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Balagan reached Zeta preceded by the sparkling sound of a bell in a bowler hat. The noise woke the neighbors circus mired in half-empty dream. Among bleary eyes, the only statue of the place became a writer with hat, pants and pirate gold dancer steps. The pen wrote a story told to me and tell me here.
writer was once a dream that he dreamed a flight of red flames, candles, silk between trails wandering gypsy of a semicircular world. The wheel gave way to the chemical balance of the prism and its edges turning and rotation. Harmony in the translation so hypnotized space rider. Turning is always a good start. And when all was money and nothing else, a thousand rings of blue and silver soared into the sky of juggling.
An orange flower died along the refuge. The fakir found the instructions and gave him back to life. Because sometimes, when it seems that life is upside down, simply turn around and shake until the penalties are white dots. But the penalties always come back with the rain, then no choice but to wear them and embrace a life, this coat by dust.
The world forgot about our problems and turn again with drums and electric purple. In the rotation There were no suns or moons, only one man as the center of the night torn by a bluff. Light discovered cosmic travelers able to bend time and live in two worlds separated by the gap of a million tricks. The West Road was to tack dreams spiraling bubbles and dance and dance and dance to the light that illuminates the words. That was when the muses decided to hang from the ceiling down in a waltz and actually laugh pan, attempted the impossible task of getting a fried egg Olympics.
Stars returned to the land of white elephants, a place where the man survived on the strength of your muscles orange and lotus flower. Baroque rhythm trumpeted a birder migration seasons and the calendar that determines the fate of the birds of fire, winged creatures that live only to ascend to the heavens and plummet.
Love challenged the law of gravity with two hearts suspended in the air, ethereal contortionists free hugs. races inhabiting the Balagan announced their victory while the rest of the mortals, after casting their applause, they returned to the fog. Lost and scattered in the mist walking in search of a light, where a circus tent to feel like dreams flooded much reality.
Once Melchor came to my house. It is a vivid memory. My father knelt and thanked him for visiting our humble abode. I also promised I knelt down and eat all the food I put on the plate. Since then, although Tripero call me, I am keeping my promise.
laws. Brief portraits of the great enemy or the aroma of mint
Any son or daughter who boasts treasures a good story about her mother. The advantage is that writers can invent. That must have thought the New Directions Publishing responsible when they decided to publish a book entitled "Laws. Brief portraits of the great enemy "that was launched last December 30 in the Field of Culture of the English Court of Zaragoza. The editor José María Pérez Collados spoke first and argued with contagious joy, that the publisher had come to stay and predicted further submissions. He stressed the gestation of the illustrations as the culmination of a dialogue with the text. A work that has transformed the book into a precious object by: Soledad Alonso, Quinito Forgue, Marta Wars, Reyes Guijarro, Jose Herrera, Palmira Moran, Gonzalo Peralta, Leah Vega and Carlos Velazquez. A farce interrupted his words. On the platform a cardigan and mother of pearl necklace, energetic and very hers, daughter and son-faulted the way they dress and rudeness of his granddaughter. The child, accustomed to these sets home, maneuvered to bring the anger of his mother to the territory of the maid and nanny. You already know what I mean ... that emotional manipulation of children to the grandmother feel useful from time to time. The intervention of the author Santiago Gascón arrived with the smile of one who is delighted to find the audience that filled the venue, a garden-law. He told us he had spent Christmas with the family, including his mother and bitch of a sister that was burned in the fire of the home, one of those stories that will be remembered in the most endearing of his family. Friend confessed three times the publisher, friendly enough to catch a plane and make the second book of this publishing project that Gascón he congratulated by the mime of the editors to the authors, a loving attitude that always ends the reader to enjoy. Olga Bernad put him in touch with the editorial when he said he had been asked to write about mothers-in just after delivering a mobile phone, contact list and SMS's included, to yours. That is a story told Santiago, but between really and did not find jokes if either of the material used for making his story. Gascón said the striking difference between the English sound of mother, which almost sounds like a roar in front of the French delicacy of the names "beautiful lady" I've tried and I recommend calling Fancy beautiful lady your mother? It's much easier to recreate a scene from a Woody Allen film where a pretty girl calls for the difficulty of living with the family if the couple adds a woman who has no choice. Santiago Gascón For this book is a taxonomy-law where we can find for all tastes, from angels to witches set in all literary styles from the theater to the black humor and monegrino. Texts of different colors where mothers-stops that go well disparadero untapped creative. He tabled his capacity as a psychologist to recommend a recipe that will keep our mental health with the advance of mothers-those great women who love us in the background. Please note: The effort has to be constant over time, moderate the language and is the mother of his hand, otherwise it is better to keep it to 1,500 km away. Although he confessed that he could not complain because his four ex-law are complaining that their daughters to let him escape. A woman in the monologue scene vomited vomited When dreams of hate impregnated fly out the window, and the impossibility of loving something as concrete as a mother. Joseph Gaston, after thanking the players who gave life to the principle-based farce in its text, as the soliloquy that preceded it, written by Olga Bernad, did not want anyone to be misleading: In this book full of mothers- dominates the imaginary negligible. It is a matter of time because the stories always have those who remain, and it is normal that the writers survive in-law and said to summon the "familiar with u, pa'tú" You do not think too hard to find that other family containing the last of the vowels. The he confessed that, without critical claim, had prepared a list of the wide range of in-law and their characteristics reflected in the book. List your peers in order of appearance and excused say nothing of his story. Antón Castro praises to qualify as embroidery of stars. Olga Bernad shows the misunderstanding of silence. Joaquin Beemer lists controller and the bad bug. Adolfo Ayuso describes the nostalgia. Maruja Collado-law makes a relationship but all negligible, so loving, that is the worst. Fernando Lalana sex frightens us with real and unreal. Jonathan Valenzuela stops at the black widow. Luis Arturo Pérez Collados shows Peer pressure, this pressure than ever finish whether good or bad. Joseph Dumas we will mourn the tragic sensibility of hardness. Santiago Gascón does a pirouette and Maria Perez Collado somarda facing social problems. Gaston ended with some advice for future readers of the book: Do not read it once, and enjoy your doses of inches. The presentation ended with the monologue of a disgruntled son fleeing coward before the threatening presence of her mother who, chatting, chatting, organized a revolt against injustice so familiar. So keep your guard up, maybe her mother is the spearhead of the next riot social have it easy: What would happen in this country if in-law - in its capacity as grandmothers - not made by the children of their sons and daughters, whom they only see as grandchildren? And I leave, I'm warming up a stew that has left this morning my mother-in refrigerator. The house floats in mint flavor.
