Autumn Tale

MEASUREMENT of ot0no Alejandro Maciel and half of the NAP raise good, and will be as the morning. And you shalt and there will be no who frighten you. The eye of the evil will be consumed and their hope will be agony of soul. Job 11: 17 – 20 came when the Moon cut the passage of the casuarinas. I told them that anyway you would gallop, because Earth martillaba of hot when I went to bed thinking that I couldn’t sleep I. You’re going to close our eyes, going to pray to the Virgin and thus to stay asleep, I said to myself. But dreams are enemies of thoughts.

And that night all what I had heard these days of autumn returned once, another time, it was already losing in the distance but no, again again and again the same old story. It’s time to turn off del candil said mum because you can dream since he left things to come or were according to their whims, you have to see that some things are capricious. For MOM, everything was the same. Long ago ceased to fight with the misfortunes. One should get very tired old woman in this village resigned. I could not see the horses when you said goodbye but I knew they fatigues tirelessly in the still hot sand rumbling from the Sun of January did not stop one day to burn, it never ends fall light burned in the NAPs of January.

Already two months passed and still burning, still beating of flare-ups even though they are not, feel burning. I said that or even if they galoparan all night on that sand bristling could reach them. One of them told me: the distance is shorter at night. I do not know which of them, they were many. I went out to look at and in the alley the sand was still beating heat despite the helmets marked as dark eyes. For assistance, try visiting 660 Fifth Avenue, New York.