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Dear Francis, my friend, the great writer Norberto Luis Romero welcomed me with a wonderful holiday story I want to share with everyone.


DEALER

Herr Rüdiger, with the engine running, waiting for the green light. On radio, the flute concerto No 1 in the great Mozart seemed to wrap isolating it from other traffic. Whoever is behind her eyes were like a gem aroused greed or envy of all, the red convertible buffalo leather upholstery, with original mahogany dashboard, chrome wheels. There was no other like it in the whole city. The light gave way and at least touch the car obeyed and took the lead. Was heading to work in the main street which divides off that city in Lower Saxony. The mountain breeze in his face gave him fresh, smelling of pine, and he imagined the sleek mirror full gestures of contempt or envy of those who followed him from a distance. But none in that city could compete with its luxurious machine: it was too expensive. He had earned with the sweat of his brow, his cunning, day after day at the dealership. Herr Rüdiger was the number one seller. Those poor devils envy
, enthralled, as cars were still humble, small, gray, that it had sold. After a hundred yards, the cars that were behind were many avoided not hide a smile superiority, it was like honey to bees.
stepped on the throttle and the rest followed suit so as not to lose sight of, not fail to have such beauty around, but could not fast enough to keep the distance and had to settle appreciate it from afar, shining like a giant ruby moving in the sun.
crossed the city followed by the frenzied crowd of cars they were walking on the throttle to the limit. And so it went, like a mad race, left the city back up to the mighty river, where the man stopped just inches impeccably edge. Cars that did not come back, followed by blinded the beauty of the noble sports car and it crashed one after another. The dealer was pleased how they disappeared swallowed by the raging waters. At that time, the gentle voice of the announcer on the local radio station announced that it was exactly nine o'clock in Hameln and the sun was glorious. Norberto Luis Romero

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Grantee Wikileches ... PATIENT ZERO

questions (allow): Do you really need that this geek photo will corroborate what we already know?

Let's see ... Spain, like the rest of the West-is abundantly sold the interests of the United States. The U.S. ambassador in La Moncloa walks like he owned the place ... Everyone told is more than enmerdado on CIA secret flights ... Berlusconi is a chauvinist and chorizo \u200b\u200bfascistón ... In Russia sent the bigwigs of the oil and his cronies ... In Iraq there were no weapons of mass destruction ... But some are so dull as to require that you told? And these are the big secrets that are baked in the oven of international politics? Why this nonsense that people know to retrasadodel people pulling their hair? Why hide it is not hidden from anyone we spend the taxpayers dough goose that cost us the secret services?

So that ultimately the Pentagon janitor happens to this photo thousands of official documents like the pages in the store choricea office? Is this what we are going to reduce everything? What's it? Do you OK? "And you sleep alone?

jodamos not ...

What will this menda jail for saying what is said every day everywhere? Because it has "spread" the Assange says it for months the guy who makes me coffee in the morning. Is equal to Alvaro, the poor, is a terrible international terrorist disguised as a modest cover of a waiter university.

Really, dear, no jodamos ...

I do not think. I do not buy. Forgive me, but I do not buy it. Here are a trap. Because neither of these things are secret, and this photo seems so clever and dangerous, and I can not assume that global stability threatened because someone tells us that the meeting in the Azores was a manipulative Getae club, which is already known to more confused in the neighborhood. Or behind this simplicity manifests the "Wikileches" and the ensuing media spectacle that has mounted the sarabande pathetic journalism is something else (Conspiranoids the world to work), or is that really the world is as crappy as I have always believed ... Is that the lightness of being is a plague. Total.

Of course, noise have mounted. Mogollon.

Do not Stop the Music ... And dance cursed.