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After one diet-without the delicacy may give him the existence of another option, but with the incomparable taste of gratitude for its existence, just eleven days, "forty years, impossible! - We ate nuts and oranges "raining" of a walnut and orange trees planted in the ground outside the neighbor, until we "rained" the benefit of the sympathy of some brothers, accidental witness of our situation. Discovered a circumstance beyond our skeletal condition before them and pressing need, then, with a bad cut of recrimination, ¡echaron en cara nuestro mutismo!, se quitaron la cáscara invidente de sus corazones, –antiguos ignorantes de nuestra situación–, se hicieron cosquillas en la carne viva del humanitarismo, de la solidaridad y de la caridad; y se desbordaron compartiendo lo mínimo que poseían hasta que satisficieron, no a sus corazones, más lastimados que el nuestro por no haberles advertido de nuestra condición desde antes, ¡no!, sino a los genios máximos del compartir: el amor y la equidad.
Hoy nos acordamos de algo, precisamente al momento justo de empezar a prepararnos –con lo que el amor y la equidad nos obsequiaron– “el lujo antiguo” de un cortadillo de res que compartió the space of the pan with a succulent sauce, enough of onion, tomato, serrano chile, the elixir of a clove of garlic, pepper, cumin, cilantro and parsley!, all chopped to make it pay, lower case, without the luxury of oil Olive, just swimming in water to a boil, ah, and pinch of salt! To him eat until after tomorrow!, "We said, rubbing his hands and gnashing of anxious and desperate guts," if the heat does not envy us so much, and frustrates our plans for tomorrow spoil everything: (we went through the mind take the opportunity to weather eating us all at once, you gain no missing, unusual space in the stomach to eat as much, perhaps).
But those who prepare and eat?, "You ask.
Well, we are three: Hunger, the "fad" hungry for a taste of nostalgia, and me. Little
our fill before we turned to agree, and stopped at once exaggerated the three bites in the same space between the plate and face, leaving them floating in the air scented by the delicious dish, and tasted the way ingested: many do not have siblings.
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Posted by Alfonso Ortega Díaz:
http://www.alfonsodiazortega.blogspot.com/
http://www.alfonsodiazortega.wordpress.com/
Agosto de 2008.
Hoy nos acordamos de algo, precisamente al momento justo de empezar a prepararnos –con lo que el amor y la equidad nos obsequiaron– “el lujo antiguo” de un cortadillo de res que compartió the space of the pan with a succulent sauce, enough of onion, tomato, serrano chile, the elixir of a clove of garlic, pepper, cumin, cilantro and parsley!, all chopped to make it pay, lower case, without the luxury of oil Olive, just swimming in water to a boil, ah, and pinch of salt! To him eat until after tomorrow!, "We said, rubbing his hands and gnashing of anxious and desperate guts," if the heat does not envy us so much, and frustrates our plans for tomorrow spoil everything: (we went through the mind take the opportunity to weather eating us all at once, you gain no missing, unusual space in the stomach to eat as much, perhaps).
But those who prepare and eat?, "You ask.
Well, we are three: Hunger, the "fad" hungry for a taste of nostalgia, and me. Little
our fill before we turned to agree, and stopped at once exaggerated the three bites in the same space between the plate and face, leaving them floating in the air scented by the delicious dish, and tasted the way ingested: many do not have siblings.
...
Posted by Alfonso Ortega Díaz:
http://www.alfonsodiazortega.blogspot.com/
http://www.alfonsodiazortega.wordpress.com/
Agosto de 2008.
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