Summers in the Torino were overwhelming in the eighties ... hot, plenty of watermelon, many doves singing but zero entertainment. Sometimes used to do experiments "Icarito explorer" but almost never found materials, sometimes invented clubs and made credentials as a partner but there was never that interested, was about eight years and I only hope that "come down a bit the sun "for the Chelita give me permission to go to my cousin Bel. Passing through my Chelita business and were authorized after my departure, taking as a "trusted" a couple of frogs, a Chubi and flavor.
in the bed the guys was always with some very short shorts Bel and I at his side and my goods under his arm we were about to see Robotech, Vicky the Robot, Alf and home theater, enjoying a juice that would leave us with red tongue and whiskers and if I was lucky stuffed loaves kneaded of Aunt Cecy date still has not let me lose weight.
When the guy came Nelo, drew a drink from the riguera to Dust and after that we could all jump on a ride in it ... I secretly kept thinking about the stories my nanny told me;
- " time ago there was a horse who walked all the babies of the Torino, He could take one, twenty, fifty and a hundred children could climb up, until one day one of them said
Blessed Virgin horse-pa 'long-and with that religious expression of amazement, the horse went up in smoke between a burst of dust and sulfur "
coy up to me with Mari Dust without telling her he had never fear that the story of his uncle Tito became real at that moment, I must admit I was terrified to" Mandinga.
Bel The Januarys where they were building houses on the tree, collecting eggs or preparing for the highly anticipated summer event ... the rodeo ... where we danced to the sound Youth Peumo but from my backyard by the proximity was like to have it in, we were too small to go to dance tonight ... from there we dreamed of having the seat that only Susan's older sister managed to Bel ... be queen of the rodeo.
I also remember that summer we were in the van of tata to Pichilemu, was a journey into the darkness of five o'clock with Tilas aunts, and CECIS Amalias started cooking eggs and filling thermoses, blankets and pillows rose , hauled everything to the van was a just world ... Bel did not sleep the night in toooooda emotion and he saw the sea first, won. The journey continued between curves, hills and mountains ... which at various times served as bathrooms and no more shame there in the first steps urinated casting, ha.
Me and my imagination ... and at that early age to believe that he feared we were thieves, as they were always at night ... We came to
Pichilemu the classic breakfast ... that was always wanting to vomit and sand ... mothers will be spent based regional cake and bread. The truth is that this journey only survived because we were piullentas God!
Bel Back came the red as a tomato, and the Valdes gave us the neighborhood committee in sand-filled Christmas and several shells, there was always the souvenirs bought where "Bad Boys" who brought him who had not had the opportunity to join the ride.
have now spent several years of that, I remember with much nostalgia these Januarys.
The approaching in January will be different, no less warm at least for me that I'm flattening the same streets ... but if for Maribel who enjoys his life as a wife in distant lands where there is no stock market helaito home but if a lot of snow around, or cotton balls on the tree because there will be many easter snowflakes around!, where No matter where we assume that these things even when they had traveled to Europe and had registradose in the past.
Over here things have not changed much my dear Madi ...
Tuty, a former rodeo queen, and came home and came up with a mother ... since I put one foot in the house, running around here beat whites, baking in a bain marie, kneading, sprinkles, mixing, baking By God, we've in the kitchen your sister ... whole Monica FRIEND'S impresses with his culinary art, moreover Nelo uncle maestrea everything your mother asks ... His most recent work is a piece of furniture for the washer and there is hammering to hammering, as is typical in, in the twinkling a rooster is the basket of my bike loaded with peaches, bananas and tomatoes ... ma cute
Your dear mother when I see it ... happy cycling as a partridge with his hair in the air, I conclude that the smile is due to have chatted with you and you've said you're happy ...
This year new house will Cespedes Ulloa lentils, yellow shorts medium and extra large, berries, cake thousand pages ... in fact five hundred sheets but equally delicious ... there will be a Cholo drinking wine, a Chola casting a gold ring on the glass of champagne but above all will be what most are excited ... a couple of suitcases to travel to visit.
Bel, your return will bring a new world on your shoulders and many experiences ... (Though in your facebook not betray any external photo ... just the football snow from the window of your apartment revealing that sales do not really ...!), cochinona Ah! earlier when enviadiaba that your child will watch more TV channels than mine ... Today I must say I envy your feet in europe ... which by the way, in honor of that we are a country of poets ... must be blue with cold ...
HAPPY NEW YEAR AND JESUS \u200b\u200b
MARIBEL
From where we are to make the first four hours for you in the new year ... we will be conducting our thoughts to you because we miss and we love ...
Blessings and affection for you in your new life ...
ein kuss ... ich liebe dich ...
Bel ... to all your years of life must be reduced by four hours ... cheater! Bel
when I started writing when I finished I laughed and cried ... Tqm
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