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MECCA OF THE DRY

Knowing that two of my brothers there in Argentina, would like to read and "play" my Christmas wish for them, I send a postcard.
One day I passed a bookstore, I went and bought two beautiful cards that came each with your envelope.
Arrive home at night, I asked, "where you buy stamps?"
mmmmmmmm ...... I heard my son saying surfer while hugging his cat dancing, singing "Luz Clarita ..."; then said: I bought at tobacco shops (places where cigarettes are sold). Purchased
the next morning, I wrote a syncretic but felt message of Peace and Joy, with a calligraphic c ion, I put the names and addresses, I glued the stamps - so tiny they caught only two colors, "and when I wanted to close envelopes, oh surprise, had no glue!

Bah! I said buy a boligoma morning.
So, I went to the area to find the right business. And I began: - Childhood Center Las Margaritas, not; Brewery The small grains, either. I kept walking and suddenly I see a beautiful stained glass window featuring live and direct:
gambas peladas
; filetes de bank
Jamon Iberico lomo (hmmm, too tempting ...)
Norwegian salmon back ... without question, was not the place ...
I walked a little more, NAIL, said:

gel nails
beuaty
drawing nails Diamond Nail
demand shifts .... not find there what he wanted.

A little corner offered to let " Beautiful outside, beautiful on the inside" , how are you?
... What Did I Search? ah! true! gum paste ... There is a Chinese sure have! What is it?: Pans, scarves, cribs, curtains, umbrellas, pants, statues, mirrors, buttons, and even The Lucky Cat waving from a corner. Question: glue, is it?, And as driven Chinaman provided, clicking heels, smiling softly swipes the package and pulls me: cotton, a watch, rollers, aromatizanates all seas ... there's no point: you do not understand. Thanks, I say with a smile and leave. Suddenly

warn: Do not have known before! plasticola not seek more and instead, change the envelope! In Chinese the next, and relieved wonder envelopes and take out a package: 24 legal size envelope with all its leaves, 8 euros, sing ... and I reckon I say: "And if I greet my brothers in March, when he returns? "
I go four days ... I think the absurdity of not being able to easily resolve the issue so simple!
In this step by a tight and asked for letter envelopes. And the point: "How many like the lady? "he says warmly Galician. Two, mumbled deflated .-" Well here they are! "he says smiling .... and had rubber!

disbelief, I completed data again, hit the stamps and, in fear, saying: "Here there be any mailbox?" always polite answer: "Look, ma'am, I have three steps."
and dragging, which cartoon arms the wet sidewalk, I, with some dry leaves that fall insolent
walk, caught in my fingers, the fat yellow egg box, and stuffed envelopes.

No hand off from there, I imagined Atlantic infinity and I said Madrid so that this is not the port of Palos ... !
I hope my brother will get my wishes, at least, from the hand of King Momo, the next Carnival ... Today

Cruise Going To Morocco

remembered that book cute and boy named Invisible Cities.
I lent it to my nephew a few years ago Cali and I liked it so much I wanted to buy it, but not encontré.Un day, I went to a bookstore in Sheikin, Tel Aviv, and there was and in Hebrew, I wanted to give a Castilian amigo.En, ever.
refers to the description of many cities of the Mughal Empire, the Great Khan description called Marco Polo, the emperor's favorite talks, where you would just listen to wonderful stories to ignite your spirit and mind.
The Venetian Khan recounted to what was seen by the world, but above all, what only he saw, and then was referred to Mr. : a maze of city invented.
His language is simple, pleasant to read and is an almost architectural description fantasized cities where intersects magic and wonder.
In fact, it seems that is related to The Book of Wonders , the actual Marco Polo.
Its author, Italo Calvino, in his belief that man can create worlds, but not destroy the living hell that is all around us, tried to alienate their readers of the implacable and closer to the world of fantasy and imagination.
As I read, I bask in their beautiful, simple pages.
Gradually, I began to think that it was only in these descriptions: the painting of a city, leading to a reflection on oneself, one's own inner journey.

Finally today, motivated by fond memories of this reading, I finished reading Calvin's opinion about the book: " I have written something like a last love poem to the cities, where increasingly difficult to live them as cities "...
is a very pretty book, you may want to read it ... maybe you like too.