For many different reasons, the books have been, in recent times, a bit 'away from my bedside table, my desk ... but strangely, someone is left in my bag. So last night I finished reading what he has endured more to traveling by train, the rain this holiday season, my carelessness and lack of respect in the meantime buy his other colleagues, placed near the bed on time.
write a step by the same author ...
One belonging to the home page and an end to those ...
in media is a journey ... and the trips, I think, not tell, but you live or at least imagine ...
"Well, my child. This book you must read it yourself, but before give it to you I want you to promise me two things.
"What you want, grandfather."
"This book will be an invitation for a great trip. Promise me you'll do that. "
" I promise. But where to go, grandfather? "
" Perhaps nowhere, but I assure you it's worth it. "
" And the second promise? "
" That one day you're going to Marthos.
"Marthos? Where Marthos? "
" Here, "he said slapping his chest with his hand ....
From the house came an old woman dressed in mourning strictly. Her silver hair tied back in a bun and looked at me with affectionate expression. Then, having cleared his voice, Don Angel said the most beautiful poem that I have offered my life, and I realized that I had finally come full circle because I was the starting point of the journey started by my grandfather.
Don Angel said, "Woman, bring me wine, a relative who arrived in America."
