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... At noon, Platero was dead. The cotton Barriguilla had swollen as the world, and its legs stiff and discolored, rose to heaven.

-Juan Ramón Jiménez-


2008 was characterized to be another year where nothing happened. It was winter again, Mrs Hatering had always amazed how, year after year, one has the feeling of living the same Christmas as usual. But worse, had always seemed that came with the new year, when the excitement and the euphoria of a better life dissipated early awakening to nightfall and then, all I ever had was a sticky floor dotted remnants of party favors and champagne glasses stained daround her.

hit Pull it from an old bike and red, two madmen. Looked at the sky was cloudy as ever, but still trickled precious rays of sun through dark clouds. Returning home, he returned the bike too old and red and the two lunatics to avenge the death of a cat in a bag albino dear. After the beating, they left without insults and threats, but Mrs. Hatering deicide lay there, finally, after all, no one expected.