In his innate surrealism
I spoke in his day. But not only that you notice that they have planted in their genes Calanda. For example, it is also sensed by the head of ripe peach accompanied him during his first two years of life. And the ultimate: a Berta always been more people like to eat with your fingers can take a carrycot in the desert itself. So, probably, has always complained of having been born in the middle of August when everyone walks in the diaspora and is difficult to arrange a time to meet conditions. Well, that was then, because it breeds well liked being every 18 August, the queen of Prado Largo Jaca's house that he was born but grow, in a residential summer surrounded by kids known or not congratulating him while engulfing the triangles of Nutella. Berta led him to the pool of the little finger hooked and since then I knew I was the invisible man because, in the hundred meters that separate the home of the sports area, all of which we passed, any age, race, sex and condition, I just watched it and all were "Hello Berta", "Goodbye Bertha," "what about Bertha?". One day he escaped and tracked down soon after, on a bench, a tired old man asking that his name and his mother where he was. In the smallish
save tons of anecdotes, but I've always a soft spot for his surrealism and personality. Mixed with a master's inexplicable, a character from hell with an infinite goodness that has always been irresistible magnet of attraction for all who have come to know. Berta is a sort of Peter Pan, but just that, a lot, because it is not that refuses to grow up but who cares a damn grow. He has always known what she wants in life and goes and gets it. And so, among other things, we love and admire.
I'm not superstitious, but that should be born equal 08.18.1981 has something to do with the planning that goes tack. In their generic social love always, always had a soft spot for children. He wanted to be a doctor (pediatrician, of course) but soon realized that the doctors go visit, prescribe, but not toquitean. And toquiteo not be important, is essential. Nurse, of course, to handle. And that leads and a handful of years in Palma, caring for children who will fit in the palm of the hand and one dodotis that they can make a wardrobe. The soba, yes, but perhaps it would also go through, they will be miniseres but not stupid, and sure beats absorb the soul of my Berta. Today, as always, I'm going to remember the millions of things that made me happy and feel the pain that has been my virtual kiss. But it is in Mallorca with sumadre and I know that is as usual, has already made plans, which has organized the new house, which has almost closed the schedule for your trip to Galicia, Madrid, Seville, Pamplona, to all those places where we are always plenty of people claiming their presence. What jealous love.
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