Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Pokemon Deluge Brazil

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The child looked at the water and held his nose. Again mirar a su abuelo, que ahora hablaba de peces, de pescadores, y de hundir la cabeza bajo el agua en vacaciones hasta ya no aguantar la risa.
Nadar... al niño le encantaban las historias en que su abuelo le contaba la sensación de atravesar el agua con el cuerpo. Prefería eso a los castillos, los unicornios, y los príncipes. Había una vez... “¡Un río!”, se apuraba a contestar el niño.
El abuelo recordaba el olor del río en la piel, y mientras se lo contaba a su nieto le hacía cosquillas en la nariz. El niño cerraba los ojos e intentaba sentirlo también, pero lo único que recordaba al pensar en el río era un cementerio líquido.
“¿Por qué pasó This grandfather? "he asked as his eyes sunk in putrid water," Why can not we have the river? ".
The old man replied.
"Why did not you do anything to not take him?".
The old man did not answer. Had died, perhaps without hearing any questions.

Saturday, September 24, 2005

Can You Use Use Milk In A Keurig





You never back anything. Back to invent a place that did not exist. 0,001 words

Saturday, September 10, 2005

Article 15 Drunkeness



Long ago, it was beautiful.
had black hair, straight and neat, and at times laughing so hard that you had to watch it.
At that time she spoke in English, and I loaded up a few years. I love to see them communicate with their colleagues in that strange language, each word was closed to me, and she had the key of all.
spent time before seeing her again.
had black hair, straight and neat, and his laughter at times you had to watch it.
now talking about theater and literature, and the words sounded strange in her mouth.
I made a couple of questions, laughed ... we recognized.
remembered that long ago had met someone who looked like him, before I quit, I knew she was part of something that did not exist.
Like many others, his name was brewing in the folds of my memory until it no longer belonged to no face. Like many others, his face was deformed to stop being one, to become a slick black hair.
Recently, I saw her ... had black hair, straight and neat, and laughed in a way that made you look at the ground. It took
acknowledge it came to greet me, and I felt like I was invading the scent of inevitability.
was then told he had never seen a woman so ugly in my life.