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Carlitos

Posted on April 20, 2018 in News

Laura said that you were badly! How it is felt? – I am better. I have a good nurse! Aldo aimed that lean face, beard for making, the callous hands of salient veins, inns on sheets. Walter aged. – I am of vacation and if you not to import itself, intend to be one days in the farm. – He is clearly that I do not import myself! This house also is its! It is good for having vocs two here.

Laura decided to live in the farm to take care of of me. It goes to be married Carlitos remembers it? – Clearly! – Vocs was not given very well. They lived fighting! – Things of adolescents. – I wait that now they have more judgment Walter had a cough access. He breathed deep, cleaning the mouth with a handkerchief.

– I find better not to talk very. I go to leave to rest it. I go to unload my luggage. My room is empty? – Yes. Laura is in the other. It is the will. Aldo came back to go down. In the room, Laura talked with a man who if found of foot next to the door with a hat of cattle tender in the hand. Aldo recognized that squared face, wide forehead, hair sand color. It dressed pants, jacket jeans, and boots. It had that one exactly to look at insolente, that forced and sarcastic laugh. Carlitos was come close extending the hand to compliment it. – Then, the Aldo appeared! How are you? – All good. you? – Better it could not be. What it has made? It did not appear more! – Work and more work. Now I am of vacation and I go to pass one days with Walter. Carlitos shook the head. Laura observed the two. Wise person who always would have a barrier of intolerncia between Carlitos and Aldo.

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Shades In The Room

Posted on June 23, 2017 in News

It in its room was, in being silent of the half night, had nightmares folloied by disturbances, had been as much they, who finished if dematerializing, and to the uprising saw what few can see, what it is beyond the human power, saw what it encircles in them when lying down, when sairmos, where want that let us be, they exist, are invisible to the mundane eyes, but they are visible to the eyes of who guard with itself one dom uncontrollable and so little previsible. They were shades, several of them, were the demons of the night who encircled its mother, who will appear of the nothing in an extended red net in the way of its room. Balanced they it, and pulled its hair, they freed outbursts of laughter malignant, they disturbed and it with worse of its arts mornings, while its mother only slept, and she trembled its body with fear, defenseless, only lagrimava without being able to ask for aid. It was a errifying scene to the eyes of any son who started to cry out and to fight against those beings of the world of the darknesses, little by little all they went even so, in way the outbursts of laughter, as they said that always they would come back. Its mother opened the eyes, was eyes of a woman with fear, was eyes of sadness and anguish, however everything already met tranquilo and without perceiving already it will meet in the real world.

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