(*) ... because you will not have surprises at the annual organizational program of tedium. A puncture outrageous, but no newspaper leaks left me lying in the National 320. The road had seen better days, a provincial splendor but proud of its long straights, with its changes treacherous ground and demanded their share of accidents promptly as silent tribute to outsiders, to which the villagers secretly felt creditors. The old route began to die with the opening of a highway only desired by the city authorities and road safety epidemic that afflicted the whole country had turned its greedy collectors drivers of fear priced in points.
Anyway, I played at the height of 170 km and a Sunday afternoon in freefall, without recourse to a crane to take me out of exoticism improvised and I must return to the vacation program that traced. He had chosen the road as a shortcut and not a pretense of exclusivity lost, so that ruled out the nostalgia and patience as reasons adventure, ended up in a slum after a clumsy and long wheel change worthy of worst case. The place had a lonely and dilapidated Coke label to distinguish him from a funeral home or workshop. At least had the decency not to be called "The Frenazo" or "dangerous curve." He wore a huge black letters on its front side windows that made up the sad and original title of "habit." Posted honestly threat by the local address as inevitable as I made the polite question of whether they had nowhere to sleep. After a while, four listless cloth passes through the bar and laziness of those who know a ruin so slow that others may never warn their inexorable decomposition, an elderly woman meats accompanied me to one of the rooms advised. Under dim light of 40 watts in vain sought to extend the closing time, they guessed a disused household furniture that new furniture had been left by the wayside in a timid attempt useless design and renovation at a store in a nearby industrial estate and anonymous , which now had no less sad decorating home bar owners. Stood as the cornerstone of indefinite color comfortable with carved drawers and orphans of all history, in which it was impossible to track any personal drama to have been stripped all traces of human precisely because of the transporting indifferent humanity continued for those rooms. Completed a hopeful show a misanthropic bedside with her potty dilapidated but clean in its gloomy interior and a rococo mirror up by the passage of time and embarrassed by the peeling paint of your frame. The impression he made the fourth was of a permanent combat tables between apathy and anxiety without guest referee did and dared to take it out of its doldrums. The picture could not be more opposed to second-hand literature, which had traveled some distance, or a couple of drinks as an antidote to the urgency I went to the bar downstairs.
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Anyway, I played at the height of 170 km and a Sunday afternoon in freefall, without recourse to a crane to take me out of exoticism improvised and I must return to the vacation program that traced. He had chosen the road as a shortcut and not a pretense of exclusivity lost, so that ruled out the nostalgia and patience as reasons adventure, ended up in a slum after a clumsy and long wheel change worthy of worst case. The place had a lonely and dilapidated Coke label to distinguish him from a funeral home or workshop. At least had the decency not to be called "The Frenazo" or "dangerous curve." He wore a huge black letters on its front side windows that made up the sad and original title of "habit." Posted honestly threat by the local address as inevitable as I made the polite question of whether they had nowhere to sleep. After a while, four listless cloth passes through the bar and laziness of those who know a ruin so slow that others may never warn their inexorable decomposition, an elderly woman meats accompanied me to one of the rooms advised. Under dim light of 40 watts in vain sought to extend the closing time, they guessed a disused household furniture that new furniture had been left by the wayside in a timid attempt useless design and renovation at a store in a nearby industrial estate and anonymous , which now had no less sad decorating home bar owners. Stood as the cornerstone of indefinite color comfortable with carved drawers and orphans of all history, in which it was impossible to track any personal drama to have been stripped all traces of human precisely because of the transporting indifferent humanity continued for those rooms. Completed a hopeful show a misanthropic bedside with her potty dilapidated but clean in its gloomy interior and a rococo mirror up by the passage of time and embarrassed by the peeling paint of your frame. The impression he made the fourth was of a permanent combat tables between apathy and anxiety without guest referee did and dared to take it out of its doldrums. The picture could not be more opposed to second-hand literature, which had traveled some distance, or a couple of drinks as an antidote to the urgency I went to the bar downstairs.
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(*) Nickjournal Published August 24, 2009 .
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