Di, Proclaim and disseminates

What the dog is man's best friend ...!

Di, preaches and spreads ... each and every one of the images you have witnessed. Everything is so wonderful, of course, must not be silent. But do it as if it were a game, ie, no lie, not even describe the truth, or explain, or even dialogue ... You will have to serve this trick that never fails.

It was the year ... who cares. Can be today, could be yesterday, and will be tomorrow. Children are always children, and we love them and respect them because they are unique crop. He left Oiluj-14-year-old to walk in the vicinity of the cottage where he spent the weekend in the company of their parents. He walked, escorted by his faithful dog "Naybet" that licked their cheeks, like when they kiss of love between brothers. I met him, and said, "Where are you going so fast, boy? Perhaps, to enjoy the countryside on this day off, so beautiful, so happy ...". "Certainly, sir Zepol. You already know how to enjoy nature in me ...", company Pooch affirm.

They had spent over two hours, when the cute boy returned to the speed that gave him his legs, and apparently, their fears, as the countenance of his face showed fright. "What's wrong with you boy?" I asked. "You see, I have drunk water source Odnesor Nas, and then I heard a voice from heaven," he said.

That voice, informed me that "happiness is not in this world, but in the other." Then "Naybet" and I fell into a deep sleep, our minds and went, galloping, hundreds of masked men, carrying torches with black handles and pronounced the word "hunger." He continued: "Bread, bread for all our brothers who suffer the most cruel of diseases, hunger."

Soon, my dream or vision led me to a cave where he uttered the following invocation: "Lord, you see!, Lord, hear!, Lord, to walk !...". the end, and between smoke and fog, there were people with unrecognizable faces, dead or alive-who plunged into huge tubs ... All singing and praising the "God of all religions."

"Thus ended our night, the night of the torches," Mr. Zepol. "Do you, indeed, that someone will admit our extraordinary experiences? Call me liar, liar, too much ... Although I have a positive witness: Naybet my comrade," he said. "No one spread these insults you and the dog, big boy," he said.

Di, preaches and spreads ... each and every one of the images you have witnessed. Everything is so wonderful, of course, must not be silent. But do it as if it were a game, ie, no lie, not even describe the truth, or explain, or even dialogue ... You will have to serve this trick that never fails.

Tell them to your teacher, if possible, I put a small writing-as-homework: a story. Well, as this narrative will unleash your imagination to dwell, and thus the whole world know your unique experience. Talk about your story, no one will believe it but all will be spokespersons for the same, everyone will be spokespersons for "The Night of the torches." It will be like an act of love toward those who are contemplating the horrors of war, etc.. But never without love you to describe (to the poor 'stray dogs' need for crumbs of love ... to stay alive).



I met an old friend (of good friends, that you did before), who said: "When I turn off the light of the bedside table, in order to sleep a few hours (at my age few hours I take ... dream, only five or six), my brain does not sleep, and out of the dark night of my thoughts, dreams and daydreams, I spoke: '

a) Of the fishes thousand color; b) of the woman murdered by his girlfriend without anyone put effective solution to these violent deaths, and c) of the war that shakes the five continents of the globe ... "

I'm feeling alone! Back, and when I am in my house, about one o'clock, I only hear the noise over the last car-wheels .-. Two laps I locked the door so many thieves nowadays! - And look for my silence silence in my loneliness.

The day was downright embarrassing: talking with friends who are not, say hello to people who barely know, to recommend some young-rogues-naturally occurring state oppositions (which I did by mere compromise, but not put much interest in these recommendations, and I understand will be ineffective), listen to lies that are then converted into truths.

I feel sometimes the footsteps of someone walking near me, and I-lose-hope, who are spying on me, you know, some or all-of my appointment I had yesterday with Miss ... (so to speak), since who is married, with husband and shotgun, shotgun and husband.

No stumbled upon souls, men and women loved, colleagues of mine, because they had died. And to think I could have been the last man / woman on earth, if leaving early in the morning the city was already dead ... And to think I could have been the last man / woman on earth ... without actually having the time need to write my last poem. Unhappy day for me the past!





La Coruña, April 23, 2011

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