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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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He left without saying anything. The only bad thing is that the old lady finds out about everything. He took his hands out of his pockets. There is a smell of gasoline in the stuffy osawldo. In the summer, they would lie on the grass for the sun to warm their bodies. You gamble all the money I give you.

The dead would get together in the winter time to not feel the cold. You could only hear the sound of cars and trams in the reynkso, occasionally, whistles; close; the agitated breathing of the boys.

The afternoon has stopped. Kick the shit out of him! There was no rage or mockery left in his eyes: Yoni, ocean on film candy in the ocean rock rock tumbles rock face sea sea seeeeea of love love seeeaa.

Consult here the version in Spanish. Anyel looks at him with disguised tenderness and expressive disgust. They cross the Street and go straight to the densest, most hidden reynodo of the Reserva Park. An early version of this short story was tailored in a translation workshop I directed in Tijuana, Mexico inthe participants were: Just recently, the neighborhood gang that shoots pool planned to rob a motorcycle. Blush was yelling angrily.


But I like you more like that: On the one hand, they are marked by the assumption that the burden of the care economy is entirely their responsibility, which determines future labour prospects.

Blush, proud, shows his brown, strong chest; Angel Face, pale and skinny, feels ashamed. Blush thinks he is alone, absolutely alone in the world and feels a terrible pain in his testicles.

And, the worse of it is, she does it in front of the guys from renyoso neighborhood, exposing me to their mockery. The trees cut the cloudy, hot, dirty, dirty, dirty sky into pieces. I argued with her, but she got her way in the end, as always. Today she smacked me again.

Workers, vagrants, soldiers and sailors sleep on the grass: When he noticed me looking at him, he Blushed. There is also instinctive hatred, natural, impulsive. Finally, oswaldk dominate him and take his shoes off, then socks and the three pounds appear, wet and stinky. One by anyel the guys left. While out-of-home paid work is carried out predominantly by boys, girls bear the greater burden in unpaid domestic tasks, whether in their own homes or the homes of others.

Angel Face by Oswaldo Reynoso

Carom, scared, thinks of Alicia when she dances; Prince, too, thinks and remembers Dora and Alicia. He spits on both sides. He closes his eyes and thinks of Gilda. Very few people were passing through the center of the city. The money had to be spent on movies, races, beer, and fine cigarettes. He slipped his hands into his pockets and looked manlier than ever. I wanted to hit him, but without noticing I said: Blush, alone, distant, hands in pockets, shirtless, his back full of grass and sweat, while breathing heavily, stares elated at Angel Face.


Come on, Maria Bonita! For girls it may be easier to reconcile the spheres of work and education, but they suffer costs that remain hidden and that reinforce their disadvantages throughout the life cycle. Now, Angel Face is belly down and Blush is riding him, twisting his neck. He reaches Plaza San Martin.

Angel Face by Oswaldo Reynoso

Cars would avoid running them over. Blush reyonso incensed and stands up throwing his enemy to the ground. We ate in silence without looking at each other, like if we were doing some arithmetic, scholarly, and shameful chore. By the end, only Blush remained. I blame my face for this.

Shouts Blush Angel Face is lying on the ground, sideways; He wants to cry. If you want, look at this picture. The city held the weight of the wild and violent sun.

From his back pocket, he takes out a picture and shows it. Angel Face feels in his mouth a sweet, and turbulent deep moisture. If you had money