... The City and the Dogs , novel capital of Peruvian literature. I have read repeatedly in 1985 -viewing following the namesake film Lombadi-1988, 1999, 2003 and 2007, and the pleasure is still the same. I have three copies of the book in a different year and publisher. He kept it Peisa edition underlined and full of notes. More than the story itself, what surprises me is the technical work which the author juxtaposes the times and different points of view. A surprising maturity for a young fiction writer, age unlikely to devise a novel of such a complex structure. City ... Mario is for what Citizen Kane is for Orson Welles. Both at twenty-six made his debut and ultimately his masterpiece. Both put the fence too high at the beginning of his career. ... the phrase Zavalita, at what point the Peru fucked. Years ago when I was single and had my good friend Sergio Cabrera and room-mate, we developed between both a ranking of the best phrases, or the luckiest, of Peruvian literature. Zavalita won ... , but Women are like tops, machines or pods Jose Diez Canseco fight him and placed in a creditable second place. For many, even for the same Vargas Llosa, Conversation in the Cathedral is his best novel achieved. At least that is the most voluminous. My personal ranking vargallosianas novels are: 1) The City and the Dogs 2) Conversation in the Cathedral 3) The End of the World War 4) Aunt Julia and the Scriptwriter 5) Pantaleon and Visiting . Here Conversation ... was second.
... be the best Peruvian writer. When in 2007 I presented at the Cultural Center of Lima Spain my book of stories Among Alacranes, mentioned that Vargas Llosa, César Vallejo, and Ricardo Palma were the main writers who have given birth in Peru. I think that the comment did not like some of these mentioned that they expected other writers 'damn' and less popular or conventional. I can seem iconoclastic in many ways but in art I admire and greatly respect the classics. Vargas Llosa takes the blame from a very young man became classic. Not necessarily have to die to ascend to Parnassus.
... be the best Peruvian writer. When in 2007 I presented at the Cultural Center of Lima Spain my book of stories Among Alacranes, mentioned that Vargas Llosa, César Vallejo, and Ricardo Palma were the main writers who have given birth in Peru. I think that the comment did not like some of these mentioned that they expected other writers 'damn' and less popular or conventional. I can seem iconoclastic in many ways but in art I admire and greatly respect the classics. Vargas Llosa takes the blame from a very young man became classic. Not necessarily have to die to ascend to Parnassus.
... victory vindicates his "Latin American Boom, 'and in some way to Cortázar, Sabato , Benedetti, Puig, Fuentes, Donoso, Ribeyro, Arguedas and more. It also equipped with Gabo, the other main pillar of the "boom!", Who ended his friendship with his fist and shook their way socialist ideas and became a liberal. Mario should be the only Nobel laureate has gomeado to another and another Nobel could gomear called Gunther Grass.
... that his literary reputation remained intact despite the mid-eighties and throughout the nineties was a handful of novels that do not say they're poor but they are not up to the first stage . The Notebooks of Don Rigoberto for example is a bad novel. Egon Schiele, as the leitmotiv of the play, deserved more. As argued by the sharp Marco Aurelio Denegri, Vargas Llosa is a writer anything but erotic. Simply "literary arrechura" do not get it. Heading apart is his dutiful Mischief La Nina Mala , perhaps his novel rounder in recent years. An excellent portrait of different ages (although makes nonsense to confuse with Willy Barbadillo 'Patrol' Barbadillo and anticipate several years of Perestroika) at the same time a touching love story.
