Chapter V - The Penultimate Supper
Chapter V
The penultimate dinner we left the bar and we were standing in the middle of the street. Was sparkling. I asked him where he was going and she said she did not know. Starts to rain as God intended and I do not know where to go. I do not have time to get to my interview, I thought, so I will seize the day. What could be done to conquer it ...? I remember a movie I saw a few days ago in which the protagonist invited to dinner at a Weird and finally, after surfeit of seafood, leading to his house to sleep.
- I invite you to dinner tonight, will you? - I asked him stammering.
- Well, it's a little early but hey, if spending is to ...
I thought dinner at night, as he almost always, but I got carried away ...
I took her hand and started walking. She wanted to take me to a restaurant he knew not far from there. Nothing more start walking I noticed that she was going very fast and I gripped his hand. Five minutes later she ran and I, unable to let go of his hand or tell her anything in disgrace, dragging his legs along the street. Soon thighs dragged along the pavement. People asked me if he was maimed in Vietnam but I was too busy making me a tourniquet around the waist to keep the chest also. After a few moments of distress she stopped to tie a string of rubber boots and dropped my hand, thus got my head hit the ground. I was approached by a construction worker who was closely working with a machine and offered me a job in construction as sidewalks chopper.
When we reached the door of the restaurant where we were going to dinner were not yet ten in the morning. Was closed. We sat on the steps by which we entered the restaurant. Mary played with the ants on the floor blocking his path with their fingers. I tried to touch my nose with the heel of my left foot.
- Watch globule open at nine o'clock at night, we have a few hours ...
- If ..., if you want hope, I have nothing better to do.
woke up at eight when he started the restaurant's neon sign. I noticed Mary had so many ants that looked like a body more. I took off my shoe and hit him trying to kill them. Seeing that he could not picked up a broom that stood in the door and followed her killing ants. Still, he saw that Mary was at the top of ants, so I grabbed by the ankles and shook it again and again against the floor until there were no ants in your body. I let her back into the stairs. I watched while she was asleep, her head resting at the door of the restaurant. He opened his eyes.
- I woke up, I have a very deep sleep. Just stare at me so I espabile. "he said smiling.
time I looked at my watch, pink, and we could come to dinner. We got up and passed the restaurant. A waiter about twenty years and three months we received with a warm smile, hugs and kisses. I had never been in a restaurant like this: it was Hawaiian, I figured Hawaii. It was three floors down, a sort of stone caves filled with plants and live birds flying from one side to another. I saw an eagle came down from the roof to get a steak that had just served on a plate. It was part the show. The waiter brought us to a table. They were not normal tables, tables were very short. Instead of chairs, a bench where we had to sit them. I do not mind, I sat down and leaned against everything I could to Mary. Chapter
Monday, August 16, 2010
Have A Merino Wool Sweater Too Big Can I Shrink
Chapter X - Toso
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Toso
The world stops and I look at this girl. It is brown with green eyes. Stick out your tongue between your lips to taste the salt of the jobfish that has been left out of the mouth. He bends to pick a dog from the floor, turns, looks at me, I check the smoke in the face. Toso. 
Toso
The world stops and I look at this girl. It is brown with green eyes. Stick out your tongue between your lips to taste the salt of the jobfish that has been left out of the mouth. He bends to pick a dog from the floor, turns, looks at me, I check the smoke in the face. Toso.
Monday, August 2, 2010
Optimist Sailboat Vacation
The Power of Coffee! Countdown
For those who love coffee, especially when it comes to taking in the company, always looking for an excuse to "blow up language" is not relevant the price of the cup. This most clearly evidenced by yesterday afternoon, when we escaped the late afternoon with my cousin and our good friend Gabby Screens, Santa Lucia, a picturesque town 20 minutes from Tegucigalpa.
Our interest was to find this new spot discovered by screening, to taste the aromatic drink ... the security was a good time, in a place of enchantment! Upon reaching Surcagua (whose name we did not know due to poor memory of our friend), we ran a small cafe, full of local and foreign tourists, which forced us to wait outside about half an hour. Outside and inside, Surcagua looks like one of these cafes I've seen many times in Europe (I say seen, I have not had the opportunity to cross the pond yet) ... a touch of the old, complemented by the natural elements of plants and hummingbirds, bohemian atmosphere and aromatic incense, welcomed us and we captured ... and coffee, donuts, and care of its owner, or talk! It is worth repeat visits!
However, the magic of a cup of coffee with friends, not a product only of the place, but especially the company! We decided to forget the stress and routine strip us of our burdens, to put on the table, subjects on which we long for and enjoy conversation, secrets that are only given to those "special souls" that are willing to listen, not least poke a pinch of criticism ... and that's when I thought we would take an hour maximum, became a long day of complete enjoyment!
In summary, the cost of a cup of coffee is merely symbolic, shared experience is priceless! Oh and if you ask, Surcagua means "Place of Frogs" as is called Santa Lucia, as this is very common amphibian in the beautiful lagoon in the village. 
For those who love coffee, especially when it comes to taking in the company, always looking for an excuse to "blow up language" is not relevant the price of the cup. This most clearly evidenced by yesterday afternoon, when we escaped the late afternoon with my cousin and our good friend Gabby Screens, Santa Lucia, a picturesque town 20 minutes from Tegucigalpa.
Our interest was to find this new spot discovered by screening, to taste the aromatic drink ... the security was a good time, in a place of enchantment! Upon reaching Surcagua (whose name we did not know due to poor memory of our friend), we ran a small cafe, full of local and foreign tourists, which forced us to wait outside about half an hour. Outside and inside, Surcagua looks like one of these cafes I've seen many times in Europe (I say seen, I have not had the opportunity to cross the pond yet) ... a touch of the old, complemented by the natural elements of plants and hummingbirds, bohemian atmosphere and aromatic incense, welcomed us and we captured ... and coffee, donuts, and care of its owner, or talk! It is worth repeat visits!
However, the magic of a cup of coffee with friends, not a product only of the place, but especially the company! We decided to forget the stress and routine strip us of our burdens, to put on the table, subjects on which we long for and enjoy conversation, secrets that are only given to those "special souls" that are willing to listen, not least poke a pinch of criticism ... and that's when I thought we would take an hour maximum, became a long day of complete enjoyment!
In summary, the cost of a cup of coffee is merely symbolic, shared experience is priceless! Oh and if you ask, Surcagua means "Place of Frogs" as is called Santa Lucia, as this is very common amphibian in the beautiful lagoon in the village.
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