How Do I Grade My Silver Dollars My Epicentre 1 / 10 (Questions, answers and a rat) by JPdmEntE

A moment of respite. Close your eyes and wonder if this is worth it, if anyone really cares.

know yes.

Like when you realize, years later, that figure why persistent: the owl smiling on a book of dark red covers.

Castelao through. Even your name is written under the winged figure.

I wonder how it will all end. I'll leave it to others who ask. CHTM LXC

nosabeloquedice speech. I do not know where he is. I only hear his voice.

- What is your best memory?

My best memory. Vayaporchuck, we started ... I like the question, but you know how I am. Sometimes silence member, and others so verbose that scared.

Before proceeding with this warning: I do not fit as soon as my modus operandi at this time.

& nbsp;

Let us be free. Let's try, anyway.

am unable to choose a single memory. It would be unfair to others. So I'll go for more space and time.

Many, many, many years, when my brother, my mother and I moved to the village on the outskirts of Barcelona where we would live with my second father ...

remember being in the new school during the last class on a Friday storm. I've always felt like a fish in water when there is storm. Am one of those weirdos that is placednaturally to an electricity. If you want to see me in full possession of my physical and mental empowered, I drogues: Make a rain dance and turn away. Or better, come and kiss me. Sparks.

I must have been seven or eight years (1985 / 1986), and by then was already a compulsive reader Mafaldas, Thursday, Comics Forum, bologna, and Agatha Christie. But that evening the teacher gave us a book to each student (with a high percentage of savages whose only discernible human trait was that, sometimes, eating, using cutlery and opened their mouths). The book was called "Children of Glazier, orange covers, as usual in El BarcoSteam. "The teacher said we should read everything in the next three months, to what the bunch of mindless answered" Three meseeeeees Haaaaaaaaalaaaaaaaaaa ...? "Todooooo estooooooo?"

over our heads, in theory, the roof.

But to me that I never cheated. Over my head, only the sky.

roaring And the sky that afternoon, bought the same color orange-blue-purple that dominated the covers of the book that I devoured, whole, before the end of the next hour.

The most important time of my life.

I came home drunk, his heart pounding, pale but smiling, at times, then no, or yes, maybe. Did you know? I not just a book , no, not, Why? it is not just a book, say things, things for children , carles , no, just think, underneath all that there is something else and what is it you are down there, Charles? do not know, the world, I think, as I believe in you, yes, that is, the whole world, the sorrows, joys, desires, the meanness and the horrors of human beings, does all that? if does all this in a bookcovered oranges? if does all this in an orange covered book especially recommended for children from 9 years? if fucking , do not say tacos, not say you do to me, and now let me, need to think, Jo ...
Si.

Jo.

That is a good memory.

Of

before.

And at the other end of space-time, very recently, I loved the glass. Orsaid, I loved the glass so let me see through it twice, once at the beginning, at the airport, explosion of the most beautiful and magical color gray surrounding the meantime, and the other near the end, you know, when I left the elevator at the Hostal Country 1 +1 +1 and saw you there, behind the door, just like that ...

Good memories.

Of those who remember to exhale the last breath of life.

I like to live it worthwhile.

Good question, indeed.

I hope I answered.

I think this goes for long.