... that many of his novels have been brought to the big screen. It recognized that with little luck. Puppies Mexican Jorge Fons may be the best achieved. I have not had the opportunity to see first Pantaleon led by Vargas Llosa and shot himself in the Dominican Republic. In Peru, at the time of the military, he banned its release that was recently advanced the eighties. I remember seeing the trailer at the Cinema Trujillo Peru and when I told my dad to go see her, I said no. Age Suitable for 18 years and I was a kid of ten. The City and the Dogs was a box office success, but not as much as the second Pantaleon is to date the highest-grossing domestic film. But make no mistake. The film is lost between the calaterío and mediocrity. More bizarre is the gringa Tune in Tomorrow based on Aunt Julia, a fledgling Keanu Reeves and Barbara Hershey. Saves only the interpretation of Peter Falk as "Peter Carmichael ', painted to make' Pedro Camacho ', one of the most lovable of the universe vargallosiano. La Fiesta del Chivo Llosa your relative is not so bad, what happens is that the novel does not offer much (and makes me unhappy hateful Urania). Strawberry and Chocolate Cuban is a movie that uses Conversation in the Cathedral, the same issue that I have in my library Seix-Barral-to Vladimir Cruz Javier interested in Perugorria. Are proud that the books Vargas Llosa included in the index of the Castro regime.
... have been born on March 22, 1936, the same year as my father, who was born on 18 February. A completely personal and subjective motive of the writer of these words, but if I owe someone something that I really am is my father, a luminary. A guy with enough intelligence to do that I'm interested by the letters. When I see Vargas Llosa inevitably think of my old one, without the deserved laurels of letters but with sufficient clarity and learn to follow me. I regret that Vargas Llosa had a troubled relationship with his father. After reading the chronicles My son, the Ethiopian , confirmed that he is also a wonderful father.
... they deserved and justified after Mario has received honors in all media, I just heard that puberty cultivated healthy habit to continue the stories or the novels that had been hit. That exempts some blame me when Among Alacranes I decided to make a post-postscript to The City and the Dogs . Without any fear of judicial retaliation, I take the liberty to publish the story in my blog.
... that his literary reputation remained intact despite the mid-eighties and throughout the nineties was a handful of novels that do not say they're poor but they are not up to the first stage . The Notebooks of Don Rigoberto for example is a bad novel. Egon Schiele, as the leitmotiv of the play, deserved more. As argued by the sharp Marco Aurelio Denegri, Vargas Llosa is a writer anything but erotic. Simply "literary arrechura" do not get it. Heading apart is his dutiful Mischief La Nina Mala , perhaps his novel rounder in recent years. An excellent portrait of different ages (although makes nonsense to confuse with Willy Barbadillo 'Patrol' Barbadillo and anticipate several years of Perestroika) at the same time a touching love story.
... that many of his novels have been brought to the big screen. It recognized that with little luck. Puppies Mexican Jorge Fons may be the best achieved. I have not had the opportunity to see first Pantaleon led by Vargas Llosa and shot himself in the Dominican Republic. In Peru, at the time of the military, he banned its release that was recently advanced the eighties. I remember seeing the trailer at the Cinema Trujillo Peru and when I told my dad to go see her, I said no. Age Suitable for 18 years and I was a kid of ten. The City and the Dogs was a box office success, but not as much as the second Pantaleon is to date the highest-grossing domestic film. But make no mistake. The film is lost between the calaterío and mediocrity. More bizarre is the gringa Tune in Tomorrow based on Aunt Julia, a fledgling Keanu Reeves and Barbara Hershey. Saves only the interpretation of Peter Falk as "Peter Carmichael ', painted to make' Pedro Camacho ', one of the most lovable of the universe vargallosiano. La Fiesta del Chivo Llosa your relative is not so bad, what happens is that the novel does not offer much (and makes me unhappy hateful Urania). Strawberry and Chocolate Cuban is a movie that uses Conversation in the Cathedral, the same issue that I have in my library Seix-Barral-to Vladimir Cruz Javier interested in Perugorria. Are proud that the books Vargas Llosa included in the index of the Castro regime.
... have been born on March 22, 1936, the same year as my father, who was born on 18 February. A completely personal and subjective motive of the writer of these words, but if I owe someone something that I really am is my father, a luminary. A guy with enough intelligence to do that I'm interested by the letters. When I see Vargas Llosa inevitably think of my old one, without the deserved laurels of letters but with sufficient clarity and learn to follow me. I regret that Vargas Llosa had a troubled relationship with his father. After reading the chronicles My son, the Ethiopian , confirmed that he is also a wonderful father.
