THE LEGEND OF THE GOLDEN

  Este libro contiene relatos de carácter policial que el autor escribió en el año de 1.994 en Playa Grande , Catia La Mar , municipio Vargas, Venezuela . Único en el Mercado. Crónicas Policíacas es la historia de situaciones vividas por uno de los personajes del libro que combina la narrativa realista con toques de ficción, creando relatos que a menudo trascienden los hechos mismos, que pueden variar desde la descripción detallada de casos policiales hasta la exploración de sicologías complejas , ofreciendo así una mirada más amplia sobre la sociedad y la condición humana de la que ha sido víctima; mientras que otros se envanecen con sus actos, lo que enriquece la prosa y desafía las expectativas del lector. Estas historias, entrelazan la realidad con la ficción, e invitan a la reflexión sobre temas como la justicia, la moralidad y la locura, proporcionando una ventana a los aspectos más oscuros y complejos de la mente humana. Así también el comisario Rincón – uno ...

With each step he takes, it seems that he is going to lose his balance, and yet when he takes the other, he returns and recovers it. "How cold he feels, the friend tells me." It was really cold. With what the money lasted us, we had a few beers. We talk about his profession. He was a doctor. Doctor of the National University . It ended a few years ago. Right now he is working at the San Juan de Dios hospital . He's the head of the psychiatry department . That said. Talk about medicine at all times. That his father did not want him because he was born on December 24 , and because he was very Catholic, he never accepted that his son was born on the same day as Jesus . "Waht  a silly, he kept saying." He was - according to him - very dedicated to science from a very young age, so much so that he made the smallest instruments that man has imagined. But the great industry stole part of his inventions, and here he is as an employee in one of the best hospitals that Co...

 Chapter 1. Amparo   She was nuts the day his father kicked him in the butt, because he bent down to pick up the pieces of porcelain that the lunch plate was turned into. She was so mad that she often ran off naked into the street. So, the old man, in order not to let her out, would raise her to the roof of the house, which amused her a lot, because she would go not only on the roofs of her own, but also those of the neighbors, stamping her feet and screaming with her arms crossed over her breasts : - Motherfuckers ...! Son of...! Chapter 2. MARLENI To her, the day I yelled at her in front of my neighborhood friends: - Bye, mommy! He wanted to kill me with his eyes. - Mommy, your mother, son of ...! We all laughed, and we watched her stride away. That same day as always, I passed by at night, and I saw that he was chatting at the gate of his house with his sisters. They looked at me and smiled. It was when she was all serious she told me: -Walk to s...

  Has long hair. She wears a pleated skirt that covers her knees and a blouse that reveals her silicone breast. As he walks he outlines more than a woman. Say hello to another who is standing in the doorway of a cafeteria. - What was there woman, how are you doing? -Good, answers the other one. There are others that are standing on the sidewalks of the streets, or leaning on the walls of the hotels and brothels in the sector. The one in the story greets a passerby: -Goodbye, daddy. Go to a patrol radio and pick up your pace. The others move from their places. One of the policemen on the patrol radio yells: - Hey! You fag! What does a woman's dress do? -And that to you, what do you care? The others almost fell apart from the laughter.

I've always been a fantasy salesman. It all started with a friend who founded the first store of these and ornaments for wholesale sales in Bogotá. Before, they were sold in china shops and other businesses of different kinds. Although there were many manufacturers, none of them had the idea of ​​organizing a business dedicated to distributing them. That's how I started. He sold wholesale in the neighborhoods of Bogotá, or in nearby towns. Little by little I was acquiring enough clientele to sustain me. Before I had dreamed of being a legal professional, but the environment got me into this field. However, I was saving nothing. The wholesale fantasy businesses prospered until smuggling arrived that competed with the national one at a better price, and of better quality. Many manufacturers went bankrupt, while others progressed in San Andresito in such a way that they changed their businesses for theirs. To friend came up with the idea of ​​creating a shopping center that wou...