crumbs that have been the years passed, leaving only trace of tempus fugit forging a great friendship. The difference between yesterday - back in the distant years of awakening at puberty, and today, is that then we thought we knew everything and now we are surprised that there is no better college than life itself. Meetings increasingly distant, though no less substantial, are held once a month or so. And in August it was my turn to host, so I deployed all the artillery of kitchen and I prepared the best meal we've had in a long time, with help, of course, my sainted mother, whose art restoration has not to envy the famous Adriá that. To find such a great event decidi invited to the "ranch" cabin to which I moved, as you know, in early July.
Everything went without a hitch, except for the slight delay, the result of a long afternoon nap, which made me a half an hour later than planned at the Plaza of Parcheesi. It was easy to appease the fiery wrath of the Erika, I threw knives for eyes, held out my hand and offered him the keys to the convertible, his eyes after the initial shock, it became so tame and gentle resembled the sudden aftertaste of an opiate, not a word higher than the other. There
cider, sumptuous dinner and dessert ... a surprise addition to the cake, of course. As we drove to Moriyón, at the height of what Maliayos called "Plazaon in Gijón and I stayed with my boat in the town, although the next day, Sunday, was to compete in the championships of Spain, which were held in Trasona. It must be very good, with the shovel, I mean it, however, was sixth.
Sunday was the break I spent in comforting and delightful memories of the previous night, but about nine o'clock that night I called to my door the illustrious Thomas-former, for the hook.
Dusk fell on the town, leaving the jacket as soft drink of Asturias and taking advantage of the situation, let me hide with a swan-neck jersey remains of lust night by that which one must be modest, as the moral obligation Catholic I've ever been so rudea.
We went together, as we have done so many times, walking the dog and talk about our stuff, and everything seemed in place, ie where it left off last time, so the invitation to dinner I thought of most harmless.
There are not many places to eat in my hometown, so we opted for the Italian menu and sit on the terrace of the pizzeria in my neighborhood. At first, until he reached the first target, his words were soft, gentle lover, and caress my ears, but when I started to sink his teeth into that smoky and tasty pizza, began the parade of insults. As I held my breath hitch swallowing, until he said:
- I want you to know, as you go, three things that never mThe anger that I dominated for more than two days, came due to my moral puritan, that I fight against every day, that according to which the Christian piety has to forgive seventy times seven to like it hurts. Even I could not forgive his weakness and therefore am unable to be lenient with my wickedness. Today I feel more people than any street pooch - with all due respect to the dogs. If you could ye get a penance, at least I could sleep peacefully.
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