Hola a todos :D
¡Actualizo por aquí con dos cositas muy especiales!
La primera noticia es que he comenzado mi proyecto 365 y lo inaguro que mejor día que hoy, mi 18 cumpleaños :) Lo dejo por aquí por si alguien quiere pasarse, comentar, seguirlo, lo que sea ^^
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Well, the second is the story I'm going to get. As I think I deserve a Sabbath, I'll leave you my favorite short story written by Santi Balmes, one of my favorite artists not for their songs, if not for his writing. (Actually, I like their stories more letters or their records) and say so!:
. .. Boifuz
There's a party at the home of Boifuz terrible. Guests have had to submit resumes to be honored with an invitation transferable. As a sign of identity of this tiny nation, everyone is emaciated and listen without stopping a song of Joy Division. Just get to the party, the aunt of them Boifuz pervades the body with a patented oil lucky little boy wonder has not made an appearance. Greased with head to toe. For all those invited to the party Boifuz, who, something of the five in the afternoon, has not yet appeared, naked.
A quarter past five in the afternoon, appears Boifuz parachute, landing softly on a terrace where you can barely park a bicycle. It follows of his jumpsuit and strips to applause and cheers. His aunt comes with a giant spoon the oil smears of this strange dull. Then the brother twenty-five placed candles on her head. It is not difficult to tie knots. The cake itself is Boifuz party. Did you eat
guests?
Nothing is further from reality.
Boifuz's best friend is the hair was lit, pre-basted in oil content that secreto.Los guests without too much mind blowing, perhaps to fulfill a liturgical record, but prefer to spend his last minutes alive and licking and copulating players in the wildest dream has been told ever. Boifuz head in half a minute, is a torch painless and contagious. The temperature rises easily to seventy degrees. Then, as if everyone knew in advance the contents of the second page of the script, all watching as the curtains of the house Boifuz kick in and take control of the flames.
At that time, most of them go to reach orgasm.
Half an hour later, when firefighters showed up with his wild noise, even had guests who flew in a parable, one by one, from the balcony to the sidewalk, not humans, but gained its new form, which was none other than popcorn movies, but giant taste the plastic bags that we devoured at Alexandra small, all shapes and colors.
Salty, sweet, white or multicolored. Daba
igual.El is that ...
The whole street smelled like corn.
"Ultimately what is a horse out without a jaw? Nothing, nothing.
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