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Na CIO and Piura n a, Per ú in 1962. He graduated as a lawyer in School of Law Universidad Nacional Federico Villarreal and he studied literature at School of Arts University Nacional Mayor de San Marcos . Participated in the creative writing workshop Museum Lima Art. In the early 90's worked occasionally in the magazines "Yes", "Monkeys and monads" and the newspaper "El Comercio". In 1994 he published a book of poems entitled "Metal-Mechanical Poetry" and in 2009 the novel "The tasks of a drone."

currently lives in New York with his wife and two children, and is writing her second novel.

POWER

- We have to enroll as Nelson insists.

I explain the difficulties involved. The document does not meet a legal requirement alone. Public records long ago ceased to be what they were in the past. True crickets pots, feasts of bribes to incompetent. The world is easy to end with the reforms the new government. Everything is now more serious, formal irrationally. Officers and employees are subject to a number of controls and work under greater surveillance. His personal and professional ethics has also been transformed from the university classroom. Unbelievable. And those who remain twisted spirit, do not dare put my hand for fear of losing their livelihoods. No way.

Talk to your friends, "continues Nelson" Maybe you can convince one of them becomes a blind eye.

There are no such friends. Those who were, were promptly fired. And there were friends, only resources.

- Do not you know someone who can lend a hand? "Asks Nelson.

Notaries, of course. No doubt they have more influence than me. They do have friends among the new recorders, the new model last philosophy class.

"The document does not help," says one of them.

- Do you have certificate of good standing? Asks another.

- Can you get it? "Investigates a third party.

I think not. The power is widespread in the Bahamas. Would have to go there to get it.

- Any contact? , Is the curiosity of another notary.

None that I know. Or rather, none of which they can grab. Nobody wants to upset anyone. But everyone wants the outcome. And fast. It is urgent. The bank's board required.

"We must enter the order as it may, Fernando Nelson repeats.

What I can do.

you -confident, very loving Fernando Nelson "The matter is in your hands.

My visits to notaries do not end. Looking where to just get into the ball. I see very far arc. The balloon is deflated. The only solution is to pray. Or cheating.

"Sorry," says consultant of the public record "A document like this will inevitably be seen by the registrar.

- What if I bring a statement from the bank board?

"It is not enough. The law is clear. You need at least one valid certificate or a consular legalization.

Impossible. Power is all I have. Ironically matter. A power that is useless. A power useless, sterile, impotent. Things lawyers.

-enter it anyway, "says Nelson," Let's see what happens. Suddenly in the hands of a comprehensive records.

"That's what I expect. Perhaps one of the notaries bank friends know it and that will pave the road.

The document is admitted to public records for scoring. Five days later, the result is "watching." The note says that you need to attach a certificate of good standing to enroll. Who signs? "García Márquez? No, but as is the chronicle of a death foretold.

- Can you talk to the registrar? Nelson-calls-Does anything?

Nelson refuses to accept reality. Obviously not want to give up his obsession or lose their jobs legal manager of the bank. Is determined to please the board in any way possible. Without much hope, I make an appointment and interview with the registrar. The expression on his face makes it clear that this is a legal metastases.

"Without the certificate of good standing, I can not register the power.

"But doctor, is a banking power.

"It's a power as any other.

"The bank can reward their support.

- What do you mean?

"The bank needs your help.

-Demanding legal requirements, I am helping the bank. I'm avoiding many problems in the future.

"The bank has to register that power emergency, doctor.

-All banks have the same urgency. That is why they bring the necessary annexes. So register their branches in 2 days. You know that the law gives some priority to the institutions of the financial system, precisely to encourage the movement of the economy.

"This bank is now able to present other documents, doctor.

"In that case ...

-Doctor ...

My face says I'm pleading willing to offer you a considerable sum in compensation for its services.

"Good morning.

Recorder rises, leaves the room and lost after a wooden door with a window in the middle. From my seat I can see only the head glass reduced in size until they disappear. It's all for today.

"I have good news, my first words upon entering the office of Nelson.

-We out of time, Ferdinand.

"All I can do is ask for their withdrawal and resubmit it. May reach the hands of another registrar.

- What if I get in?

"We have to take risks. Or we can get the certificate of good standing in the Bahamas?

- Do not you fall ill a trip over there, right?

-would spend a little more, it is true, but we would save a lot of problems. Come on insurance and signed up as a tube.

"I'm not allowed to do that. I need that power registered, now

- I submit again, then?

I will never understand certain executives. Many are like micro drivers when they hit a rut in traffic. Deviate from the path on your quest to find a shortcut to save time, but all I get is to give more and extend around the route. There is seldom lost on the way by treading unknown territory. Think they are doing a great thing when the truth is that only show their monumental stupidity. Doing simple is not the same as making it easy. The first denotes intelligence, although it takes longer because it involves the completion of the process right. Instead the latter reported an immediate result but weak, inconsistent, unstable, he notes, without doubt, a huge stupidity.

Signed the application for abandonment and it arrives within 48 hours. One-stop way to another. On the march back to power for the present study. Four days after the note of observation is the same: the name of the registrar, different. A new appointment for the same dialogue and the same response. Recorders today are ex-offenders more obese, old and filthy bare necks and fat ties that, in contrast, asked:

- How much can you afford?

If it seemed little, made a counteroffer and a bargain even though accepting their terms ended. Otherwise, they went home without papers listed and, therefore, no money paid. Before, everything was easier. Now, with these young registrars collar and a good smell, none of the deals of the past is possible. Any agreement is based on respect for the law.

"We must register as such power.

Nelson's order rings in my ears, my brain, my heart day after day, night after night. I only live for that. That result also depends on the bank to continue to give me work. Therefore, this power depends to continue feeding my family.

-trust in you, Fernando.

trick is foolproof. I know. Feed my ego never failed anyone. Only myself. I'm in your hands. The bank is my main, and almost exclusive-client and work that I care up 90% of my monthly income. I can not afford to disappoint. If I make this goal, I can play the rest of the season without any economic downturns. And maybe get new contracts. Then I check my schedule. I keep several phone numbers. On the formal side efforts are exhausted. I need to get something a little darker, without being completely promiscuous. I find that my schedule has changed. The list contained no names and former underworld registration. Unfortunately only puppets and nobodies survive without major influences, only elements that can be useful in minor matters. Step page after page. Many names and numbers have been labeled with different colored pens. Some are kept enclosed in circles, like to highlight that they can still serve in a given time. My handwriting is irregular, nervous, hurried.

- What will become of your life? "He asked.

Several names do not tell me nothing, only keep a vague recollection of the wearer. Sometimes I do not remember what helped me, or actually helped me in anything. Suddenly, hidden in the midst of energetic blur, a feature unexpected arises.

-Sipan.

The man with the same name as the famous Moche warrior. But it's really his name. For some dwarf remains. I never asked what was the reason for his contrahechez. It was too embarrassing to find something. And I never had enough confidence to investigate that part of his past. I met him when was employed by the public records in the dungeons of the Palace of Justice. At that time I was just a rookie processing authority and he attended the party table. I soon recognized that it was very popular among employees of notaries, better known as sentatives of titles. Sipan was always smiling, despite his notorious tullidez and excessive workload. Out for coffee with users, including attorneys of major law firms. Enjoyed extreme popularity. It waved and rubbed shoulders with the aristocracy of Lima forum. His arm was smaller than the other (or longer, depending on the angle you look at him), semi-paralyzed also limping when walking and it was almost the size of a 12 year old boy, his head flat like a TV. But he was always well dressed and perfumed. Public relations was not left wanting. But because of legal reform imposed by the new government, lost his job, did not qualify in the examination to keep it, and missed the distinguished public records. But it broke away. Because of their experience and skills of social communicator, got a job at a notary. Titers, absolved observations and obtained registration. Very effective. Full contact on all sides.

This was the man who was looking for. What I said in our first conversation to explain the situation was very different to that expressed by notaries and registrars. It needed the famous certificate of good standing.

-Sipan, can not wait. Also there is no way to get it, and I told you. The bank wants to registered, but is not willing to lift a finger to get an extra document. This deed is all we have. And with this we have to enter the power.

-I honestly do not think anyone wants to risk it in a basket case like this.

- Do not know anyone in the command section you can talk and offer in front of a stimulus?

