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I am forced to get serious

Platero is small, furry, soft, so soft on the outside, which would all cotton , which has no bones.

jet just mirrors of her eyes beetles are hard like two black glass.

I let loose, and goes into the meadow, and warmly caressing his nose, just rubbing them, the flowers pink, blue and yellow ...

I call softly, "Platero?, and comes to me with a cheerful trot seem to laugh, not to know what ideal jingle ...

Come when I give.

I like oranges mandarin oranges, muscatel grapes, all amber, purple figs, with its crystal drop of honey ...

is tender and affectionate as a child, a girl ...; but strong and dry inside, like stone.

When I walk on it, on Sundays, for the last streets in the village, country men, dressed in clean and slowly stared at it

-Tien 'aser ...

has steel. Steel and silver moon, at the same time. "

Today marks 50 years since the death of Juan Ramón Jiménez, and has not performed any act or statewide in its report .

Anyway ... not seem necessary to say much more.

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... it might rain. Saturday Night Fever

really what does not happen to me, does not happen to anyone.

The story is that on the night of Wednesday, May 7 left to the poor Severo Moto in the office door, because it was raining. And as I ran in the rain, I forgot locks, lock it and do any act that might prevent, or at least difficult, I was stolen.

On Thursday 8 May, I had a difficult day between gigs interviews and court hearings, and it caused it was not until seven o'clock when I realized that I had stolen.

Then I headed for a night of dinner and theater with Quic, and decided that no sense to screw us at night, so I shut that bitch and enjoyed the evening. Upon leaving the theater Quic tells me I'm serious, I tell you.

I decide to go home and put the complaint by telephone. But, when you call, Mr. Police tells me I better go near a police station, because the telephone complaints are not valid until you sign them to the police station, and will not be to make a mess and I use my bike is responsible for not having denounced (at this point, I would appreciate someone explain to me what the hell does the telephone hotline) .

Total that as do not know where my local police station to go to which is to pick the car, and is the one o'clock, I decide that, overall, I take the car to go to Chamberí, which is what Know of a lifetime.

When I'm coming to the police, since my office is close by, it occurs to me give a couple of laps around the area, will not be just a prank or to see if there is luck or what have you got me hunch .

Indeed, I find Seve shot a block from the office, I want to see if it's OK, and let padlock and stuff, but I left my keys at home (I was going to complain, not to find the bike). Total I come home, I grab the keys to the bike and Quic that the poor can not sleep, decided to come with me. We

back to the bike: the front is out of place, it was not a prank, and have tried to steal whatever they have left it there. I test the bike, it will not automatically start, or intermittent, or the horn, but boots. I decide to lock and leave it there the next day we'll see. Remove the ignition key ... y. .. not stop! I with the key in his pocket, and the bike started. To piss and take no drop.

Nothing, call the Race, they say it will take between 30 and 40 minutes.

After thirty minutes I called the mechanic and he said he had been told that I am in a corner of two streets that according to his map does not converge at any point, so you better tell me where I am. Indeed, had the wrong man in the street name. Overall, I say they came in 20 minutes. There

still waiting, when for a car next to Mari Puri and few meters from Seve, get off me Quic a girl and says "Att , the aunt is naked" .

I turn and see an aunt in thong gets into the back of the car while the driver does the same for Inside ... and start to fuck! Ole, ole and requeteole.

do not know how, but it is best for them every ten minutes the alarm of the car and the four indicators are lit. That's passion, and other nonsense. Quic and servant

we did not believe what was happening. Such a surreal situation could only be overcome if the RACE arrived with siren lights and arches its placed next to the fuckers. That, unfortunately, did not happen.

spend more than 20 minutes and fails RACE. And here you think ... could be worse ... might rain ... And indeed, gentlemen it rains!

In that blessed moment arrives RACE, touch all playable (unless the girl's thong), connects all the cables and then only remove the spark plug happens to stand. There is the bike lock and no spark.

It's four o'clock in the morning peak, we go home. The others are still fucking.

The next day I put the plug, I'm going to the shop and when I remove the ignition key, the bike stops, and so plain little. I leave for service, just had a short, but hey, I have put about and return to having bike.

If you already said G. the other day: "ATT and Quic, these beings experts that late at night something amazing happened to them that prevents them from going to sleep"