THE Mascaret
Mascareta
I liked. It looked like a small village with few houses had between them a gap that made them seem like they were watered and apart from the other village houses.
Before entering the Mascareta and left, ran into view with the intense green of the garden, that of the El Carmen. This garden was scented with orange and adorned with oranges. Next to her as if the sun had gone down to earth, was the era! color cover wheat honey and cinnamon. On the right, another garden, that of Quinito, planted of rich vegetables and with her like a sentinel, a basin with a pedestal and on it, a steady stream of water, where they drank the bulls, coming down the sidewalk, wrapped in a cloud of dust came in through the top the Mascareta to the Maestranza. Children
we liked to play on the pylon, beating it with his hands until you feel the clothes wet. The pylon was whitewashed and the bottom was covered with a carpet of greenish slippery so green! ", With bubbly white and transparent, that I liked to squeeze with your fingers. The Mascareta
was a road where nature beauty spilled. On one side of the road, a topsail deep through which flowed the OMW store olives and covered with reeds and brambles. Across a fertile ground calving results. As a child I saw these huge crops: artichoke, cauliflower, cabbage, broccoli and purple leaf falls as suffering ...
the end of the road was the village and in front of the Hacienda Santa Ana, City Hall today, was another source sound to cascade. His playful and noisy water was reflected in the history books. In the beautiful fountain, quench the thirst of travelers, and girls, summer evenings, clean and clear, with the vases in his hands, going to the source water and we sat on the bank of the surrounding bricks . We laughed, played, told stories and, sometimes, the laughter turned into tears, because we started the vase. Leaving the Mascareta
for the top, they were side by side on a sidewalk a very fertile land, but a little misshapen, with ups and downs and plains. On the right an olive grove, White House farm, the Glens Morales, the family and matos Zaudín orchard. On the left, other farms, Cojillo, Cañada Cartuja, high strain. The Glens were caressed by crystal clear waters of a stream. In the center of this nature so generous, as if the earth were pregnant, stood a mound ocher. In his heart were the caves inhabited by people humble, among them two women, one named Ramona and the other Carmen, but called it "the Cat." I remember them as legendary characters.
Very often drunk, begging and sometimes, when they were face to face, had a brawl. These two women had much in common, the two had a bundle dirty and faded. Ramona had been thrown in the back with the weight of atadijo and drunkenness, was walking in a way that putting woes in the throat, seemed to fall forward.
Carmen, "the Cat" had the bundle in his arm. His walk was like the swagger of a heavy plant, the kind that grow in the bend of a road and is rocked by the winds.
A STRONG GLORIA
was like a big girl,
a character in his stories and poems
everyday.
Gordita, face a zero
was all sky,
as the "O" was all heart
and had bangs like children.
His constant
passive as before
of pacifist ideas and clear
in the story says.
Gloria is with all of the library, books,
In hearts, children,
Maria Sarmiento,
the snow man, Mr. Gui, gui,
with Dorotea on the roof with Grandma
fairy Panda
tag,
with the siren in school and the child
Somali. Gloria
has left us strewn with their perfume,
of which dreams are made larger. A few drops of green
hope others simplicity sky blue
and others, red feelings. Subscribe
Mascareta
I liked. It looked like a small village with few houses had between them a gap that made them seem like they were watered and apart from the other village houses.
Before entering the Mascareta and left, ran into view with the intense green of the garden, that of the El Carmen. This garden was scented with orange and adorned with oranges. Next to her as if the sun had gone down to earth, was the era! color cover wheat honey and cinnamon. On the right, another garden, that of Quinito, planted of rich vegetables and with her like a sentinel, a basin with a pedestal and on it, a steady stream of water, where they drank the bulls, coming down the sidewalk, wrapped in a cloud of dust came in through the top the Mascareta to the Maestranza. Children
we liked to play on the pylon, beating it with his hands until you feel the clothes wet. The pylon was whitewashed and the bottom was covered with a carpet of greenish slippery so green! ", With bubbly white and transparent, that I liked to squeeze with your fingers. The Mascareta
was a road where nature beauty spilled. On one side of the road, a topsail deep through which flowed the OMW store olives and covered with reeds and brambles. Across a fertile ground calving results. As a child I saw these huge crops: artichoke, cauliflower, cabbage, broccoli and purple leaf falls as suffering ...
the end of the road was the village and in front of the Hacienda Santa Ana, City Hall today, was another source sound to cascade. His playful and noisy water was reflected in the history books. In the beautiful fountain, quench the thirst of travelers, and girls, summer evenings, clean and clear, with the vases in his hands, going to the source water and we sat on the bank of the surrounding bricks . We laughed, played, told stories and, sometimes, the laughter turned into tears, because we started the vase. Leaving the Mascareta
for the top, they were side by side on a sidewalk a very fertile land, but a little misshapen, with ups and downs and plains. On the right an olive grove, White House farm, the Glens Morales, the family and matos Zaudín orchard. On the left, other farms, Cojillo, Cañada Cartuja, high strain. The Glens were caressed by crystal clear waters of a stream. In the center of this nature so generous, as if the earth were pregnant, stood a mound ocher. In his heart were the caves inhabited by people humble, among them two women, one named Ramona and the other Carmen, but called it "the Cat." I remember them as legendary characters.
Very often drunk, begging and sometimes, when they were face to face, had a brawl. These two women had much in common, the two had a bundle dirty and faded. Ramona had been thrown in the back with the weight of atadijo and drunkenness, was walking in a way that putting woes in the throat, seemed to fall forward.
Carmen, "the Cat" had the bundle in his arm. His walk was like the swagger of a heavy plant, the kind that grow in the bend of a road and is rocked by the winds.
A STRONG GLORIA
was like a big girl,
a character in his stories and poems
everyday.
Gordita, face a zero
was all sky,
as the "O" was all heart
and had bangs like children.
His constant
passive as before
of pacifist ideas and clear
in the story says.
Gloria is with all of the library, books,
In hearts, children,
Maria Sarmiento,
the snow man, Mr. Gui, gui,
with Dorotea on the roof with Grandma
fairy Panda
tag,
with the siren in school and the child
Somali. Gloria
has left us strewn with their perfume,
of which dreams are made larger. A few drops of green
hope others simplicity sky blue
and others, red feelings. Subscribe
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