As we said on one occasion above, we want to reward the support given by our employees, providing its new activities and spreading your current project. This time, a preview of the novel René Aftersun Llatas Trejo, publishing partner -8, with the article "Henry Miller and the framework of fiction." Also, let them know who is in pre, just 15 soles. ***
Custom and its greatest virtue. The disintegration of misery, a new chain of emotions through the city, a new discovery, a small imaginary exile, a chess puzzle feeling less competent. The obstinacy of seeing a sunrise indistinct, provide that objects are processed and return to be the same. But nothing has happened. Any lesser extent has been diluted and fermented like a wolf urine. We need to open windows and leave the things that Clea has not been able to bear.
Trinidad
Letter:
'is four: winter sun. I would be drugged. I imagine a dark and hazy room, a little cold, and background sound of a guitar. I would be looking at the ceiling without looking, while puffs expired. I would run to the beach and sit on the edge of the pier, with a pecan ice cream. And you? Stendhal? "
Your name flies, is locked in my hands like a kite, and falls into a blank page. His name is the name of the woman I love. Her voice hangs up on me. Even if bad is good, the right of every soul has to wake up. Vanity is fierce. I read one page without having to be someone else.
Trinidad
Letter:
"I do not know, it's ironic and funny at once. If I were not in Clea obviously I had not married. I'm a mess, and I'm sorry. I'm disappointed in myself, and really sad and frustrated. Unlike you, I miss being alone, alone, alone. It is absurd but I miss. I miss who I was, and I feel that Clea is sleeping through my fault, because each time the full of sleeping pills. It is terrible, as if standing on a cliff and I could throw. I have fear of not being here, not recover, Stendhal. "
***
University. People walking, transit, talk. It is a modern day, there are no shadows. There is a kind of platform and on each corner a block of cement. Only one stands out for its size than the rest. This I support. I'm waiting for Clea. Look around. Appear within minutes. I looked, and Clea too. Walk slowly and expects to lift his face to look at me as she knows. I get up, road and not stop her.
An empty room, high ceiling and wooden floor. Clea and I are sitting. We hugged, caressed our hands, pensive. Support my hand on his cheek and kiss her neck. Clea makes a small movement away, but imprisons.
"I observed everywhere. I knew you were there at the front, side, up, down. I immediately realized that if I saw you I was lonely. I missed your eyes. Clea
smiles.
"I knew you did not like.
"I never said that.
"Now is a dagger that never stops. Clea
smiles.
-be fate perhaps.
"We'll be us.
Trinidad
Letter:
'is four: winter sun. I would be drugged. I imagine a dark and hazy room, a little cold, and background sound of a guitar. I would be looking at the ceiling without looking, while puffs expired. I would run to the beach and sit on the edge of the pier, with a pecan ice cream. And you? Stendhal? "
Your name flies, is locked in my hands like a kite, and falls into a blank page. His name is the name of the woman I love. Her voice hangs up on me. Even if bad is good, the right of every soul has to wake up. Vanity is fierce. I read one page without having to be someone else.
Trinidad
Letter:
"I do not know, it's ironic and funny at once. If I were not in Clea obviously I had not married. I'm a mess, and I'm sorry. I'm disappointed in myself, and really sad and frustrated. Unlike you, I miss being alone, alone, alone. It is absurd but I miss. I miss who I was, and I feel that Clea is sleeping through my fault, because each time the full of sleeping pills. It is terrible, as if standing on a cliff and I could throw. I have fear of not being here, not recover, Stendhal. "
***
University. People walking, transit, talk. It is a modern day, there are no shadows. There is a kind of platform and on each corner a block of cement. Only one stands out for its size than the rest. This I support. I'm waiting for Clea. Look around. Appear within minutes. I looked, and Clea too. Walk slowly and expects to lift his face to look at me as she knows. I get up, road and not stop her.
An empty room, high ceiling and wooden floor. Clea and I are sitting. We hugged, caressed our hands, pensive. Support my hand on his cheek and kiss her neck. Clea makes a small movement away, but imprisons.
"I observed everywhere. I knew you were there at the front, side, up, down. I immediately realized that if I saw you I was lonely. I missed your eyes. Clea
smiles.
"I knew you did not like.
"I never said that.
"Now is a dagger that never stops. Clea
smiles.
-be fate perhaps.
"We'll be us.
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