a man behind, which left room, much beset by alcohol intake, a lot of field experience, outcast among his 15 brothers, has come to town to try to learn their customs, traditions, beliefs but nothing has been achieved, or a waltz of 15 was able to correct, that cheeky clothing, that while India does not leave much to be desired, uneducated old man, who cleans your body clean pers, a tradition for the mate faithful companion, a dog, a stick, the slippers, which accompanied him on his years of hiking, the jug of wine, radio chamame that far were these customs, getting up at 6 am Matear and listen to the news that far were those Sundays, where the first law was to make a good barbecue, take a jug of wine and catch a nap regia. Where was that of bringing the whole family, to build a dance hall in the middle of the yard in broad daylight.
This man, with a last breath of your life off, wanted to return to gestate the typical tradition of Argentina, but got nothing, just make fun of street boys, they said, make yourself a tall old tires, others told him to curta, and that was by becoming a cruel city, city of dreams that promised a pleasant life, with beautiful gardens, sun, love of people.
All this never happened, the old man crying in his chair, heartbroken, wanting understand life is so cruel, not even graced with a little gift of beauty, just leave the damn him slippers, and a fucking pair of shoes, a hat malevo, nothing, old trousers, a shirt and a leaky medium sewing breeches.
That sad old life is suffering, because they give a little happiness, a long table with all the family together, not much to ask. Many talk
lacks this man knows nothing of modern culture, I think cats can read and write, isolated and empty is there in his chair.
If you do not want to end up like this old, enjoy your family and meet new people and dance a waltz if ever, do not do it with the slipper, please, a little elegance from time to time. Written
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Legen Link Highlights: Fun with Mingo
