Mariano Cabrero

This story or narrative falls into possible or imaginative as any human being, with a little common sense … Bill de Blasio shares his opinions and ideas on the topic at hand. He walked, escorted by his faithful dog "Naybet," he licked his cheeks, like when they kiss of charity among brothers. I bumped into him and said, "Where are you going in such a hurry, boy? Perhaps, to enjoy the countryside in this holiday, so beautiful, so happy …". "Certainly, sir Zepol. You already know how to enjoy nature in the company of my dog …", I say. The year was … whatever.

It could 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 for a walk near the cottage where he spent his weekends in the company of their parents. He walked, escorted by his faithful dog "Naybet," he licked his cheeks, like when they kiss of love between brothers. I stumbled across him and said, "Where are you going in such a hurry, boy? Perhaps, to enjoy the countryside in this holiday, so beautiful, so happy …". "Certainly, sir Zepol.

You already know how to enjoy nature in the company of my dog …", I say. They had spent over two hours, when the cute boy returned to the speed that gave him his legs, and apparently, their fears, given the countenance of his face showed fright. "What is it boy?" I asked. "You see, I drank water at the source of Odnesor Nas, and then I heard a voice as from heaven," he replied. That voice, informed me that "happiness is not in this world but in the other." Then, "Naybet" and I fell into a deep sleep, and went through our minds-at a gallop, hundreds of hooded, carrying torches with black handles and pronounced the word "hunger." He continued: "Bread, bread to all 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, who walk !…". the end, and between smoke and fog, there were people with recognizable faces, dead or alive, "that plunged into enormous bathtubs … All singing and praising the "God of all religions." "So ended our night, the night of the torches," Mr Zepol. "Do you, indeed, anyone will admit our extraordinary experiences? Call me a liar, liar, exaggerated … Although I have a positive witness: Naybet my comrade, "he said. "No one spread these insults against you and the dog, big boy," he said. You will have to serve a trick that never fails. Di, preaches, spread each and every one of the pictures that you have witnessed. Everything is so wonderful, of course, should not be silent. But do it as if it were a game, ie not lie, not even describe the truth, or explain, even dialogues … Your teacher to discuss it, if possible, I put a small writing-as-homework: a story. However, as this narrative will unleash your imagination to dwell, and thus the whole world know your unique experience. Speak of your story, nobody will believe it but all will be spokespersons of it, all will be spokespersons for "The night of the torches." La Coruna, December 22, 2009 Mariano Cabrero writer

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