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The wonder of giving a book

Last year I went to the presentation of ears, butterfly, Luisa Aguilar. In it, Mara told me that her friends told her big ears, so it was a good day with his mother and asked,
"" Mom, do you think I'm a big ears?
"No, daughter. You butterfly ears.
"But how are the ears of butterfly?
" Why are ears that hover over his head and painted ugly things. " Then I remembered

my mother, and I reminded myself. Was what in many movies and cartoons library known as mice. Chaparrita and thin, wore thick glasses brakes and huge, and it was very, very hairy, with a mustache included. In fact I still am but now I have access to certain methods. But my mother and my brothers took care of me the same lesson that Mara's mother, wore glasses because my eyes were so beautiful that I needed to bring them into showcases, and not to be hairy, I'm really a teddy Xitlally laptop.
So I did not think twice and decided to buy the book. I told this story to Luisa while asking him to sign for my mother. She wrote a beautiful dedication in which he thanked him for giving me a huge butterfly ears.

a couple of hours ago my mother phoned me. My mother organized art workshops in my hometown. Appeared that recently joined a child who can not walk and apparently is something stubborn. My mother showed him the book of Luisa.
After reading, the child looked up at my mother and said: "I can not walk. But maybe I can fly, right? "My mother said something because, surely, that big head is so big because it is full of great ideas.

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The man who came into my life four hours before planned

He came into my life twenty-four hours earlier than planned. It was stormy. So corny. "One of these days I will count your spots," he said, and did not contain my surprise when I discovered myself. For he who had less than a day to meet me, less than one night to kiss me as if I had been there forever. By him at that moment my life was going to take the show off the driver slammed the door and he came to visit me in our second anniversary. And with him there and there'd be. There is only possible and perhaps probable.
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I could have gone home, but decided to wait in their hotel. There is a man who cares a lot, which is arranged more than strictly necessary. He tells me stories I believe him and I just laughingly. I know that tomorrow will not be, but when he invents a "together" I like to believe. The next day, when I find myself away, do not know if surprised is an accurate word.
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"I really do not know anything about your life but for a month." I do not know if surprised is the word. I know I've dreamed about it. As I also know that sleep with anyone ... I know I expect a message or email, a call, that to have a drink I can not help remembering. Although I know a good dish is enough for me to make my mind travel to other places where he has no space. I do not know if surprised is an accurate word.
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agreed to meet in the city. But his neutral ground. I could not go. "That's why I like you, and bastard." One day later dismissed by telephone. I had to take a trip. There are loves that come and then escape. He says things that come to show no one had seen before.
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was night when I said I could write a novel with the week we spent together. But ours is of a nature so infrequently that I do not know if a story can be written into pieces.
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will never know when or if I'll have the opportunity to kiss him. I prefer it that way. No certainties. As a flight wrong wrong date. Like a kiss stolen from the window of a shop, or from the window of a taxi when it was believed that there would be more.

Rest in peace, Juan Hernández Luna.