course, dammit. The Sabrino, the cat I had in my bachelor apartment and she died of feline leukemia.
- Damn, Sabrina. Wafers But what are you doing here?
- I have come to greet you as you deserve. Toma.
the Sabrina jumped up, disappeared into the cloudy area separating the tunnel White Sabrinas paradise and fell back with a pack of snuff between pezuñitas.
- Host, male. Thank you very much. What a joy to see and do everything. What happens is that I have no fire.
And darling to scratch, because Sabrino said
- Misifuz! Disappeared, and the lower limit, of which he returned with a lighter.
So I lit a cigarette. And you know how I felt? As a winner, as a figure like a mayor. So. So he should feel an elite athlete when sounded We are the champions.
- Damn, Sabrina. How good and how lovely all, and what joy to see you.
- What who expect?
- I do not know. For an angel to St. Peter, one of my dead ...
- What I'm not one of your dead, or what?
- All right, Sabrina. Forgive me, but that is all new ...
- I understand, Manolo. Quiet, I understand. At the end of the day, there where you come from animals do not speak. But let me tell you something, old friend, here it.
- No, if you see it, now. Joder, macho. Go bitch when your dead ...
- I know, man. And you did not have any animal again ... in the background, fills me with pride.
- Well, now I have a wife and child. But is not the same.
- And much. But that's because humans are more, rarer than a green dog.
- If I told you of putadas that led me here, Sabrina. Could you not believing them.
- Yes I created it, male, yes I believe them. And not only that I know them inside out.
- What do you think?
Sabrino's face changed completely: for he was smiling, began to show a straight face, more like a cat in the background. And a nimbus of discomfort covered my joy.
- not scare me, Sabrina. Y get me a question I have, which is starting to kill me. Tell me, what are the heavens? And guess so, because better than this ... so change question: am I dead? Well, yes, I see so, so i change: "I will go to Heaven, Sabrina? Please tell me yes. Intercede for your ex-love, porfa ...
Sabrino
waved very theatrical, like stopping. And he said, emphatically:
- Stop dismay! Brownish Stop! Not if it lasts a hundred years, Manolo, there is not!
- But do not you walk me through the branches and answer me.
- I'm sorry, Manolo. You have back to Earth.
I threw the cigarette. Suddenly, I began to know Ray.
- Damn, Sabrina. Go bitch. If you have not yet seen what is so good, but now ...
- Do not start with your lamentations, Manolo, and let me tell you. But first, I need you to understand something. Misifuz!
At that cry of war, freedom or God knows what happened to another little miracle: next to us in one of the walls of the tunnel, there appeared a screen as a computer but bigger. And she read: "Come and contravenires of good and bad luck."
- Misifuz! Said again Sabrino.
The display is changed to another, which had a very unusual pattern, with its squares, its things written within and arrows.
- What, surprised? He asked.
- Men, not so much now. Overall, it's a Power Point.
- but the screen changes to the cry of "Misifuz!"
- Yes, yes. Tell me, what's so important that you have to explain?
- For what you've read: the goings and contravenires of good and bad luck. In other words, the reasons for going so far ass.
- Man, that interests me and more.
- see, Manolo. First, you must be very clear about a concept: the fate does exist.
- Yeah, if I've already noticed.
- It's like flipping a coin: sometimes heads, and sometimes cross. Only sometimes there is what we call "inconvenient crowds in one way or the other."
- There already lost me, Sabrina.
- Gust. Sometimes, by chance (let me redundancy), and inevitably, take place very long series of good or bad luck. And sometimes, also by chance (permítemela again), these streaks are very long, almost boundless. That's what's happened to you now. You had a streak of bad very lucky lunk.
- And so Tocha, Sabrina. But I thought, is precisely why I had won the sky.
- I have two news for you, Manolo. Good and bad.
- First the bad.
- The bad news is that you've earned.
- Damn! I cried, you know, go bitch! What's good?
Sabrino jumped, landing on my shoulder, put his nose to my ear and got much the voice, with its snowy Bigotina rozándomela.
