- It is really, we go because then to call Greeks, for us to burn them with his Fire.
- Greeks without that similar to Achilles, don't hole anything.
- That is a big one crooked.
- Reason brother?!
- It hunted the virgin Briseida, it is with her there are more than thousand nights. They say that it is undecided, he wants her to stay virgin.
- Ah, is he after all of those?!
- But what hero, that warrior that is, what doesn't get to remove the virginity to a woman?
- Ours penetrate, they tear well, healthy very vaginal. Very offspring soldiers.
The uniforms of the law recuperated, they imposed several big bullets for the air. The reunion paid off, it relaxed, it dispersed.
It was a neighbourhood that lived in the nostalgic calm. Early in the morning, the mammies armed with brooms and they spit the previous garbage. The daily routine zodiacal marched morning. There were already garbage hills wakened up, that they banished in the deserts. There was not collects, he gave birth to mountain. With ingenuous roguery the children persevered, they achieved the mothers' skirts. They were lowered to the slippers, they remembered the easiness to sweep and they flickered blow with a broom in the infantile flanks. The children panted.
- Mammy, shit, am hungry!
- He/she leaves the garbage to finish. I will basket sweets, to sell some, later I buy you bread.
- Mammy, if you don't give me food, I wallow myself in the garbage can.
- It only tries, go, you will see the beating. I will knead you the bones.
Strange to the diatribes the sun admonished the soil, it singed the faces. A squadron OVI - identified flying objects - of fly-blowflies green and fresh they make recognition, they defend their interests. Objectives are plentiful, so many that fly undecided, not knowing where to graze on. In exhibition in the landings sweets swarmed, cookies, cigarettes, elastic tablets, soft drinks, smoking beer, to explode. Finally, a mercantile rosary. The mammies requested to the divine right a calm in the storm to facilitate the sales. Or else, it would happen storm home. I have enough him home-made nursery, the out of hours misunderstands because they don't give him food.
Some gaunt mammies of the generated estate anchored the tender bodies quietly in any charity institution. Such scanty money didn't reach the school expenses. The expensive books boycotted the glance of the letters. The ones that reign polished unsustainable literary agreement with the neo-customs officers. The happening tribute, primate, rewards safes occult, uncultured. With prices devoted, uneven, few if they took a risk in the adventure of the reading. Alleging that the exporters, of the Phoenician of the worst, were big crooked. That they travelled of very far, subjects to constants attacks of pirates. And that their goods lectureships didn't have warranties of the insurers, of readers. And more: that they didn't have fault in the derogatory ones notarial that the kingdom Jingola if it placed in the boundaries routines. The prices arose in a to scarp cliff. They copulate with seamanship:
- It is border-false, windward, always beside the homelike breeze.
Jingola diffused, they accepted pyramidal commissions. They associated to the Phoenician companies.
The children deceived the school. They joined the Orphan armies. It didn't lack labour force for the soldiery of those spoiled of the lands and of the houses that increased the armies of the before fighters, defenders of the kingdom of the FAMILY and now abandoned, exiled, expatriated.
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