
"It was thus: the texts seemed to disappear completely in it and then what was left on the shelves, they were more than empty shells."
While reading this sentence I thought of him, the sand gray ogre rain. Moreover, there is no connection between him and Amadeu Inacio de Almeida Prado, the fictional character mentioned in this novel 1. But I Yet suddenly saw this beach sand and gray career, saying that our brain is still an extraordinary machine capable of making us jump in a split second of this literary voracities Amadeu de Almeida Prado gluttony and drops light gray sand of Bilbao.
He does not right away. Nothing is more disconcerting than the sand of threatening skies at the time of paseo. Smooth and flat, it is just waiting to fully stretched her women's doubles. released two bulls, three maybe. Swollen sky of a thousand offerings, sweating in the effort, trampled scraped back, he moves in bumps, cuts, channels restore him to his face twisted and insatiable male. A cum!
So once the light is swallowed, the drops once eaten, licked, sucked, the gray sand of Bilbao dirty caps, mud and black sneakers and pink stockings, squirting heavily under the hooves of bulls cornalones . The slime muleta the smell of her fornication, the xirrimirri down and even crazier it gorges itself as a dirty beast and beast. The bullfight is not clean, do not forget. Better!
1 Pascal Mercier Night Train to Lisbon , Coll. Foreign domain, Editions 10/18, 2008.
Photography sand gray Bilbao © Laurent Larrieu / Camposyruedos.com
Photography sand gray Bilbao © Laurent Larrieu / Camposyruedos.com
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