... they deserved and justified after Mario has received honors in all media, I just heard that puberty cultivated healthy habit to continue the stories or the novels that had been hit. That exempts some blame me when Among Alacranes I decided to make a post-postscript to The City and the Dogs . Without any fear of judicial retaliation, I take the liberty to publish the story in my blog.
The dog 
- Four! Exclaimed former cadet.
passport-size photographs of their children, three little women and a man emerge from his wallet worn and are placed at the counter of the corner bodega. The tables look crowded Saturday's beer drinkers, some attentive, others less so, the story of the game from the Telmo Carbajo Sport Boys where two-nil defeat to Atletico Chalaco. Former cadet
remains sober with a bottle of medium-Cola Bidú taking, clarifying the friend who lives in Venezuela and not visible from the bank management courses, which her son the child is his pride and that if at that time was at home, it was because him wearing military uniform had overcome with emotion and did not want his family to see him tearing up. It's April and a thin sweater over his shoulders hit the streets. The thick cloud cover makes it look like the six and not three in the afternoon. Winter is ahead in Magdalena del Mar.
what he thinks time is left to appease by age and married life? The cry always considered a weakness, an action for female, but male ever! He was vigilant. As a boy never knew what was mourn. Even when after years of wandering from one side to another, knocked on the door of his house and was taken with the unpleasant surprise that it was not his and that his mother had been dead for months. It was a blow, but consoled himself with the rapid idea that God and the miraculous Santa Rosa de Lima had been merciful to put an end to their miserable existence. No matter whether the vector is tear of happiness, as suddenly seized him to see his wife, with centimeter coiled around his neck and a mouth full of needles, by fitting your child's uniform. Men do not cry and your kid is going to know about him. Know that and other lessons.
after the match, the former cadet, his face hardened by the dismal results of his team, the "lion's port", returns home. A hint of a smile escapes her when she sees her offspring proudly walking around the room, with white trousers and navy blue jacket shiny gold buttons, military college.
"You're a man. You can smoke, "he exclaims with the arrogance of their best times and shows you how to smuggle a pack of cigarettes Ducale, the flagship brand of Tabacalera Nacional, submitted as the lining of the white cristina, before putting it on the head.
How sad it would have been not able to beget sons. The heir of his name was born at the fourth attempt and exited his spitting image, although his age had more height and texture was not as scrawny. Straw had taken the tone of their blond hair and icy blue eyes ferocity of their best weapon to scare anyone before plaiting in a fight. Sure their hoodlum, skinny Higueras, shares from above his pride at seeing his godson cadet dress, as was always his dotage, the Sunday rally took him to the park or see the circus trapeze in Fiestas Patrias. Unfortunately, the weak could never restrain his criminal instinct. Laburar tried barber, teamster, emolientero, but there was no case. It would have been more glorious for him to drop shot by the police to storm the Chinese bakery Tilou and not a victim of gangrene after a brawl in the prison, his leg was infected with the tip of a verduguillo steeped in excrement. So eight years ago and ritual for the whole family on the day of the dead accompanied his father to take a good shot of pisco in front of his tomb in the Baquijano.
- Four! Exclaimed former cadet.
passport-size photographs of their children, three little women and a man emerge from his wallet worn and are placed at the counter of the corner bodega. The tables look crowded Saturday's beer drinkers, some attentive, others less so, the story of the game from the Telmo Carbajo Sport Boys where two-nil defeat to Atletico Chalaco. Former cadet
remains sober with a bottle of medium-Cola Bidú taking, clarifying the friend who lives in Venezuela and not visible from the bank management courses, which her son the child is his pride and that if at that time was at home, it was because him wearing military uniform had overcome with emotion and did not want his family to see him tearing up. It's April and a thin sweater over his shoulders hit the streets. The thick cloud cover makes it look like the six and not three in the afternoon. Winter is ahead in Magdalena del Mar.
