efore very wise and good sense, the old lady complained that his habit of telling his nephews those fairy tales, witches, ghosts, etc., which according to them, they spoil their thinking. I did not understand these sound reflections. What I know is that none of those who spoke well, managed to trust me and never talks brainy scientists and their little story, which almost always carries a moral awkwardly, caught my interest. My uncle Paul, Professor of Logic and Ethics in one of the colleges of the city, and bozorola cuenteretes disparagingly called the narrative of the old aunt. Maybe people who think like Uncle Paul, I give the same descriptions and be right, because this is the result of its ordered ideas.The backyard was a well under a chayotera forming a canopy over the parapet of freshness.
Often, especially in the heat of March, my mouth reminded of that well water, the colder and cleaner than today proved that no longer exists, that the heat exhausted, and without guero my will, my heart simultaneously evokes the memory of my joy then, clear and fresh, gue no longer exists, that exhausted the experience.
The old lady told me about this well, lies that made my delight, the bottom had a crystal palace, where the lamps were stars. There lived a king and a queen who had two very beautiful daughters: a brunette with black hair that reached to the knee, with a flower-shaped mole alongmouth, the other white, with golden hair and dragged him with a blue moon in a star. The blonde was my favorite, and the blue moon shaped star on his cheek, was a source of delight for me.
I enjoyed when Aunt Panchita took his jar and headed into the well. Preceded it as if it were jumping to a party.
What strange and compelling sounds that rose from shady deep hole in the bottom of which would have said that flashed on and off lights. (Later I realized it was the quivering shreds of clarity that the foliage will cover him but then figured lamps were to tell me about the old lady). The opening and the walls were lined with a moss green and gold. The
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