"You are not of those, you know it.

"I'm sure you will make that possible. Even the younger registrars know you. Many of them are your friends, is not it?

"Yes, but I'm not sure they want to do something like this.

"Just try it. Talk to some of them and see what you can achieve.

Sipan kept the cover sheet. We agreed to meet again in a couple of days.

- Any news?

"I know the recorder. I said it was the second time I have that power.

"It's true. What does it say? Are you going to join?

"Yes.

- How do you want?

"Two thousand dollars.

- When do you have enrolled?

"The next day we pay you.

- Are you sure?

"Sure.

- And how you're going to charge?

"Then fix it. When you have the power to tell you registered.

"I do not go to pay dearly. Look what you are paid to the registrar.

"Easy.

"So you stay with the cover sheet?

"You return it with the power registered.

Nelson could not believe it. There was little money, but nevertheless worthwhile to give some money like that to score huge point with the bank's management. Especially in these circumstances that the shareholders' meeting in special session recently decided to change the name of "Bank of the Poor" to "Banco Lord of Miracles" in the hope that the Purple Christ to save them from ruin at a time as uncertain for the country's economy. Inventing a voucher signed any concept and ordered me to pay up money. That same evening I met again with Sipan. Two days later, the power must be registered. The online verification I said otherwise. He had left a new comment. "ENTRY DETECTED of a fraudulent document."

"Fraud? What? How? Sipan! The cell breaks down and Sipan does not appear by chance. I need an explanation before going where Nelson with the news. Not in calm waters, Fernando. This is not a safe place, my dear friend. Seeking Sipan on the same stage of events. Nobody has ever seen. His whereabouts completely unknown. Still does not answer the phone. Start a mystery play, a plot that keeps me tied to the chair. What have you done, Sipan? I suspect the worst. And worse than success.

"I thought they were not going to realize, is the stupid justification Moche king's ancestor.

Nelson is adamant.

"You have to recover the money.

Sipan disappears again. Leo better, more calmly, the new note from observation. "CERTIFICATE ATTACHMENT EFFECTIVE clear signs of forgery. RATING PROCESS OF THIS TITLE IS SUSPENDED UNTIL OFFICE MEET Inspectorate RESEARCH. Nelson releases the ball and pulled me with everything.

"You brought us into this. You have to get us now.

I am moved by the loyalty of friends. Especially when they're lawyers. Was not he who was insisting all the time because it would be the power at any cost place? There is no justification worth. Do not hide my responsibility to contact the wrong person. In fact, my mistake was home. I should never accept an assignment of this nature. It was very stupid of me. When will I learn I'm a star only if I get the results they expect and if I fail I am guilty of all? If I accept my share of responsibility, at least hope that Nelson will do the same. But this showed me his reaction exactly the kind of person he is.

-Poof.

Very studious, dedicated to his job, married to a beautiful woman and the father of a beautiful girl, a professor at 2 universities, a board member of other companies in this master diploma in the other, specialized in that, with post-graduate studies here, beyond awards, a luxury car a beautiful apartment and many trips to the Caribbean, but at the moment of truth, when burned potatoes, everything is summed up in one word:

-Poof.

The ball is in my court. A solution according to the situation is threatening. Sipan, in an unguarded moment and inevitable appearance in the salons public records, is placed on the ropes.

"I need get the money back. If not, the bank is going to throw all the shit up.

Sipan has no chance of knowing that everything is a lie. But the way I speak it swallows whole.

"You know the number of criminal lawyers who advise the bank and the power it has, strengthening the idea to make sure Sipan start wetting his pants. I do not think you can hide long before police find you. Best for you give me back the money.

Sipan is no fool. Idiots make mistakes, nobody can deny that after this, but not an idiot himself. Within a week, through a four-armed delivery, I brought back two thousand dollars completito.

That solves the problem of money. But power remains unregistered. Nelson blames me for the failure. On one side is relieved to have made up the ticket. But on the other was disappointed that I have not reached our goal. Neither speaks to me. He looks angry. Start searching for another way to get what you need. Get someone else. I am leaving. I can not stand working with people like that. This experience is the straw that broke the camel. It sucks. Pure appearance. All false. I quit. I sell my apartment and live a while with the proceeds of the sale. The issue seems to be forgotten. I want to know if it ended or not. If you managed to enter the power. And what methods they used. I'm out.

time later I receive a subpoena from the Judiciary. I am involved in a crime against the public trust. Falsification of documents, to be exact. My name appears in the header the presentation of the title sheet. There is no denying it. The same citation comes to the legal representative of the bank.

"You must help us," says Nelson-The bank can not be involved in a case of this kind. If the Superintendency of Banks finds out, you create a fucking scandal and all have to go to our home. Maybe someone could end in prison.

-do you want to do.

"Just do not say that the bank sought enter the power by other means other than legal ones.

"What I say then.

"Someone intervened without your consent and you conned.

"It is nonsense to say something like that.

"Do not worry. We'll put a lawyer who screwed things up so, until they send the file to file.

"As you say.

Nelson, whom I know since I was a practitioner of the legal department and I fell so nice to be polite and attentive, had now become more of a stinking sewer rat. I do not care what you say or what you do. It is a phony. Poof, it's the right word. I just want to go out and forget it forever.

"It's my chance, I say.

is my unique and wonderful opportunity to do something good for the honesty and loyalty. When the judge called me to return let the voice of conscience speak without restrictions:

-was he who gave the order to register this power at any cost. Regardless of the media and what it took. I made the mistake of contacting a person of dubious reputation, it's true. But it gave no indication of falsifying any documents. Accept and assume my share of responsibility in the matter. But I'm not the only one who has it.

The judge asked and gave them names. Sipan searched and arrested him. Nelson searched and not found. Followed and chased. He threatened a few times by phone and email. I told him to act like a man. He sent me to hell. He promised to corner me and get me arrested using their influence. The authorities took a while to find him, but finally found it. Was giving his monthly report to the directory when undercover officers interrupted the meeting. The scandal was inevitable. The picture of a remorseful Nelson appeared in the newspapers, exposing hypocritical voice plausible but false arguments were heard on the radio and his image with his hands cuffed behind his back circulated on television nationwide. The bank was closed by order of the superintendent. We were all unemployed. Sipan also spent season in the shade. I had to pay a good fine. But I have the satisfaction of having given what he deserved a real fag.

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How Long Should Tonsils Stay Swollen For

In the courtyard of his new school Dune came to her classmates, they were talking about your mom ... she never said anything on his own because he had never been with her. For this reason it was a quiet girl, who used to talk about their stuff.

"My mother makes a cake of smacking plums to the toes!, Tomorrow I'll bring one to invite because it's my birthday. You'll love it! Berta-licking account.

"Lucky you, mine is a disaster in the kitchen haha, but I love going shopping with her girlfriends alike! Noelia says love-faced bear.
Duna

can not avoid a feeling of envy, but decides to talk about his mother. You like to know how special it is ... has spent his entire life hiding the truth.

"I can not be with my mother, but is the most beautiful of all mothers - Duna answer to her friends with pride and some sadness.

His classmates stared at her without understanding what he meant Dune. Asked why he could not be with his mother, what little replied

"My mother is the Moon, so I can not be with her. Must be in heaven watching the stars.

Jajajajjaa! Girls laughed thinking that Dune was teasing them.

- What's so funny? Dunn asked angrily by the laughter of Berta and Noelia.

"My father told me that the moon is a satellite that revolves around the Earth. Not a person Do you think I'm stupid? - Responds with an air of Sabiondo Berta.

"It's true what he says Berta, Dune is not right to make fun of friends, if you do not want to tell anything about your mother did not do, but do not expect to be fooled .- Noel concludes a little annoyed. Does not like to take it for a fool.

- I'm not lying! If you were true friends do not dudaríais my word. Someday I will show I'm telling the truth. Can not you see my hair is almost silver? Why do you think my eyes are midnight blue and my skin so white? "To say this Duna turned about to mourn.

He was so bad that he went to a corner of the yard, not to have to talk to anyone the rest of recess. He began to wonder if would not deceiving his father. ****


Duna's bedroom is decorated very simply. A bed, a nightstand, a large chest full of toys, some shelves filled with dolls and wall is in front of the window is a mirror which reflects the Moon at night. Right next to the mirror, is a rocking chair, where her father sits, as every night, about to read a story. Before I started reading Dune told him the school.

