When I had finally read the small lettering inscribed, it was just too late, the Angel had wiped my memory with a kiss, before I could complain
So, getting back to this business of these cards… in mine, they additionally specified that I would show a strong inclination towards music, with a special inborn aptitude for the piano. As a consequence to these blueprint particulars, I would enjoy long hours of afternoon lessons, carefully supervised by Don Gustavo. He was also the baritone in the Saint Agustin Convent’s Choir, as well as my distinguished piano teacher.
In the matter of Don Gustavo, it is important to note the following: the renowned Professor displayed a strong preference towards lavishly indulging in a lotion that went by the name of Blue Water. The same eau de cologne, possessed an impressive aromatic potency, yet is still did not suffice to conceal the eternal emanations of ethylic alcohol that transpired from his vast person, a consequence of the almost industrial quantities of Singani (a Bolivian spirit that resembled old fashioned moonshine) that my illustrious tutor consumed on a regular basis, another of his partialities.
This celebrated craftsman of the voice and piano, would commonly carry a flask of these singular and typical Bolivian schnapps. He neatly tucked it away in the inner right pocket of his faded tobacco-brown jacket, more than worn out by the years (I am referring to my teacher, but it could apply to the jacket as well.)
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