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about ten days ago my grandmother would have been another year of life. She was in my early life and, by the time he was crying and shitting diapers, we had a very deep bond. In fact, I slept in her lap and left to mourn when I was carrying in his arms.

For a long time, only we were on holidays and weekends when he and my mom went to Frutillar Osorno. Time was passing and travel well. However, suddenly I did not really want to go and always looking for any excuse not to have to start driving to my grandparents' house.

She, meanwhile also traveled recently to our house, but each time he did gave me a bold, though not my preference, I ate them happy. One day, I do not know when, the yayi left to give us bold, and from that moment, I stopped eating.

I think a week ago, I was eager to eat a bold. Time passed and now, finally, I bought one. To prove it, I remembered my grandmother giving me not just this cookie, but also toy trains and other sweets.

My grandmother, among other things, gave me the best of their kuchenes especially when the day was to end and South Café customers had left only a couple of servings grandchildren onlookers. However, its most important this was allowing me to accompany her during her last hours of life.

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Finally, I decided to create a section called "anecdotes." The idea is to portray various situations of reality, but like recounted anecdotes or stories. Then the first one.

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There once was a louse who was raised half die by jumping. From one day to another, began to forget about their classmates lice. Gradually, he distanced himself from his native Piojera and forgot about her loves crabs. He did not have many problems doing that, however, for this blood-sucking was not all red, because despite not belonging to the oligarchy louse was hiding his ignorance on the issues cuicos, lack of coins and making strange accent the friendly with everyone. In this way, was settling into the best minds in the city. Certainly, at first was not easy, since he had to leave behind their usual compipas and began dating other lice whiter, fairer, taller and more money.

Suddenly, this louse enlarged the house definitely changed the truck and left his friends nit. Did not see more and, hopefully, they remained in the memories, because until they took the salute. Parties with thin blood and sweat of sour head three time lucas resented his pocket, but not undermine their intentions to enter the elite.

His new friends, but rich and almost famous, were a troop of ruddy sons dad stray louse. In other words, these guys fit the archetype of the parasite landed heir came to floor that preserves the appearance hidden inside a house that falls to pieces and that little or nothing to eat, it steals like a rat in social gatherings attended by the broken pilchas because, fortunately, so is fashion and not feel the poverty.

But not only knew of sangreteras faces to fall in grace, as well as relations between absurd that swarmed with lice cuicas low cost - for the world-lent their anatomy to the tasty year copulation. However, being with them, earned the recognition of their ability to conquer, as a mandrel with its low-budget tricks and ontology childish and humiliating the opponent unadjusted for companionship pelolais these hot soup to go around doing cartwheels.

Later came the ultra cuicos action sports. First, the sky hairboard and sparkling seasons in the head washing, the same way, kayak sink. In that sense, many were the efforts made over the years to fit in a context foreign to him and, worse still, still struggling to fit in and is forced laughter to be liked. Besides that, is just jumping to reach higher. However, even wants to be a flea, it remains a poor and dreary louse risen.

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THREE RARE BIRD

Hidden under the sad shadow of an old tree was a sparrow lost.

for years was killed by falling leaves fall,

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and Mr protect their wives or lovers when the gray winter sky was falling in parts.

Every spring wonderful love playing with the blooming of the cherry

and copuchar corner loft with new popcorn.

never had a house, but always a corner where their perpetual reminder not forgotten yet.

There enjoyed listening to the thrushes

that widows sang sad.

tired in the evening returned to his cherry ...

with other sparrows was free to talk about the craft of fly ...

bored one day life wanted to find another cherry

and only flying feathers in the wind,

toured fields, seas and deserts are always looking for the unknown.