"Today my classmates laughed at me and say who is my mother. After class they have told the lady, you know what happened?, I was told I have too much imagination, and it would be better for you to talk to a school counselor. Daddy I am a fool ... I am told that the moon is a satellite of the land, how can my mother?, Why tell me this lie, I prefer to tell the truth even if it's bad. Today I have been crossed my mind that my mother abandoned me, and you've invented the story of the moon to not suffer. Why not tell the truth? - Duna wept uncontrollably as he spoke.

His father thought it was time to tell the whole story ... "Honey

not tell you lies. The Moon is your mother ... has always been in love with the Earth. He dreamed of being human and fulfill their greatest desire ... to be a mother, but the sun got jealous and always told her to wait a little more ... Tired of waiting for the sun to give her permission, he decided to become human as to become Luna full report, a requirement to use his powers. Although was forbidden, she disobeyed transformed into a beautiful young woman. I found a little disoriented on the outskirts of town, I fell in love on sight. I did not know it was the moon and she did not tell me. We travel together to remote places, visited China, Russia, large lakes and seas ... She was eager to learn about our planet. Over time I fell in love and got married. Our wedding year you were born beautiful dune. We were the happiest creatures in the universe .- His father smiled, remembering every moment, while her daughter was telling the whole story.

"And while she was down here How come the sun did not realize there was no moon? - Asked the girl more and more curious. I was fascinated by the story of his father.

-not realized because a small star, to which the Moon did a favor long ago, offered to help ... became a moon to take the place of your mother, but that did not last forever, the day of your first birthday, the Sun discovered the deception. He ordered her back to her place that night. At that time, you mother told me who he really was. Begged to be left here with you, but the sun could not forgive the deception, and as punishment they took the power to transform human. - The father of Dune tears could not help telling the story.

-Daddy ... why do not you did a photo?, At least I could see it as it was .- Duna felt much need to know ...

"Honey I made it more than once, but seeing all the photos were blank ... - Duna's father wiped a tear sliding down his cheek. He kissed his daughter and blew a kiss to the Moon before leaving the room. ****


The small dune, like every night, watching the reflection of the moon in the mirror, his father put him there for his mother could watch her sleep. Fell asleep dreaming that one day come to look ...

That same night was that little had a very special dream ...

dreamed that he was in a large field of white poppies, the sky looked down at her and saw the most beautiful woman of all. His hair was silver, her white dress and flowing, "I'm dreaming and none of this is real," thought the little girl in his dream. The woman gave him a kiss on the cheek and an angelic voice said, "yes, you're dreaming, but I'm real, I'm your mother ... I can be human only in your dreams." The little girl hugged her mother. She sat with her among the flowers. "I love your father's dream every night, and told me what happened at school. You're old enough to be able to see me every night, we will be together and stuff ... we'll tell your mother in your dreams. Do not worry if you laugh, you are very special and can not understand, how much would be able to be with you during the day! ". La Luna hugged his daughter and sang her songs of stars and suns. Duna was happy, the happiest of girls.

The next morning he told his father the dream ...

"My child how glad I am, in my dream last night we talked about you. Now you see it whenever you want while you sleep .- replied the excited and happy father.

She combed his silver hair that reminded him of his mother. This morning went to school with a smile, he felt very happy and was excited.

line was put in feeling proud of being who he was.

Lunita

"Hello," he greeted Fidel who was behind her in line.

Berta and Noel approached him and asked forgiveness for laughing at her. The truth is that her friends thought that Dune was a bit fanciful and mentirosilla, but it was a good friend and did not want was angry with them.

A Duna not care what others think, I knew I was a child special. He felt very fortunate to be the daughter of the Moon. Made peace with her friends and Fidel replied

"My name is Dune, but if you want to call Lunita can do it, is a name that I love - and smiled the best smile. Fidel

felt stupid and stopped messing with it. Dune Now

looked in dreams every night with her mother. Each time they met she told him things he did during the day. The moon had wonderful stories of heaven, he spoke of planets where everything is constantly changing color. In one of his dreams brought her to the world of butterflies, was fluttering, and see majestic forming beautiful color images. When Dune had any doubt, his mother helped him, even with their homework. Once his mother introduced him to the sun because he left before she retired, sometimes it happens that meet the sun and moon at dawn ... When the Sun saw the small, gave him a kiss on the cheek. Dunn asked, "Why do not you let my mother is with me?, All girls need to be with his mother. I always thought you're good, "Sun said. "I'm good do not you think so?" - "I'm not sure, someone who is good does not prevent a mother care for her daughter." The sun felt so bad, that that day dawned cloudy. The Sun is ashamed to Dune. ****

One morning, Mrs. Clay said he had to wear to class, were to prepare a gift for Mother's Day. At recess Noel Dunn asked if he planned to do something, because she had no mother ...

- Noelia mother course I have! And once told is La Luna, "said Dunn firmly.

"If you go again with your lies I'll be angry with you," said Noel a little tired of the fantasies of her friend.

"Okay, let's leave the issue .- ignoring concluded Duna the advice his mother gave him.

The truth is that Dunn was happy, the week flew by ... I did not tell anything to his father, wanted to surprise his mother and it was better to keep the secret. He made a beautiful moon, painted with silver glitter, I was sure that the gift was to surprise your beloved mom. On Friday they gave the gift to watch him at home until Sunday. Dune evening and could not stand it and told his father the secret. He took the family and showed clay.

"Honey how are you going to give it?, You can not get the gift in your dreams," said his father tactfully.

- You're right, I'll paste in the mirror, so you can see from the sky. Also I will dream that I give it, and it is as if you deliver the truth .- After saying this Duna cried.

Then understood I could never give a real gift to his mother ... it was a dream, a dream every night. I could never really embrace ...
daughter
Dune Why are you crying?

- dream about it every night is precious father ... But I need both! I need it real! I show my friends that I am not a liar ... I need my mother here with us, to see the day, take me to school, to scold me, but that is when I'm awake, that is real ... - and cried a long time.

Dune

That night went to the window with your gift in hand ... looked at his mother, so beautiful, so unreachable! Slipped a tear from his eyes, going to fall on the figurine of glitter, the little moon of clay for his mother ... The moon shone more than ever, as if to cheer her up.

In the dream that night her mother asked her - "my life why crying in the window?" -. Dunn said he needed a lot during the day ... "You're not real mother, are a dream I need you so much!, I see the day, like any other mother. " The Moon felt very sad for her daughter. I did not know how to comfort her. He spent the night huddled around her, singing until dawn. They met again with the Sun and Dunn said angrily. "You are cruel, all the stories make you as good, but not what you're bad! I've taken my mother. " Moon apologized and scolded her daughter for being so reckless, the sun is always generous and good affection, shame on me for disobeying, I was moody and you are paying the consequences. The girl apologized to the Sun and hugged his mother for a moment before awakening. The Sun went back into hiding in the clouds it felt so guilty about the crying of Dune! ****

On Saturday her father took her to the amusement park to cheer, accompanied her friend Noel. They promised not to get angry again, Dunn decided not to talk about his mother and Noel vowed not to ask more. He had a great time, rode around several times, ate cotton candy and many more goodies ... I was looking forward to bedtime, to tell everything to your mother in dreams. He came home exhausted and full of memories of that day. After dinner, hit the little moon of clay in the mirror and his mother could always see him, kissed the reflection of the moon in the mirror. When he finally arrived at bedtime, her father told a story and fell asleep immediately.

That night he started his dream in a meadow near a lake. He sat down to wait for his mother, who took a while to appear ... "Why did you wait so long? I miss you. " La Luna was dressed in a silver suit and had combed his hair full of braids. "I wanted to be very beautiful for you ... at twelve o'clock and started the day of the mother. I want to celebrate by bringing you a very special place. " Duna was amazed by the beauty of the moon. "Where are we going mom?", Her mother took her flying into a corner of heaven, where there was a party to Dunn and her. The girl brought the gift of a pocket and said, "Here, this is your gift, you are really stuck in my bedroom mirror, handed it by kissing. La Luna stroked his face with one finger and smiled ... "Duna, today is Mother's Day and we're together, even in dreams." We had a great time playing with the stars ... that dawn to see the sun again for the third time, this time the sun came up to her and kissing her cheek, said: "Small Duna today I will prove myself good "and winked and smiled ... Duna awoke the sun looked splendid.

got up happy despite her mother would not during the day, when he entered the kitchen almost died of fright. On the table was the breakfast and his father sat with his mother, La Luna ...

