already are approaching the pleasant evenings in which to talk until the wee hours of the morning in the garden is a pleasure. I tell my Turkish Xoco. And I look ... and how many times, not if I look groaning or moaning for me and the excitement of spring.
- I love you always have been so sentimental.
- Xoco No, my sensitivity for the small things ... they cost nothing to me discovered the great literature: Cervantes, Cela, Carpentier, Delibes, Galdos, Baroja, Gabriel Miró, Blasco Ibáñez, and poets, especially poets: Fray Luis de León, Jorge Manrique, Lope de Vega, San Juan de la Cruz, Quevedo.
- I see that in poetry you stay in the classics, I love
- Well of the classic jump directly to Alberti.
- Well I love and I will have time to recite some of these guys you've mentioned.
- Xoco not be disrespectful, we're talking about people with talent and a lot of stem.
- I love going down to the beach, where you decide the fate of gladiators How do I save my ass?
- A little confused if I have left. What that has unleashed a wave of zoophilia and I have not heard?
- Veras, tells me the dog, I've heard is that everyone out there will have to save his ass to keep it so, and of course, understand my concern, I do not know as I have to save such a place of my anatomy.
- Xoco, you so do not worry. That if indeed this continues more than save your ass, we're going to have to put.
- love, do not quite understand, but I do not even explain it, better enjoy the night and change the conversation to talk about ass does not seem of much intellectual height.
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