Friday, May 22, 2009

Army Aviation History

On days like today: 6 scenes and an epilogue.


Scene One: messy room, the only light enters the room through the cracks left by the blind.

The girl looks at his watch and decided that since we are awake, it will work, but it soon and still have not passed or 5 hours since you went to bed. Then the girl gets up and notice a headache and a persistent meow as the only signs of life on earth and is directed, determined, to the kitchen.

Scene Two: the kitchen. Across the courtyard, a man in his underwear scans the sky wondering if it really does much heat as it seems. On the ground, the cat insists on its requirements. She throws

food in the pileup of the cat as one turns off the alarm: to shut. Prepare coffee. Soon finds out that the coffee is to put coffee. Check the sink boiling water and once again preparing to burn the hands. Puts the fire and quickly discover the usefulness of the machine cover when closed. Clean white tiles, take a little cold milk and breakfast.

Scene Three: courtyard of the building. The girl goes out with her summer dress and cholas and is in the elevator with his neighbor across the street. He discovers that his neighbor across the street has clearly identified its hours, which causes a slight concern. Then he discovers that the spring in Madrid just never get completely and try to wrap up a bit while your neighbor is to retain it in the street saying how hot it is, woman.

Scene Four: House entry. The girl discovers that her house has a toll consisting of 5 whole think, and it does not matter it just gets stuck and you just put . Also finds that the clothes do not wash herself.

Scene Five: kiosk. The girl is to buy the newspaper that Mr. never want to give him a bag. In previous chapters he has said he is allergic to the ink, please give a bag although it is used. She says this because he noticed that the gentleman in the booth wearing gloves, and goes to empathize without remedy. The Lord has given you a Day and Carrefour, respectively. Today, however, the paper comes in a beautiful cloth bag with braided rope handles, making the girl turn over ten euros and get around and take the turn in the wallet full of metro tickets and vouchers used without stop looking at his precious paper bag reused. By pure intuition see the portfolio. No tickets. Given ten euros, the newspaper worth unodiez, only two-odd euros. The girl's letter but that was it arrives. She then addresses the lord of the kiosk and discovers two things: 1. On newsstands is not safe, so it is impossible to know whether or not received $ 5, 2. The lord of the kiosk that does not like to stock is not so bad. Scene

sixth: Street -of-way-to-work. She discovers that the ladies and gentlemen retired can become very strict and even aggressive when it comes to the row of the bus. The girl walks with very long steps, wishing with all his strength to finish this post right here.

Final Scene: the girl gets to work, look around and discover the calico looks resignedly, that there are days that this post does not end. Never.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

A Good Shampoo For Oily Scalp

My eldest

Madrid was heaven.

He was infinitely timid and thin and never looked directly into his eyes. She contagious enthusiasm of late nights and never get to class. They returned home late and disheveled, imagining what was happening inside the attic lit of La Latina.

- Someday we will live together in a garret and have a cat and a turntable and a lot of books out of order. We should live together, we would be fine.

Madrid was Paris, it was Buenos Aires.

He was sad and blue eyes and walked looking down. He told stories quietly
impossible in some unknown language.
her, eyes wide, I looked nervous, restless, searching behind the glass.

A cold afternoon of that first winter she turned 23 and had no time to lose.
Madrid was Paris and was a party. He appeared timely
bag and pulled out an old record, a used disc, spent listening to it.

- is my favorite album - said, looking into her eyes that he understood everything. It has always been a man of few words - I'm giving it.

- is my greatest gift, "she said sincerely, but without really knowing how far it was.

were then two, and went to live together, and filled the house with books, she was responsible for messing up, and adopted a cat and continued to spend the disc, and bought others, and even went to hear live, and knew that everything that had any sense, although they did not think too much on the hidden meanings of things in themselves mean much.

what would my pet if I could not play all my ways of looking?



Today Madrid is Madrid and is just dark.

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