- Am I still dreaming? Dunn asked rather confused.

"No honey," his father said you're awake, then tell you, "Luna said his father beaming with happiness.

Moon told the Sun he felt too embarrassed to see her so sad because of him ... He forgave Luna and thought of a solution that was satisfactory to all. During the night, Luna would be in heaven, but as the sun illuminates the earth with its rays moon could be human until dusk ...

"The sun could not bear to think a girl is bad hahaha laughed hugging Luna her daughter.

"Congratulations Mom, you're here with me on Mother's Day - Duna cried, hugging his mother and father at the same time," Mom! Are real ... I'm not dreaming .- exclaimed in disbelief.
- Honey!, From now on I will take you to school every morning. Now I'll be with you always. She
went to find his friends from the hand of his mother, wanted the know. Berta and saw Noel Dunn was just as beautiful as her mother. Be happy for her friend ... now would not be sad anymore. Dunn's mother invited the girls to sleep at home, "to make a slumber party," said Noel moms and Berta.

When evening came, the friends of Dune were to sleep with her. His father prepared a bed on the floor for all ... Duna told them that that night would know to the Moon in your dreams, your friends do not want to discuss again and fell silent.

When they slept, dreamed that were the three in a field of white poppies ... the sky fell and the moon became a woman. Noelia Berta and realized then that Dune was telling the truth ... They were amazed, "How lucky you are dune!" Said her friends "feel not having thought much." The Moon took them a ton of sites, were presented with several stars, stars and even went on a comet ... That night had the most beautiful dream all his life, and never doubted his friend.

You can imagine how happy I was that day ... Duna from

Duna wept for joy, his father wept for joy, La Luna tears of joy ... until I wrote this story I'm crying with joy, and you, too weep for joy?

... And orange orange, this story is over. Would you like it?
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Dune and The Adventures of Luna and Canica Since Graduation jokes

In the old toy box, there is a glass marble, a bouquet of colors inside, there are also a small ludo given, missed a day and someone threw it into the drawer. That's how they met and Marble Given. They became close friends as the days passed, waiting that someone remembered them.

One morning were cleaning the room Dani ... thrown away everything that the child no longer used, so that Given and Marble is found in the garbage. When they realized where they were, they embraced, trembling with fear ... No one would play with them anymore, they had outlived their usefulness. They looked with sadness and began to mourn.

At night they threw the garbage bag to the container in the street after the truck came and dumped all the bags in your deposit back ... As Marbles and were scared, they noticed that moved from side to side and did not understand what was happening. The garbage truck arrived at the landfill and dumped its entire load in a mountain of human waste.

bag in which were enclosed broke and went free. Marble began to go downhill in a hurry ...

- Marble wait for me I'm square and I can not shoot! - As his friend shouted Canica.

- Free, Because we are free! - Marble screamed in disbelief that they just happened.

Since nobody needed them and were free, and Marble Given thought to a trip around the world. The first thing they did was approaching the city, they needed to swim because it smelled like garbage! They got into a small fountain and swam, dived, was splashed what seemed to be free bonito!

- Where do you want us to travel first? - Marble asked enthusiastically.

"I go to toyland abandoned, there will not be alone and be happy," said Given

- The country of what? This site does not exist. Would not you like to see the world? - Marble said his friend, who always was a bit naive.

- SIIIII! That's what I know ... the great mountains covered with snow, and we'll pull sled downhill. Sail boat to the islands and discover treasures ... save princesses in distress and a thousand more! - Since answered very happy with all those adventures that were waiting.

started their way to the big mountains. They crossed a big river and reached a small village of only fifty people. A Marble Done and it seemed like a magical place to spend the night. They began to look at the sky and became a falling star ...

- Alex Mira, really! Now maybe my wish is fulfilled, "Elisa said his brother with a big smile.

- And what is your wish? - Asked Alex, but I knew the answer.

-I ordered a toy for everyone you know! - Elisa said very glad to have seen the star. Done and Marble
heard
all the talk of children and were very surprised. It seemed very strange that these children had no toys. Decided to stay a couple of days in the village, wanted to know why some children do not have to play with ...

- Why do not we stay with these children Marbles? Could be your toy would be useful again!

"First we will investigate a bit Because, as we threw them away once remember?

They both felt like staying there, but first a little gossip in the village ... In a small hut saw an old woman who was saying something to his son.

- How longer be under the spell of the witch mad? Only two children in the village, and they feel very alone, and last but not least because they can not have toys witch has banned manufacture. Even the Wise Men, Santa Claus or the Tooth Fairy can find this site ... these children have very bad luck.

witch-mother said only one thing could break the spell ... his exact words were "I curse this village on the absolute solitude, any person, animal or magical can come here ... and you can not leave you until you get it I did not say "what will be what the witch said? Done and Marble

were impressed to hear the story ...

"Poor children," said Marble Distressed

-If ... We could rejoice a little life do not you think? As added thoughtfully

The next morning the children got up to go home Mr. Ramon, who was his teacher. Elisa hit something square, bent down and what a great surprise given and a marble! They were right there at your feet. She was the die and the marble Alex ... they took home from the teacher and the taught.

- But how can that be? How did they get here? "- Said the Professor quite intrigued by the finding.

"They were on the ground Mr. Ramon, I promise that I only asked for a wish upon a falling star ... The witch can not shake this toy, it has not brought anyone and is not an animal or a person, and it is not magic. - Elisa said innocently without knowing what had just the solution of the spell.

- Sure! What the witch did not say it is an object or thing ... just an object can enter! These toys have been alone and Marble

As reported all that happened up to that point ... understood that by visiting the village, had saved the inhabitants of the spell They were so happy at that moment!

decided to stay forever Elisa and Alex, I would have liked to see the world, but they were toys and now you want them ... play with them every day.

The village was no longer haunted and the Magi, Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy and could come ... There were more people and more children with them, but Elisa and Alex never left alone in a corner and Given Marbles.

Orange Orange ... this story is over Will you like it?

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Wedding Shower Recipe Card Sayings

The Magic Library

Flocks was not any good. Called Mr. Mole to come and see, maybe I could help with some syrup I used to make.

"Of the symptoms seem to have a cold .... in these cases it is best to stay in bed. Mr. Mole gave a syrup for fever and advised him not to go out.

That was a big setback for Flocks. I had to parade disguised as Red Queen graduation party of her friend the skunk jokes.

squirrel became such a bad temper that stiffened his tail and began grumbling Damn flu! And right now I have a commitment but is it that I always have to touch me? - Was shot a while protesting so high that everyone could hear it from the outside

Panda was listening, went to see her for a moment.

- But what's wrong? We hear your cries from the street ... you're a curmudgeon - the bear said Pelusi.

- I have flu! And tomorrow is the parade. This can not be! - Protested the squirrel. Go

temper the squirrel! When something does not go as she hopes to start non-stop growling.
-Snarling
not useless you Pelusi - Panda said - If you are sick it is best to stay in bed, tried to convince her, but without much hope of succeeding.

- No way! ... No I can stay in bed. No way I can miss my friend - Flocks

not stop growling into bed. He sat and growled and turned to lie. I hurt all over, and knew that however much she wanted could not march in the graduation party. - "Poor jokes .... run out of his queen in the parade, which took him to the suit and now nobody will look" - he thought helplessly.

A Panda is an idea.

"If I want I can parade of Red Queen - said the bear believed to have found the solution.

her friend's laughter could be heard a kilometer away.

- You? but if you're a guy Can you imagine a bear dress homecoming queen?? No, no and a thousand times no! Everyone will laugh at you ..... Besides get you where you think the dress? Great as you would have to take in one ear! -. The squirrel kept saying things began to mourn inconsolably Ayyyyyy! Ayyyyyy! With the illusion that makes him wear that outfit! What a mess ...

"Calm down, and I am concerned I look for a solution. How long before the parade? "The poor bear does not know how to reassure her.

