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The text that next I accompany and that gives title to the post, belongs to the teacher Mario Benedetti., with its prose with genius witty, it gave me the answer to this singular question that from child had me intrigued.

“One of the most deplorable lacks of information that there have endured the men and women of all the epochs is related to the sex of the angels. The fact never confirmed of that the angels do not make love, perhaps means that they do not do it likewise the mortal ones. Another version, neither confirmed, but more credible suggests that, although the angels do not make love with its bodies for the mere reason that lack eroticism they celebrate it, on the other hand, with words, costs to say, with the ears. This way, whenever Angel and Ángela are in the crossing of two transparences, they start for looking, be seducing and sitting down by means of the exchange of looks, which, of course, are angelical. And if Angel to open the fire says “Seed“, Ángela to stoke it answers “Rut“. The dice “Avalanche“ and she tenderly “Abyss“. The words cross vertiginous like meteorites or caressing like flakes, “Beam“ and Ángela “Cavern“ says Angel. They flutter round there a misogynous guardian angel and silente and an angel of the death widower and darkly. But the amorous pair is not interrupted. It keeps on dividing its love into syllables. The "Flowing" dice and she ”Cuenca”. The syllables are impregnated with dew and here and there, between snow glazing, it circulates in the air, its expectations. Angel is said by “Stabbing“ and radiant, "Hurt" Ángela, the "Tolled" dice and she says “History“. And in the precise moment of the orgasm intraterreno, the cirri and the heaps, the strata and nimbuses tremble, entremolan, explode and the love of the angels rains copiously on the world”.si bien los ángeles no hacen el amor con sus cuerpos por la mera razón que carecen de erotismo lo celebran, en cambio, con palabras, vale decir, con las orejas. Así, cada vez que Ángel y Ángela se encuentran en el cruce de dos transparencias, empiezan por mirarse, seducirse y sentarse mediante el intercambio de miradas, que, por supuesto, son angelicales. Y si Ángel para abrir el fuego dice “Semilla”, Ángela para atizarlo responde “Surco”. El dice “Alud” y ella tiernamente “Abismo”. Las palabras se cruzan vertiginosas como meteoritos o acariciantes como copos, Ángel dice “Madero” y Ángela “Caverna”. Aletean por ahí un ángel de la guarda misógino y silente y un ángel de la muerte viudo y tenebroso. Pero el par amatorio no se interrumpe. Sigue silabeando su amor. El dice “Manantial” y ella ” Cuenca”. Las sílabas se impregnan de rocío y aquí y allá, entre cristales de nieve, circula en el aire, sus expectativas. Ángel dice “Estoqueo” y Ángela radiante, “Herida”, el dice “Tañido” y ella dice “Relato”. Y en el preciso instante del orgasmo intraterreno, los cirros y los cúmulos, los estratos y nimbos se estremecen, entremolan, estallan y el amor de los ángeles llueve copiosamente sobre el mundo”.

Ah!!, that you have not even solved the puzzler on the sex of the angels … very well, but we have solved other, how many children / experts we were not saying as joke, that when it was raining it is because the angels were wetting themselves, since you already see that not, it is that they are doing another thing.

That the night it does not confuse you.

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