Well obviously that's at least two publications per week is still possible subjects for study, work, practice ... so from now I'd rather not promise any time for my input and them no more.
And here it comes, no waiting:
With a kilo of crimson
A park was once the center of this city, where tourists disgorged money in Indian stores, now yellowed with slanted eyes and young natives now that reek of old wine and sweat, playing dominoes, or just tute spent hours watching walk the "chonis" and the Swedish-synonymous-time whores while rum solidified with advanced their pussies and olives. Today, this park is no longer the brain of the capital, but rather a broken and bleeding artery, full of phlegm, bloody needles and personal droppings once a year, February, dressed up to the world, is adorned with feathers, horns, makeup and fancy Goths are brought to present shows that long forgotten his island roots and currently only intended as an excuse for selling drugs of all kinds not only stigmatized by the community, but those accepted, those equal to or greater than harmful to the councils, for instance, earn fortunes from their taxes as those who spend millions and millions in an anti-smoking campaign that will subsidize Flyers of San Juan with rum and cigarettes Hartemi Crüger. Singular space where the old ladies are very strong grasp of her companion's arm and squeezed the bag against the armpit when go near those Moors who already have too much time invading the park, near jacosos gas permeating the space with ammonia vapor, near-national missing prostitutes or not, because then we are open-minded and close port sixtysomethings queers trying to catch up while the macho point the finger and spit them back. The same Arabs who shouted "free Sahara", the same drug for which we rake in the Christmas charity, the prostitutes themselves displayed shaking hands with the council and the gays themselves who give permission to celebrate their pride one week each year, if not forgotten back to the drawer past the seven days, because no matter how holy we believe to be by far an empty heart that we say have interest, however much they pretend to create social awareness, basically junk, surface of consciousness limpiaderos fantastic catapult Derrick infernal twins, because at the moment of truth we all go quickly and without looking at the black side of calling in the English Court, we covered the nose when the beggars are piss up, we were shocked by two men lips kiss in the middle of the street and, ultimately, our desire is that a rain like that Travis Bickle longed fall in a fucking time on citizen scum, since, after all, life would be easier without having to pretend.
Among the putrefaction of which we all belong, sometimes people come and I do not mean guardian angels, people, human animals instead of human beasts, whose way of life not based on the double standards of "puedogastarmecincuentaeurosenunacomidasinpreocuparmedelosniñitosnegrosquepasanhambreporquetodoslosmesesledoydiezeurosalacruzroja "but in listening, speech and act soon enough in self-esteem, living your life, because it helps the most but the least obtrusive. Of these real people was a woman, which most, especially those who were not born during his lifetime, we have the image of old tender full of painting, with shading ridiculous in the eyes that made her look like a raccoon wrinkled and anorexic, trajitos wearing pigtails style and Minie Mouse as elementary girls. But above all, know as a woman who despite their misfortunes by desamoríos in the village of rocks, he decided to go down, who knows when, because like all eternity, she was always there-to the capital province, to that which has long Parquito visited Atlantic and the tourists crowded along with this historical character to be photographed with her. A living symbol of the eight islands are not as lucky as you think / thought, but if it's worth living in them, not so much by sea, its scent, its atmosphere, but because from time to time, these bits of land made from sauce and fire, the same materials as hell, people like her come, some of which still feel like being ... his statue, surrounded by her true friends, the cats, who are not telling the topical Humiliate phrase "are more human than people 'because rather his pride and love that release is based on" accept that they are animals, not claims, not us. " And there's his picture, inamobible ... there are many more statues of other characters: from Prieto in Triana, Thomas Morales in its namesake street, Galdós in theater ... all pigeon droppings, gnawed by the sea, wind or both phenomena, forgotten ... but it, is impeccable, as the body of the saints of ensuring that remain uncorrupted and there are both tourists and natives of the islands to take pictures next to it, because even if the big names go down in history who are little people who transform.
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