- Tomorrow! No time to find a solution ..... will be a disaster. And again to lie in bed because the fever was beginning to turn up.

- Vamos! No big deal. What happens is that you are wrong and why everything seems so serious ... "Panda spent some time with her, trying to distract her to get calm. He gave the syrup for fever and waited until he fell asleep Pelusi.

house was a skunk jokes and told him everything.

Poor skunk was so excited about the parade that listening to Panda, began to stroll from one place to another without stopping.

"I've been working on the Red Queen costume three months .... The parade will win the honor of dressing Siamese Cat Lady. That is the dream of every designer fashion .... If you can not march Flocks no one else will. The suit is made to order, and she is the only one who can wear it. Ooohh I have bad luck ray! - And jokes ever faster paced around the house. Panda

was cross-eyed looking at her and shouted: - For now! You're dizzy with your walks. I have an idea. Flocks Tomorrow be ready for the parade, I'll take care of it. And with the same jokes he left home at full speed.

Flocks While sleeping, jokes swam to the head if anything happened to him.

What if the rabbit asks Amanda to replace the squirrel?

that would not a bad gesture to his friend ... Flocks always help when needed. It is already decided, if not parade her friend, no one else will ...

Panda went into the forest, had to reach the hill of wishes before sundown. It took a couple of hours in coming, but worth the effort, it was still daylight and could be accommodated in the right place to wait for the night. He lay on his back staring at the sky, eagerly waiting for the night ... I needed to pass a comet.

His mother told him once that if you see a Comet pass and make a wish before it fades marks. And he got his when asked to be his friend Flocks It was so much fun with it!

Once dressed as ghosts, scaring Kimono wanted to give a lesson for their little jokes ... night left the two together, and kimono given jajajajaa scared to death. Was painted with fluorescent colors and looked like a real ghost. And it is unique Kimono jokes.

Mr. Mole returned to see how the squirrel was the flu. We found that the poor in bed soaked with sweat, the fever again and turn up the annoyance of the parade was becoming worse.

In the esplanade of the forest and were setting up the catwalk ... The next day at noon began the prom. And there was no time to lose

was leaving a beautiful scenery ...

The rabbit Amanda came home from Panda Flocks to ask, but there was nobody inside.

The night began to fall in the forest. Panda was at the top of the mountain waiting to see the comet that would fulfill his desire. It was almost asleep ...

Finally a comet across the sky! Panda closed his eyes and wished with all his might ... - To cure Flocks .... To heal you tonight ... please, please, favoooooorrr -.

Now you could go home assured that Pelusi be cured the same night. Amanda visited

to Flocks, like a squirrel Crushers, "poor thing, you must be having an awful time," thought Amanda. Chatted a while with her and then went home. Poor squirrel

dawned with a bad cough and could not stop blowing your nose .... And could not go anywhere. Wisecrack was passed to her. Flocks

"Hello, what's wrong with your nose? The red and thick you like a clown. Are you feeling better? - Asked the skunk a bit embarrassed.

jokes "I'm sorry .... That I was unfortunate to get sick. I should be more careful when playing in the river ... the water was too cold. I am a squirrel silly!

- not anyone's fault, other times I've helped a lot. If no parade this year and will be the next. Will prepare a stunning dress and be the prom queen! - Both laughed

Panda At that moment came in the door very happy.

"Last night I asked a desire to do these cured Pelusi?

- Panda Well no I'm not cured - poor Pelusi said between sobs - not fair.

- I think it's best to go to the parade ... at least see who wins the prize. I promise I'll tell you everything! -Jokes kissed her friend sick and left. Panda

stayed with her friend at home comfort. He told stories that had lived together, laughed remembering the times that Panda had fallen down the slope of the garden.

-Ja j aja I'm a bit clumsy! Instead you are so funny ...
moving
All guests were occupying their sites to view the event .... There was great excitement in knowing Siamese Cat Lady.

Forest animals, marching with great elegance, costume designers who graduated, expecting Siamese Cat Lady is decided by one of them.

Mr. Mole suddenly noticed his absence .... - Does anyone know where Doña Siamese? - Asked those who receive the guest of honor.

-Pu pu ... well ... I have not .... We vissss .... vissss ... .. seen - said the rabbit Stuttering.

The Siamese Cat did not show up anywhere ... I had finished

graduation. Afternoon

Flocks began to find much better and went to see the fun. Wisecrack when he saw her she was glad, and Panda asked him to put the red dress was so keen to see it! Flocks

When the dance was presented with his Red Queen dress, all were watching and admiring the little squirrel. In

Doña then came Siamese Cat, who had lost their way and was very moody. The rabbit stuttered

greeted her with his best greetings and offered a comfortable seat, trying to calm her. Mr. Mole thought they could march back all the costumes and the winner would receive the award. Said and done. Flocks wore his dress on the runway and felt like a real queen. Wisecrack was so excited, in addition to the pride he felt at seeing his masterpiece shine so brightly. He did not win the contest, but was very happy to have fulfilled his dream. Flocks thought took photos that hang in your boudoir. Doña

Siamese cat fell in love with that red dress and ordered one for her at the skunk, who was jumping for joy. Panda

looked to heaven and thanked his kite to fulfill the desire ... I knew I would not fail him!

-Today was the worst day of my life, and at the same time has been the best day of my life "that sound weird? - Flocks asked his friends.

'I happened exactly like you - very relaxed jokes answered.

"It's very interesting right? A day can start very bad, but if we propose it, we can make ends well, "said Panda a little shy. That night
rose
All the hill of wishes to thank you for everything. They found the doe Amanda, who was lying there.

- What are you doing Amanda? - Asked Panda

"Last night I asked the Siamese Cat is delayed for Flocks had time to recover. Today I come to give thanks.

Everyone grabbed the hand lying on their backs to thank nature and the stars, all good things had happened.

And we can make things change for the better! What you do you think?

Orange Orange .... The story is over Will you like it?

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Cuchu

Ket Fire Prevention Posters

holiday is just for Irene and all those old enough to go to school. She loves her school because there are your friends, and you can see them every day.

much will have missed! It has many things to talk about summer ... all that sure she misses something.

And guess what? Want to Miss a lot is so beautiful! And it's so good! And so loving! Irene

very excited preparing the portfolio with her mother, has prepared a card to give to Miss Elvira can not wait have to give a hug!

- You are very happy to see your friends again? Mom asks, smiling at her daughter.

-yeahhhh, and Miss Elvira this year Why is she not? "Irene answered with enthusiasm.

-clear sky, this year you have the same

Miss ... At last the day. Irene

rises as hard as ever, is very nervous. In his head crowd Will it be difficult questions this course? Will I be able to learn everything? Will all my friends? Will they notice my lovely haircut?

When the door cole go to all the moms bringing their friends, the nerves are even more ... She kisses her mother rushed to runs into the row.

all kiss and begin to run the summer adventures ...

- I have ridden in an airplane! The houses were smaller and smaller, until there were no .... And the clouds an amazing thing! I want to be an airplane pilot! "Sergio has hastily.

"I got on the ship ... stop in all the cities that are on the beach people were rare in some places! And ate aaaggggg disgusting things! Malena told

-Irene is very happy be, again, with her best friend Erika, who told him he had been in Asturias enjoying it. Irene said she went to the beach twice, also to the mountains for a weekend I do not know how many sites ...

Children talked and talked, everyone wanted to tell her things.

"Come to class charlatans," said Miss Irene

were amazed That is not Miss Elvira!

Once in class, Miss occurs.

"Hi, my name is Margaret, I'll be your teacher this year.

"But why do not you come Elvira? My mother told me that this year we plays with her .- Irene question quite disappointed ...

This teacher does not like anything, has the face of a witch, her voice is ugly and unpleasant sounds.

"Miss Elvira has had to move from school ... for personal items.



Irene out of school a bit serious, does not imagine the entire course with the new teacher how disgusting!

has no idea of \u200b\u200bthe surprise that awaits you Marga! Neither you, you're reading the story, I think!

At home still does not have anything, his mother, who is eager to know how she has been asked on Irene,

- Can you know what you? You have not released a single word since you left the school, so happy you were, something had to happen ...

"I have no Miss Elvira And I do not like new! It's ugly and looks like a witch I hate!

