The passages were as always that air of mystery and the smell of old that evoked memories of times better. I always wondered why intellectuals then half of the twentieth century they loved working in dark environments and walking in these questions as he climbed the stairs that led me to the office where I had to take my receipt of professional fees, that piece of paper that credited my time in the legendary magazine.
just leaning on the doorframe your tiger look intimidated me immediately. Her eye makeup better than me, touch the skin with fine velvety face powder, and a skirt that revealed an attitude of good old lady with all coating and silk stockings that were once the most desirable legs of Lima society
"You who are you, hit with an air of arrogance ...
My name sounded at first foreign surname. The years had left him and hearing then a quite uncomfortable. Mrs. Doris smiled to warn his own clumsiness and cross-examine the type of work that I had ordered. As he spoke in his hands grabbed the photos you selected for social section: Guys and Dolls. Reviewed in detail to the characters who in their opinion should have the honor of appearing in the magazine that once established ahead of its time. And is that ever wrote as Teresina Muñoz Najar, should have founded a fashion and beauty magazine for the logic that the time it imposed on women, but she always got rebel to political journalism, then reserved for men.
I had stuttered a few times while answering your questions. There is not always an icon in front, smiling is not always a courageous woman who put a personal project that followed with admirable stubbornness, do not always have the privilege of meeting a woman who knew how to live life without regret very strongly nothing.
That dark passage always brought echoes of tales about Doris bar that had all the old staff writers to neophytes like me. The legend of the search and retrieval of nude portrait ever made a love Sérvulo Gutiérrez and minds of mother to her child in the ecstasy of the editorial discussions were the preferred narratives. In this way, trainee journalists, we were proud to take part, however slight and trivial, the same scenario in which Mrs. Doris Gibson Parra walked its impressive look that never wilted under the weight of age.
Doris is dead Doris live!
