcoming smile. They have a very good location, audience, fourth row, we insisted taking Gladys arm. We should have brought the furs, girl, I whispered in his ear looking women strutting their foxes rich men at the hall. I have a half skinned nutria, she replied mischievously. And I a Saved faded added dazzled with crystal chandeliers, the plush red and gold princely decorate the great hall. People greeted my friend with great respect. I admire a lot, but I do not think like you said a woman decked out in secret honking their bracelets. Fortunately, I told Gladys that with his hand up smiling at the educated audience. A handsome young man ushered us in our seats, almost right down the light to start the operation. "La Traviata is the same story of the Lady of the Camellias, I asked my friend who nodded in silence. The curtains opened and the large orchestra resounded with the sound of the introduction. The lavish decor and luxury apparel had us on the edge of aesthetic infarction. It's actually cute, girl, I said softly to the girl who kept the music moving his head slightly. Shit, I did silence from behind. And I returned his face turning a gesture of contempt. Be good, Gladys whispered, his tenderness as a teacher. Only five or ten minutes did the first act. The curtains were closed and the people went to smoke or drink coffee. We also went out commenting on the excitement of that first scene. As I smoked a fag, he approached the girl asking the union with such extreme kindness that seemed to us the development of La Traviata. It's wonderful, hey, you said Gladys with narrowed eyes. Beautiful, thanks for the invitation I accentuated. They then returned to dim the lights, drew back the curtains and began the second act. And again the frac baritones and sopranos and altos in dresses and curls round like wedding cake. In fact, there was not much novelty and cheesy plot repeated the fatal howling lyrical love. Then, ten minutes, closed the curtains and the lights came on for people to come back to the hall. As for the fifth time, Gladys did not want to leave and advising me softly said, "Go your own no more, Peter, I'll wait here. And actually I would go window shopping and if I click on a bambino, but almost no young people, only some crazy knights and royal afirulados that, fanning herself with the program, looked at me in disgust. At the sound of the doorbell Gladucha I went back to that I looked exhausted when I said: How long does this Geba?. Three hours the girl said with a sigh. And then he asked in his ear: Do you like this, Peter?. No, girl, I'm sick of lateado. So when the lights went out crouched down the hall to be unaware of the union colleagues, child. And we did, in the dark we'll hold hands and when we arrived at the door we point blank with the girl's invitation. They did not like, he said sadly. No way, hey, we are super fun but we have a very important meeting, Gladys whispered goodbye to her best smile. And us from the Municipal and girls reluctant to salon culture. Like it was nice to know these chics, said taking the Gladucha arm. But we are more folk, rock Pedrín.Y, added with a look rebellious cumbia, deepened my queen with her laugh bell that keeps ringing me in yesterday, so fresh and liberating as a cascade of birds.