"It's not anything good to say that, do not know how you know you do not like? "Mom says you do not understand why they changed his lady.
Irene
next day back to school with the hope that is Elvira. When you reach the back row to run into reality, Marga is there again.

in class is a little distracted recalling his days on the beach ...

- Is something wrong with Miss Irene? Seems I'm on the other hand, very kindly asked Miss Marga.

"No ... nothing," answered Irene reluctantly.

recreational siren sounds ... Once in the yard, meet with friends to play.

- I do not like the new breast! -

Erika says "Me neither," answered Irene

"It's a bit odd-a-I do not like finishing Malena says eat your apple.

Once in class, Miss Margaret goes to all of them ...

"Well .... I've noticed that something happens to me, I want to be sincere and you may tell me "explains Ms.

All you have Miss Elvira liked a lot, was very happy and fun, they also looked very pretty. Learning with her was very nice ...

"Well, well ... I see that you do not like anything I can" know why? Do not even know how I am. For what you describe you look serious, boring, ugly, old and do not know what else ... in short I do not like anything!

took from his bag a large curtain, which he placed in front of the classroom door was vovió to look at his students and told them to drive through ...

What's happening? On the other side of the curtain, were found in the midst of a great library, endless hallways filled with adventure stories.

"You're in the library Magic Wishes at your disposal, each book contains a world of adventure, which will be realized with just open," said Margaret.

- Really? - Sergio asked not believing what is happening. Marga

them about a book about the multiplication table of two, opened it and all the numbers flying out of the book, along with a very peculiar landscape ...

Irene looks around and is in a place full of cubes with the sign - x, others have the + others - ... and then there are the numbers seem to be doing something quite fun.

"You are in the world of mathematics, are going to learn to play with the numbers in person do you like fun? - Says the lady, very funny, looking at the faces of disbelief from their students.

"I am the multiplication sign ... multiply, multiply, multiply ... - x

says," I am the 2, if x is put to me, I multiply and grow .... jajajaja grow ... grow tumbling says one of the numbers 2, because there are many ...

class children are impressed, they have never experienced the real magic. Marga closed the book and all the numbers and signs disappear, turning to find the library.

Irene is a book of natural science ... He opens and fly hundreds of butterflies, ladybugs dancing, a cloud raining ...

"Hi I am a snowflake Do you like my form? I look like a star right? No snowflake is like another "you know? Everyone has a different and unique ...

- Did you know that water life begin? That's why I'm so important on earth, "said a drop of water

Sergio closes the book, curious to open a classic tales dealing with ... it open and hundreds of fairy tale characters come out!

- The bear! You are the wolf of the three pigs ... How are you so stupid to blow in a brick house? Do not you know they are very durable? - Sergio says enthusiastically.

- I have no fault! Just do what the writer wants to do, or nobody has told you that I did not write the story? - Replied the wolf with a bad temper.

Irene and Erika have been playing with Little Red Riding Hood to "you take her," Malena and Elijah have been brought into the house of the three bears with "Goldilocks"

"Come boys, we close the book to return to class, asked the seño Marga.

All protest, want to continue to open books and discover new worlds ...

I promise that every Monday we visit the magical library, you will learn a lot here, and I looking for fun a lot.

returned to class and Miss Margaret took the curtain, put it in her purse and asked again ...

"Well tell me" you think you are going to want to learn with me or not?

"Forgive me Miss Marga ... now that I look good, you are beautiful, well do not mind being young or old you are a super lady! I've been a fool! - Irene says sorry

All class children apologize to Margaret for being so negative with her.

Irene returns home, telling his mother, all the adventures at school.

-Haha what imagination you have a magical library! Hahaha. I am glad that at last you like your new teacher-mom answered, laughing. Not believing it was true what she told Irene.

She did not mind too much if you believe or not ... But every Monday live a wonderful adventure in the magical library.

be so lucky as Miss Marga!

have to accept the news, because you never know what new surprises may bring.

And orange orange ... this story is over Will you like it?

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Do It Yourself Slide Projecter

The Adventures in the Forest / A Tail

Panda, Mr. Mole and Kimono are playing to throw stones into the river, to see who goes further, almost always wins Kimono, among other things, because your arms are longer than their friends . Mr. Mole do not see very well and that prevents you from point very far, that has not won even once.
"If I had a more powerful lens I am sure you would win once in a while ... I'm sick of being a Blinkin! - Topo seemed a little angry to say this.
- Tatachaaaaaaaan Chan!
all turned their heads and found Pusi queue. The had all stuck full of pieces of paper in various colors.
-Pusi \u200b\u200byour tail like a piñata jajaja Kimono laughed jokingly.
- You're a fool! It is not right laughing at others is it you do not like my tail? That's because you are not in fashion! Are moles in the city have long-concluded very proud of her appearance.
-Pusi \u200b\u200bDo not be angry, but Kimono is right, you look like a piñata. Besides the roles they'll be taking off from the tail, "said Panda careful not to upset the squirrel, because he will spend genius!
"Today I received a letter from my cousin, who lives in the city, and he said that it is fashionable among the squirrels have spots on the tail. Coming this week to visit and I want to be the last to receive, "said Pusi pretending to be interesting.
Panda, Kimono and Mr. Mole looked, their faces were thinking about the three that has befallen us! With so stubborn he is, sure I expect a lot of headaches!
"Well do you like it or not - Pusi asked again.
course we like! Replied the poor, not daring to contradict him. When something gets into your head no one will make you change your mind!
"I have to teach my new picture jokes, she understands much of fashion is sure to love it - and he went through the Orchard Slope jumping and singing.
-Uff anyone takes the opposite! Do we continue with our game? - Asked Mr. Mole
jokes was not home and was looking forward Pusi look in the mirror again, so he returned to his tree to continue to admire your moles ...
- Noooooooo! Ayyyyyyy! Ayyyyyyy! - No one is more outrageous than Pusi tears, her screams were heard in all corners of the forest ... even river. Topo
Lord stood listening, the others followed suit. A disconsolate moan reached his ears "ayyyyyyy" ayyyyy "
-lint seems that something happens," said Mr. Mole, "we better get closer to home," he concluded. Pusi was looking
tail in the mirror without stopping to mourn.
"If you keep crying and going to flood the forest," joked Kimono
"I have a very serious problem I'm the moon! Do not you see? This is no time to joke ayyyyyy! - Pusi cried uncontrollably every time she looked in the mirror.
-A I do not think anything serious will not have moles on your tail, you have always been well and do not seem wrong, tried to cheer her Panda.
"I have an idea how about if you painted the moon? - Said Mr. Mole, who always had a solution to any problem.
All agreed that the idea was great. They set to work without wasting a single second. Panda
brought some brushes I had stored in his treasure chest. Mr. Mole brought color dye bought at the craft store. Kimono has a talent for painting, took all the materials and was commissioned to paint Pusi queue.
took about an hour to complete his work of art ...
- Pusi Ready! They have been great, "said Kimono very satisfied with the result.
squirrel When she looked in the mirror, her face lit up. "I have a queue
beautiful beautiful, beautiful! - Pusi said smiling. As a thank
prepared the best biscuits and invited them to lunch. They all sat around a table-cloth which he placed on the floor ... How well prepared Pusi biscuits! Licks to the toes. Mr Topo
thought that a dip in the creek not too bad ... could use Pusi
jumping out to the river-The winner will get wet first jajaja-jumped into the water and started splashing Panda Kimono and
"You just ... to declare war, "said Panda water laughing and splashing everyone.
- all against the queen of nuts! A by ellaaaa! - Kimono shouted ready to win the water battle.
spent the rest of the afternoon playing in the water. When his stomach began to protest went home to dinner, Mr. Mole was when he realized that the lunar Pusi were not! Panda decided to tell the disgust knowing that her friend would feel.
"Oh noooo! My moles are gone, the water has cleared ayyyy! Ayyyy! - Began to mourn again Pusi.
"We must do something," said Mr. Mole covering her ears.
"Maybe we could hit a few pieces of clay-added Panda
- And what do you think is the paste? The plasti weigh much, you fall back, "said Kimono trying to think of a new idea.
were a good time thinking about possible solutions, but it was too late and fatigue did not let them think clearly. Panda Kimono and left promising to return in the morning. The Mr. Mole sat for a while longer ... I have an idea
tomorrow you will have your moles ... I promise! - Topo said before going to sleep. Pusi
lay with the hope that morning would solve your problem. Morning
Mr. Mole Pitusa came to see the most popular among the forest beetles. They talked about what happened to the squirrel.
"In the woods there are many ladybugs ... I have an idea! - Very thoughtful Pitusa said ..." I think we can help Pusi "he concluded. Mr. Mole
presented Pusi house accompanied by a large number of ladybugs. Pelusi
"Look, here are your moles ... and these are not removed with water, "said Mr. Mole very happy with the new idea.
Ladybugs got on the tail of the squirrel in circles like a polka.
- What genius! - Said Pusi -
"My cousin is going to be shocked to see me," thought the squirrel radiant with her new look.
- I am very happy! Thank you Mr. Mole, "said Pusi between jumps and laughs.
-Uf `goodness! Now we can breathe easy in the woods Panda jiji said when he saw the new solution.
The next day was her cousin. Panda, Topo, Kimono and jokes accompanied her to the bus station. Ladybugs also went with them, were placed in his tail as assayed the day before. "There comes
Pusi said excitedly.
suddenly started blowing a gale, which swept the ladybugs off of its tail. Her cousin was already heading towards it ...
- Pusi! How she longed to see you, "Isa said hugging her. Forest Road
Pusi could not resist to ask, "Whither the moon? In your letter you told me that it is fashionable. Isa
taught her a polka dot bow tied to its tail-You like it? - Asked Pusi
- Moles of which take me about a handkerchief?
Pusi asked incredulously ... "Sure Where do you want you take it? "Stuck in line? Haha, "said Isa, laughing.
- Stuck in the queue! What nonsense Are not kids? Jajaja Pusi said looking at his friends so embarrassed, trying to hide what he felt foolish. Once
Pusi house, Isa pulled a large white ribbon, filled with pink polka dots. He gave it to her tail. Pusi put it, looked in the mirror and and began to laugh, remembering the painted polka dots. Everyone laughed with her What fools they were! Jajaja
Isa watched without understanding what made them so funny. His cousin told him everything they did just to impress.
- Ha ha ha! - Isabella laughed nonstop jajajaj A lunar tail! Hahaha what happened
Pusi great with her cousin and promised herself never to be so smug!
Do you think it's worth having a bad time just to show off? A not!
Orange Orange ... the story is over Will you like it?
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Cuchu

