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07 2
009
The last light beams are outlined on the horizon, the night it initiates its bloodthirsty way to the darkness, and leaves after himself a saffron-colored color on the vague horizon, taking revenge this way, of a frightful day of heat.
I, I enjoy this long-awaited change in my favorite summer terracita, and a refreshing drink does that the Morfeo waiting is made more bearable to me. Without previous notice, a rapid hammering and a dry crack they make me turn the look away towards a few ladies, which for hazards of the destination, this one, has placed them opposite to me, my eyes are located on the object, God … a fan, and accepting what for me is inevitable, my mind begins digressing. To read more …»
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03 2
009
This night, on having come, it was doing here, sat in the ditch of the way, I have seen your old weak dog, have understood that the hour came and I neither will complain, nor will beg, will not try to break the agreement, you have fulfilled your part and I feel satisfied. Although there have no been many years, yes that have been intense and like that I prefer it, before a long life full of frustrations.
On having come to “The Three Forks”, the ambience was dense, they all were quiet after I entered the place. I believe that it was already known about my night visits to Florette, the wife of Ralph Forks, the proprietor of the hovel, to which anger beams were already escaping from him in every look that was devoting itself and this one in the night has not taken eye from me. There is strange the sensation of knowing who your executioner will be. Es extraña la sensación de saber quien será tu verdugo.
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