what he thinks time is left to appease by age and married life? The cry always considered a weakness, an action for female, but male ever! He was vigilant. As a boy never knew what was mourn. Even when after years of wandering from one side to another, knocked on the door of his house and was taken with the unpleasant surprise that it was not his and that his mother had been dead for months. It was a blow, but consoled himself with the rapid idea that God and the miraculous Santa Rosa de Lima had been merciful to put an end to their miserable existence. No matter whether the vector is tear of happiness, as suddenly seized him to see his wife, with centimeter coiled around his neck and a mouth full of needles, by fitting your child's uniform. Men do not cry and your kid is going to know about him. Know that and other lessons.
after the match, the former cadet, his face hardened by the dismal results of his team, the "lion's port", returns home. A hint of a smile escapes her when she sees her offspring proudly walking around the room, with white trousers and navy blue jacket shiny gold buttons, military college.
"You're a man. You can smoke, "he exclaims with the arrogance of their best times and shows you how to smuggle a pack of cigarettes Ducale, the flagship brand of Tabacalera Nacional, submitted as the lining of the white cristina, before putting it on the head.
How sad it would have been not able to beget sons. The heir of his name was born at the fourth attempt and exited his spitting image, although his age had more height and texture was not as scrawny. Straw had taken the tone of their blond hair and icy blue eyes ferocity of their best weapon to scare anyone before plaiting in a fight. Sure their hoodlum, skinny Higueras, shares from above his pride at seeing his godson cadet dress, as was always his dotage, the Sunday rally took him to the park or see the circus trapeze in Fiestas Patrias. Unfortunately, the weak could never restrain his criminal instinct. Laburar tried barber, teamster, emolientero, but there was no case. It would have been more glorious for him to drop shot by the police to storm the Chinese bakery Tilou and not a victim of gangrene after a brawl in the prison, his leg was infected with the tip of a verduguillo steeped in excrement. So eight years ago and ritual for the whole family on the day of the dead accompanied his father to take a good shot of pisco in front of his tomb in the Baquijano.
Sunrise Saturday. It has been two months of income for your puppy to military school. At seven in the morning, take a frugal breakfast. At eight o'clock, with Simoniz body polishes his old Taunus, hired as a taxi on weekdays to poach one more entry in a home with so many mouths to feed. At nine, goes to the wife and three daughters in the car, leaving at home his wife's aunt who calls him ungrateful for refusing to draw a walk. "Old Shit!" And to think that loaded seeing her because she believed so sickly ochenio not survive the Odria. It had been two decades since he was married to Teresa and blindness caused Mrs. meets to perfection her role as mother, martyrdom that God put in his way for being so skull in his youth.
With family squeezed into the car, calculates the time and route. First, it must be diverted from the expressway, go up the bridge and Meza Bausate to victory and let his daughter Juliana in sewing classes. Second, it will fly to Arequipa Avenue and leave Valeria, her eldest daughters in American TV, where her friends wait with a pass to the semifinals of Springboard to Fame. Finally, reach the whereabouts of the Beehive, next to the Plaza San Martin, and await the arrival of Leoncio Prado school bus from La Punta.