Confidentiality Clause In A Lease Agreement

Alejandro Neyra

I had the pleasure of meeting with Alejandro Neyra through the mediation of a mutual friend, Jorge Eduardo Benavides. The next day, after reading some stories of Alexander, I understood that he was facing an important Peruvian writer of these times and it was essential to include one of his stories in this anthology to be arming inches.

Alejandro Neyra takes his life in his diplomatic career and literature. It degree in Law from the Pontificia Universidad Catolica del Peru and Masters in Diplomacy from the Diplomatic Academy of Peru . He served as delegate to the Permanent Representation of Peru to the International Organizations in Geneva and now works in the office of Minister of Foreign Affairs.

Meanwhile, in the other side of his life, as he explains. a BA in Literature from the University Nacional Mayor de San Marcos. Author of books of short stories "Distinguished Peruvian (Solar, 2005)," Peruvians do it better "(Sarita Cartonera, 2007) and" Distinguished Peruanas "(Solar, 2009) as well as various articles and stories published in literary magazines . Currently preparing another book of short stories: "Natural Disasters."

CINDERELLA

Collect especially plastics, papers, bits and pieces of whatever. And Hyde Park is a huge park. Sometimes even eating some leftovers that lies between the grass and shrubs and some people left to pass him, thinking he is a pauper. Sometimes little hunting squirrels away from any of the four thousand trees in the park. Not eat. Only catch and play with them, feeds them, embraces them and returns them to their favorite branches. Well, not always in Hyde Park. There are many parks and the city is so big.

Follow him to London and realize that you are alone. It's not like those vagrants who are recognized and sleep together, embrace and gush in the most unclean. On the contrary, everything in it is pristine.

back very late to a house in Chelsea. Go up the stairs. And just open the door, it's time it will be seen that the springs inside a dim light but clear. A halo of cleanliness and the smell of cleanliness, which suggests a gleaming house full of furniture and polished floors. And it's true. At this time may not house cleaner in London. You may not have in the world.

The route of the separation between the house and found Gumersinda Amantaní their island, is exactly thirty-nine hours. Twenty minutes' walk from the house to Paddington station, and then fifteen from there to Heathrow Airport. Two hours of waiting due to new restrictions and airline security checks before departure. Direct flight to Madrid, it will be always better to travel in an airline in the English-speaking lasting one hour and twenty minutes. There, wait three hours before flying to Lima for eleven hours and forty minutes (with the scales and wait is the same as traveling through Amsterdam or New York, its other alternatives.) When leaving the airport Jorge Chavez but can not start on the first flight the next day, so overnight in Lima, more precisely in Cieneguilla, at her brother, who arrived in Lima long after her. Three hours there and three back to Cieneguilla rest would allow only four hours, but at that time can not sleep because his brother was invited for a beer, corn and cheese, lawita of potato flour, beans, pork guinea pig style Amantaní, and machine guns with questions about England. They are actually mean they get half answers questions because Gumersinda knows little of Nolberto Solano, and yes, lives in Chelsea, but knows nothing of a football team with that name or know any Pizarro. Gumersinda takes flight at six in the morning and put your feet about eight Juliaca. Wait a few minutes that fight to get a good seat in the taxi that carried ten suns the Capachica (San Salvador). There you will find the ferry to the island, although there is some eleven in the morning. But family (especially her sisters) will not let her rest for a while. After nearly two days and twenty hours of flight with various interruptions, Gumersinda sleep, this time not in a beautiful Victorian style bed but on a mattress stuffed with straw.

Well, actually this is what would happen if Gumersinda back. But this does not happen since 1968. Now Gumersinda is too important a task to be done.

- Have you read the Apocalypse Idiot? "Natalia asked me point blank, just sat down.

it is common for me to do those kinds of questions, to show their intellectual outlook is wider than my poor, sad, rigid and limited view on things engineering. Its aim is to remind me that she knows more, much more than me, and that their world is richer. And to me, the truth, I do not care as it does to see her rich, intelligent and beautiful panoramically, listen for hours to tell me about his new literary research while I mentally drooling thinking about how nice it would kiss her, caress her, waking up next her in an apartment built for me.

Now, being distracted, as usual, had not understood what I wanted to ask. Had I asked about the Apocalypse? Or by an idiot? Always the same, always lost in my dreams. My ex was right. I am a foolish romantic, a being from another era, someone who falls for a feeling and the same mental history. As she fell in love as he often does a child. That's my feminine side. Should be, after all, I told my ex (psychologist) I am a man vaginally. A great listener ...

- You hear me? Hey, did you hear me? You're on the moon, for a change ...

- Huh? No, sorry. Idiot. Who? Of Tolstoy, right?

-Ayayay. No, no. The Idiot of the Apocalypse. Is a collection of poems by William Chirinos Cuneo.

- Who?

-Guillermo Chirinos Cuneo. It is a strange poet. A poet chalaco the sixties. Just published a book of poems ...

- Idiot of the Apocalypse.

"That

. Did you know?

"No, it sounds like. But why should I know about him? "It Callao?

"Yes, of course. It lived around your house. In San Jose.

- In San Jose?

San Jose, my neighborhood. Where out bike riding as a child. Border between Lima and Callao really, middle-class neighborhood not decide, as its inhabitants, whether it was more Lima or Callao, more tense or port city bold. I grew up there, yes, ashamed to say who lived in that neighborhood that belonged to these whims of cities, the port, being closer to the center of the city from the sea. I lived there. But the neighborhood could make the emergence of a poet? A real poet?

"Yes. A poet in San Jose. At that thought, right? What do you think that a poet must be born in a cradle of gold? Or die in misery? Or live in Paris, London or New York? Or what?

"No, no. If not ... well, yes. It seems strange. Do you know where exactly?

"Well, I have a direction, yes. Should be close to home ...

