Cara de Ángel FONTS Personajes Principales: Cara de Ángel • Cobarde • Tímido • Sumiso • Astuto Colorete (jefe de la collera del barrio). OSWALDO “Cara de Angel” (Angel Face), from Los inocentes (The Innocents; ), is the portrait In his bitter novel En oetubre no hay milagros (There Are No Miracles in October; ) Reynoso attempts to demonstrate the inseparable . Child labour has a gender bias related to the dominant stereotypes regarding gender roles. While out-of-home paid work is carried out predominantly by boys, .

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You could only hear the sound of cars and trams in the distance, occasionally, whistles; close; the agitated breathing of the boys.

Angel’s face is still pale, his hands in his pockets, waiting for reynosso attack. Blush picks up the dice. JavaScript is disabled for your browser.

Then the marine wind of the Callao neighborhood would come and leave rotten skulls at ground level. The others form a ring around them. Blush was yelling angrily. Shouts Blush Angel Face is lying on the ground, sideways; He wants to cry.

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Child labour has a gender bias related to the dominant stereotypes regarding gender roles. Yoni, ocean on film candy in the ocean rock rock tumbles rock face sea sea seeeeea of love love seeeaa.

He tries to explain the reason for the anger that drives Blush. If you had money The sour and fiery underarm odor mixes violently, with the df, damp fog of the lawn.


The sky, heavy and hot, stifles. There is a smell of gasoline in the stuffy air.

Angel Face by Oswaldo Reynoso

When he went to the bathroom he hid three libra bills in his socks. Very few people were passing through the center of the city. Angel Face has been lying on the ground, hiding his feet.

Unexpectedly, Angel Face takes his arm and twists it behind his back; he frees his neck and uses the chance to get on top of his rival. In these shop windows, there are clocks, chocolates, bracelets, American pants, shirts, shoes, swimsuits. In the summer, they would lie on the grass for the sun to warm their bodies. His desperate hands grab the grass and he screams. They say he’s a doctor.

His image was slender and sad, when in profile against the sun. All of a sudden, something breaks, falls apart, in its interior and he feels bad for him, for his friends, for his mother. They grab him and rummage through his pockets but find no money.

They fight over it. He shouts and bullies, and if the old man disapproves, he reminds him of his business, his singing: The money had to be spent on movies, races, beer, and fine cigarettes. I wanted to shake his hand and tell him: He sweats, opens and closes his fists in despair. Carom, scared, thinks of Alicia when she dances; Prince, too, thinks and remembers Dora and Alicia.

I grabbed my bike and rode at full speed, passing by the corner, but they saw me. He slipped his hands into his pockets and looked manlier than ever. The wind, opaque and warm, lifted yellowish leaves and dirty newspaper pages. In his chesthe feels a frozen pothole that hurts him.


The afternoon—sweaty, slow, full of deafening and distant sounds—rises like a girl. Rrynoso only one who does whatever he wants is Blush.

You have to smoke, drink, play, steal, skip school, take money from fagsand fuck bitches. He chewed his nails. You’ll play with me, with me, and whoever loses is going to masturbate, right here. Angel Face feels in his mouth a sweet, and turbulent deep moisture.

Blush thinks dr is alone, absolutely alone in the world and feels a terrible pain in his testicles. Cars would avoid running them over. He took his angeo out oswa,do his pockets. Workers, vagrants, soldiers and sailors sleep on the grass: Indeed, even when girls show greater educational achievement, their occupational options are more limited.

Angel Face by Oswaldo Reynoso

But I like you more like that: Why must they always stare at me? How he wishes that, suddenly, Blush would extend his hand, that the guys would say: Watch out, a car is coming. The dead would get together in the winter time to not feel the cold. He reaches Plaza San Martin. Angel Face feels a dark unknown fear.

An early version of this short story was tailored in a translation workshop I directed in Tijuana, Mexico inthe participants were:

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