Twenty minutes to ten, the vehicle is in the midst of congestion due to a march association with burning tires. "Metanla SUTEP those fucking bullet!" Exclaims wildly Hillman driver that is on your side and physical which reminds him of a classmate, the black Vallano, who one night back to school on the bus, made cagaran everyone laugh by telling that the poet had paid for the Golden Feet that run the straw. Wow that was weird the Poet. Middle pervert the bitch. Hence his imagination stories Cranes gilts met pichula swell. Outs from school, not seen again until he pointed to the new agency San Isidro after fifteen years of work at Banco Popular. There he had to attend to Mr. Alberto Fernandez, was shocked by its elegance. Easy everything he had covered his salary as a semester. But true worth, the poet life was good people and wealth had not gone to his head. He himself broke the ice of formality to joke with the ability to change back to the uniform to recover Arica and Tarapaca. It was the time when Velasco wanted to wage war against Chile and the way to cure the country of its greatest national trauma. Then come back to him on several occasions by his office found near his fields, always with a friendly and avoiding talking about the military college where there are no class differences and the higher is the strongest glue. Never talked about the death of Slave. Better. "What would please the engineer to remember that I took the shit snitch." The poet also was out whoring like his father. By winning his construction company bidding for a state work, invited him for drinks and hanging out with some Argentine vedettes were feeling in a cafe-theater of Miraflores, but he politely declined the invitation. The once brave cadet had left break for the love of his wife, while he had not cheated even once. "If you do not go out partying, I guess you either hold on to blows," I got in my face the Poet, something pissed off for having rejected his offer and achuntó on target. With maturity you learn to control his demons. The last time they fought was a fruit vendor market Bobcat disrespected his wife, regardless of who was pregnant with the second of his daughters. He went face-to-end rollidazos, being able to kill a cop if he did not and had enmarrocado to the police station where spent the night between queers and petty pickpockets. Why the poet insisted on asking for Teresa? Whether interest accrued after seeing a photograph of his wife in his office, made him think that perhaps ever met, but ... that possibility was so incongruous and ridiculous that ever confronted any of them. While Lima a few years ago was little social prejudices were also stronger.
Domestic life had calmed the beast and not just the poet but also Urioste, the only cadet of the section you have seen in many years, had reproached.
With the day he met Urioste enrolling your child at school. Surprised that he had no look of people and had become, as most believed, seasoned criminal, he said he was the only section that had been decided by the military. Graduated with honors from the School of Chorrillos, was seconded to Juliaca, where he met Gamboa, the lieutenant that he had under his command when cadets. "He was promoted to the more after his body was found floating in the Titicaca told," should not investigate those officers who smuggled liquor and televisions for the Bolivian border. " Shocked by the news, former cadet paid no attention to Urioste end of story: his return to Lima, the ascension to the rank of captain and assignment to Leoncio Prado being in charge of the cadets of the third year, meaning that his son would be under his command.
- Damn!, If you leave half of fucking you, I ask my move to Chicago.
it did not warn the ex-partner but his son was just like to fester as he actually put the Leoncio Prado turns. How many times when I got home, his wife was waiting with a new offense committed by their child in parochial school. The boy, like any bully, he was the bravest with his fists and had bruised a lot, even to students in higher grades. It was also sent with the girls more who were appealing their rudeness and equated with Steve McQueen. Just because his wife worked as a secretary of the nuns had not expelled for being spoiled with the teachers. All these complaints, far from deserving a remedy, inflamed the heart of the father, reunited with his wild spirit and was happy to get over it, because he was always shy around girls. In these weeks of shit how many have committed faculty. What have smoked. With whom will have grasped the hard way. Many will be stuck drinking. Insurance will have become adept at handling the pick and there will be many closets ransacked others ... Best would tell your child to stop, the hand. Lest that Urioste will return with a recommendation as to placement in the correctional Maranga.
The bus arrives and block in one corner of the square. Its doors open wide and almost martial tread, down the cadets, proud of the uniform worn.
With family squeezed into the car, calculates the time and route. First, it must be diverted from the expressway, go up the bridge and Meza Bausate to victory and let his daughter Juliana in sewing classes. Second, it will fly to Arequipa Avenue and leave Valeria, her eldest daughters in American TV, where her friends wait with a pass to the semifinals of Springboard to Fame. Finally, reach the whereabouts of the Beehive, next to the Plaza San Martin, and await the arrival of Leoncio Prado school bus from La Punta.