- Good, I've been looking at the computer where they come from the following moves.
- Do the following moves?
- Do not cry, that I did so estranjis! She whispered Chorra you have, do you have here ...
outlet - Thanks, Sabrina whispered. Thanks again.
- And that. To see how you tell it to understand. Here, luck, decided by a computer. And there is a gap between what we decide and what it takes to reach Earth. I mean, I already know how lucky you have during the next two months.
- Damn, Sabrina. And how is that lucky?
- I told you. This was the good news: you'll have a hell of luck.
Sabrino jumped again, this time back, and flipped backwards, falling where possible.
- Good, Sabrina.
- But you know nothing. Good or bad luck do nothing without the concert concerned. Come on, you can have bad luck and your actions make it good, or vice versa, that's what you're interested in you now.
- I mean, that despite all the shit ... I can
- That's not what you think. A bit of optimism, dammit!
- Optimism, Sabrina? Have you seen how I am?
- What? Mosque-is-How are you? Note: you have cornered the truffles, and that with the stars on you.
- What do you mean? I've done well?
- Well no: cojonudas. And all bad based host, proceed as a bastard, to be more psycho than he. That is the road.
- But then do not go to hell, right?
- What the hell. That's tall tales.
- and a cock, Sabrina. That before you come down to a cigarette lighter.
- No, man, no. That there is a store down here. Back to Earth, Manolo. Struggle. And recover them all, you know? Everything! Your wife, your son, your work. Give him his ass to the truffles, which often goes that bastard.
- Above cenutrio called me.
- Why? Why do not you catch the music Classical?
- that itself over the tag, because look at the reflection it occurred to me about the sonatas of Beethoven, that afternoon on the sofa I was referring to the day when Teresa and I cut.
- That was shit, Manolo. Allow me to say it. But that's not the issue. The bottom line is that this bastard now Truffles must be posing as you, with and Tere Manolín. Are you going to spoil? No! You have to win! You owe it to all their thirties with a wife and child in the world, and you owe it to you. For the petty bourgeoisie! In order! For the wimp that plague Valencia! To succeed, pussy Succeed!
- Okay. But first I wanted to ask one thing. No, well, two.
- to see where I leave ...
- First, let me know if he really was cool to Lupe.
- not granted. Sorry Manolo, I can not do those things. Think maybe even good for you, not knowing it.
- I mean, that was cool it.
- O yes or no. There you have it.
- Okay, okay, bastard, and I think by buying the Hills, with the wood that was hard ...
- And the cans, what? Only a week, on Sundays!
- was for your sake, Sabrina, through the gums.
- Gums ... go, do not get me and throw your second request.
- Vale. The second, if I can before I go up a moment and say goodbye to the Sabrinas.
- Upload a moment there. At best, I let you take another leap.
- Vale, Sabrina. A pleasure to see you, thank you very much.
- See you around here, when the palm. You'll see how well we had with all these singers Alps. Come on, hit the jump, that I turn to in that I have things to do. Goodbye, ex-master! Sabrino
was lost in the tunnel, which walked away and as a normal cat, wagging his tail and showing me the hole. I went to the other side of the tunnel to get a run, and ran a lot, I threw all my strength and climbed above the clouds, where all were already looking Sabrinas, topless, waving his arm in farewell:
- Goodbye, Manolo, goodbye! Your devotion touched us!
- Goodbye, girls, goodbye! "I shouted, waving both arms also Very good Erase / Rewind !
And I did not fall, because suddenly all made "plop" as when a bubble bursts, and was back there in my grave, dark and musty smell, kicking and screaming for someone to come get me out.
And then my grave will be opened and I knew he was no longer in paradise, purgatory, hell or the mother who gave birth to all three. Because it was too strong on me, in heaven, but not in the metaphysical, but of truth, dropping by parachute, three black, dressed in priest and machine guns.
In this, my cat Sabrino called him good luck.
Yes, I know: I had to have put cans every day.
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