Twenty minutes to ten, the vehicle is in the midst of congestion due to a march association with burning tires. "Metanla SUTEP those fucking bullet!" Exclaims wildly Hillman driver that is on your side and physical which reminds him of a classmate, the black Vallano, who one night back to school on the bus, made cagaran everyone laugh by telling that the poet had paid for the Golden Feet that run the straw. Wow that was weird the Poet. Middle pervert the bitch. Hence his imagination stories Cranes gilts met pichula swell. Outs from school, not seen again until he pointed to the new agency San Isidro after fifteen years of work at Banco Popular. There he had to attend to Mr. Alberto Fernandez, was shocked by its elegance. Easy everything he had covered his salary as a semester. But true worth, the poet life was good people and wealth had not gone to his head. He himself broke the ice of formality to joke with the ability to change back to the uniform to recover Arica and Tarapaca. It was the time when Velasco wanted to wage war against Chile and the way to cure the country of its greatest national trauma. Then come back to him on several occasions by his office found near his fields, always with a friendly and avoiding talking about the military college where there are no class differences and the higher is the strongest glue. Never talked about the death of Slave. Better. "What would please the engineer to remember that I took the shit snitch." The poet also was out whoring like his father. By winning his construction company bidding for a state work, invited him for drinks and hanging out with some Argentine vedettes were feeling in a cafe-theater of Miraflores, but he politely declined the invitation. The once brave cadet had left break for the love of his wife, while he had not cheated even once. "If you do not go out partying, I guess you either hold on to blows," I got in my face the Poet, something pissed off for having rejected his offer and achuntó on target. With maturity you learn to control his demons. The last time they fought was a fruit vendor market Bobcat disrespected his wife, regardless of who was pregnant with the second of his daughters. He went face-to-end rollidazos, being able to kill a cop if he did not and had enmarrocado to the police station where spent the night between queers and petty pickpockets. Why the poet insisted on asking for Teresa? Whether interest accrued after seeing a photograph of his wife in his office, made him think that perhaps ever met, but ... that possibility was so incongruous and ridiculous that ever confronted any of them. While Lima a few years ago was little social prejudices were also stronger.
Domestic life had calmed the beast and not just the poet but also Urioste, the only cadet of the section you have seen in many years, had reproached.
With the day he met Urioste enrolling your child at school. Surprised that he had no look of people and had become, as most believed, seasoned criminal, he said he was the only section that had been decided by the military. Graduated with honors from the School of Chorrillos, was seconded to Juliaca, where he met Gamboa, the lieutenant that he had under his command when cadets. "He was promoted to the more after his body was found floating in the Titicaca told," should not investigate those officers who smuggled liquor and televisions for the Bolivian border. " Shocked by the news, former cadet paid no attention to Urioste end of story: his return to Lima, the ascension to the rank of captain and assignment to Leoncio Prado being in charge of the cadets of the third year, meaning that his son would be under his command.
- Damn!, If you leave half of fucking you, I ask my move to Chicago.
it did not warn the ex-partner but his son was just like to fester as he actually put the Leoncio Prado turns. How many times when I got home, his wife was waiting with a new offense committed by their child in parochial school. The boy, like any bully, he was the bravest with his fists and had bruised a lot, even to students in higher grades. It was also sent with the girls more who were appealing their rudeness and equated with Steve McQueen. Just because his wife worked as a secretary of the nuns had not expelled for being spoiled with the teachers. All these complaints, far from deserving a remedy, inflamed the heart of the father, reunited with his wild spirit and was happy to get over it, because he was always shy around girls. In these weeks of shit how many have committed faculty. What have smoked. With whom will have grasped the hard way. Many will be stuck drinking. Insurance will have become adept at handling the pick and there will be many closets ransacked others ... Best would tell your child to stop, the hand. Lest that Urioste will return with a recommendation as to placement in the correctional Maranga.
The bus arrives and block in one corner of the square. Its doors open wide and almost martial tread, down the cadets, proud of the uniform worn.
"Look at them, Teresa, were children coming in, now men in the back.
Only the boy off the bus at the end, has another face. Outside the black eyes and nose, deviated septum, you can still recognize the portrait of his father. Tearful, leave the bag on the floor and runs into the arms of her overprotective mother. Chilla not want to return to military school. The show is embarrassing and causes silent mockery of the other cadets. The father gets confused as you can to the family in the car and set off at full speed.
already on the way the unbearable plaintive voice of his son, put him in the case of what has been his torture at the hands of students in fourth and fifth year. On the night of "christening" snatched all their belongings, including Juliana chompita so nice that he had woven. Taken from the feet, stuffed headfirst into a toilet full of diarrhea because someone was loose stomach. "Lame dog licks!" He ordered after hit in the chest and back. "You're a dog, not a humans, and dogs do not talk, bark and eat shit! "
Only the boy off the bus at the end, has another face. Outside the black eyes and nose, deviated septum, you can still recognize the portrait of his father. Tearful, leave the bag on the floor and runs into the arms of her overprotective mother. Chilla not want to return to military school. The show is embarrassing and causes silent mockery of the other cadets. The father gets confused as you can to the family in the car and set off at full speed.
already on the way the unbearable plaintive voice of his son, put him in the case of what has been his torture at the hands of students in fourth and fifth year. On the night of "christening" snatched all their belongings, including Juliana chompita so nice that he had woven. Taken from the feet, stuffed headfirst into a toilet full of diarrhea because someone was loose stomach. "Lame dog licks!" He ordered after hit in the chest and back. "You're a dog, not a humans, and dogs do not talk, bark and eat shit! "
" I told you to cope with the big guys, you had to promote the union of your peers and together they walk everywhere.
The son said that in his stable things were worse. His teammates are not partners but cruel beasts that graded "mom son" and are constantly scorn and beaten. The mountain, which are the most disgusting, every time you put your hand. "Potito white, even if man," said one of them to pounce on him in the shower. Perhaps they have been outraged if not for the intervention Captain timely Urioste, who is very good people with him, what for, but not always to defend. Gambarina
-El Cholo is the most abused me. Confined takes more than a week for having smoked tea that was stolen from the kitchen. Has vowed that his departure will kill me, just because I accused him with the captain.
The Taunus braked suddenly on the Avenida Tacna.
- Have you betrayed your partner? Exclaims who leads explode printing.
"I did it to protect me, Dad. Gambarina thought that he would be expelled and my college life would be less stormy. Now I'm screwed. Cholo really that I will to kill and I have much fear. Please, Dad, for heaven's sake, do not make me come back ...!
silent father of a boy slap whining. Rabies try swallowing fixing his eyes on the road. No matter that the family will see that single tear running through your face.
"Snitch, dammit! Does the parish school whores nuns had taught him not boiling Calato Judas in hell for betraying our Lord? "Mal became his wife in inventing such deeds that their son did not commit ever. He must warn you that the other stock also abused him and if he surrounded himself with girls was because they could not hit. What an irony of life. Security should be shitting Urioste laughter at this deception. The Jaguar, the largest jijunagramputa in the history of Leoncio Prado, suffers because his son, Jaguarcito, lorna and left him a fag.
The son said that in his stable things were worse. His teammates are not partners but cruel beasts that graded "mom son" and are constantly scorn and beaten. The mountain, which are the most disgusting, every time you put your hand. "Potito white, even if man," said one of them to pounce on him in the shower. Perhaps they have been outraged if not for the intervention Captain timely Urioste, who is very good people with him, what for, but not always to defend. Gambarina
-El Cholo is the most abused me. Confined takes more than a week for having smoked tea that was stolen from the kitchen. Has vowed that his departure will kill me, just because I accused him with the captain.
The Taunus braked suddenly on the Avenida Tacna.
- Have you betrayed your partner? Exclaims who leads explode printing.
"I did it to protect me, Dad. Gambarina thought that he would be expelled and my college life would be less stormy. Now I'm screwed. Cholo really that I will to kill and I have much fear. Please, Dad, for heaven's sake, do not make me come back ...!
silent father of a boy slap whining. Rabies try swallowing fixing his eyes on the road. No matter that the family will see that single tear running through your face.
"Snitch, dammit! Does the parish school whores nuns had taught him not boiling Calato Judas in hell for betraying our Lord? "Mal became his wife in inventing such deeds that their son did not commit ever. He must warn you that the other stock also abused him and if he surrounded himself with girls was because they could not hit. What an irony of life. Security should be shitting Urioste laughter at this deception. The Jaguar, the largest jijunagramputa in the history of Leoncio Prado, suffers because his son, Jaguarcito, lorna and left him a fag.
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