Gumersinda not clean. Clean, remove dirt, that almost anyone can do. Gumersinda not leave things as new, for that they are detergents and liquid dishwashing commercials. She leaves everything truly pristine, untouched, just created. That does not make any. And that was what made it different. That's what allowed him to stay in London when not speak English. In some ways it was also forcing her to leave after being with the family of William.

Amantaní 's trip to Lima was real. His sister was the first to reach the capital, thanks to a premium is placed with a family of the newly created urban San José, Bellavista, Callao. Lived in that place and some provincial families, who came years ago with great effort. But there were also families who had to leave the city center and yet had no money to buy houses in Miraflores or San Isidro, where everyone was doing well in those years. Callao was going to condemn themselves to ostracism. The same thing happened to the people who had homes in La Punta, a stronghold of an oligarchy endangered chalaca wanted out of this old resort into disuse, but had no money to leave the port and that the sum came to settle in this new development, residing in the real landless and history.

had not been another possibility for a recent widow who had nothing more than a teenager who wrote poems and did not seem to want a decent profession, as people. A the family of his widowed mother and son came Gumersinda poet, thanks to the recommendation of a premium: the end of 1967.

cleaned out everything in that big empty house, especially the huge garden and sad, and the fourth of the young, always messy and filthy.

Gumersinda left everything again. It was a gift, one of those inexplicable wonders. Even in the fourth youth, who are bent by adding strange items and write in books that nobody could see. She did not understand but he did. He realized that this little woman with dark skin, his girl (what a luxury private property!) Had the gift to create, to invent. As the first poet, one who made the world with a verb, or perhaps a poem. She did what he could not help but scratch paper and scribble books and insisted on hearing the voice of the creator. He could not. She does.

We were in the park in my home. It had to be a signal. A wink of fate. Natalie and I sat on the bench in silence. She thinking of this poet and I just watching beautiful in your question, in its silence.

"Funny that this poet has lived there in front of your house and you do not mind.

- Huh?

"That's strange that William Chirinos has lived here in the same park, and you will not have heard.

"Well, I told you. If this old fool who sat smoking at the same banking, in fact, he met him. Well, I knew not, but I saw it. I do not let out much of my home and had to ride a bike around the park, never far away. In the afternoon, before I touch back home, he came to sit here. My mom said that I approached, I was a stoner. Just seemed to me that was a little crazy.

-A misunderstood, another poet misunderstood.

I do not know if misunderstood. It seemed crazy, I told you. Sure, if it was him ...

"Yes, it was. Matches your description. Shortly before his death in 1997, a couple of poets made him an interview was not published.

was published but I do not know. He knows everything. She knows everything. The life of the best writers, the famous novelists of the misunderstood bohemian, poets, hippies. I only know a bit about strength of materials, how much is needed for a house will not fall, so that if there was an earthquake a building remains standing and does not collapse. She, beautiful, intelligent. I filled numbers in his head. I as a test boring; her a poem.

- ... poem.

- Huh?

- You hear me? You never listen.

"No, yes. Yes, but do not know. A poem?

"I do not hear, idiot of the Apocalypse.

"Yes, the poems.

"No, idiot of the Apocalypse are you, turkey ... - she said, laughing. Making fun of me, but so beautiful and so confidently made me happy. There, in my park, the two laughing. Sitting on the banks of the poet.

She liked that. Because he could do what he does. Create. Just fell in love. She attracted by this strange young man as white and different, they almost never left his room. Him because he knew she was the real poet. Between 1966 and 1967 he wrote - thanks to Gumersinda, no doubt, these eight poems, "Red City", "Dolls", "Cats Night", "Autumn", "The earthquake", "The collapse," "Cinderella "and" Idiot of the Apocalypse. " Since it was at home, since they both loved the simplicity of ignorance, William was able to write. Create like her. And yet he wrote "Cinderella" because I thought that after all he had before taking advantage of his naive provincial girl.

- Cinderella?

- You were the servant of my house / You had a quarter of terraces and stairs / And your breasts collapsed in my eyes, / my eyes fell, collapsed: / A cascade deflowered: / Ano and blood , Cinderella- Natalia recited from memory.

"Geez, a little strong. So this leg wrote the poem after raping his employee ... and put up "Cinderella" ... it happened, right?

I do not know.

"A little bit. You know everything, Natalia. This girl abused his leg and then dedicated a poem. It was a damn ...

"That sounds horrible.

"Sorry ... but the poem says things worse.

I do not know. It's poetry. But in any case it is curious that said. Many consider Chirinos as a damned poet. But you can not say anything about poetry ...

- Poetry? It sounds too real. I do not understand how anyone can write poetry after raping his employee. Is wrong, right?

"Poetry is neither good nor evil. Poetry is.

- Is it? It's a dirty trick if so. I mean I can rape you now, but then if I write poetry and sounds okay?

I do not know. No. I do not think. Poetry comes from the heart.

"And going into the bowels if you also violated, Natalia. Sorry. But if the employee violated leg was, like it or not, a savage. An idiot.

I do not think that has been violated.

"The poem seems a bit real, right?

"Yes, indeed. But it is not true. Poetry just is. The literature simply is. Can not be judged as any fact reality. addition, you never violate.

"You never know, Natalia. You never know.

She is quiet, beautiful. Never violate you, Natalia. Sorry. Never. Nobody who truly loves to rape someone. No. You can not.

're my Cinderella said the poet. And he recited things she did not understand. Gumersinda barely understand English. But he liked to sleep with the young. I liked it because after going to bed he spoke, and although she did not understand anything, I knew things were beautiful. knew he loved her. understand that word

He would say things and liked to see her smile. He hardly spoke. The words just came out, but he felt that each was made possible by it. A woman. Poma, Famula, celery, yellow, bottom ash . She was the one who gave life to words. She was his word and poetry. He nothing but a stupid doomsday reader, an idiot of Revelation.

banking That we were Natalia and I, the banks of the poet, would be our bench. She was thinking that after long discussion and allowed to embrace, pat. Left to give him a kiss on the forehead, another in the nose, more in their eyes, his neck in his mouth. Had been disarmed. She was always so confident, let me do what I wanted. I was kissing and caressing her small firm breasts, her thighs under tight torn jeans. Natalia just let me. And when I did not know what else to do, inexperienced in love for real unarmed except that bulk undisguised attack on his pants, I stopped.

"What a wicked game I play.

-What?! "I said, just waking up my outbursts. We met in English classes and it was normal that sometimes interrupt me with a sentence gringota. But this time was different.

-Sorry, Chicho. We can not continue. Sorry. I thought I could feel what I felt Cinderella. But I do not want raped ...

- "rape you?! I would never violate, Natalia. Never.

- Why not?

"Because I'm in love. Clearly, no? I love you. More than anyone else. I do not know what happened. It was as if ...

-As if you wanted to rape me.

"No, no.

-Admit it.

"Well, really I do not know ... Did you do that just to prove that the violation of your poet was not rape?

"Almost. Actually I'm not sure. I thought I could feel something ... Sorry, Chicho. I did not want this to happen.

- You did not want this to happen?! "I did not want to fall in love with you?! You're crazy!

"Maybe, yes. Well, sorry again. I have to go ... see you in class tomorrow.

He walked quickly to his car, parked just a few feet from our bench. It was almost eleven. We had been there all night. And from Callao to your beautiful neighborhood was more than an hour's drive. On another occasion I had stopped, he would have continued and would have gone with her before returning in combination only after spending one hour talking in front of his home. Would have taken more than doubled between walking to the nearest whereabouts, expecting a Custer to take me downtown Lima, and then took my combi Lima-La Punta, taking care not to rob me at the corner of Tacna and Beehive finally arriving at my house. But this time I moved. It was as if was glued to the bench. And however, after a moment, to see her leave, I realized it was true. His was a malicious game. And I a fool who was still in love. This time at least had kissed, that was what I had dreamed all day, waking and sleeping, for over a year. And no one danced me to remove it.

Cinderella had to leave when William's mother realized her son was in love. If nothing had happened just lying or had abused her. But William had fallen in love. I was crazy about her. And the worst part was that somehow she understood. Gumersinda was not beautiful, but did well what was asked, was simple, quiet and delicate. But no. I could not let William continue well. It was enough to devote himself to poetry and did not have a fixed office. Or maybe yes. Maybe she could change. But I could not get any better? Did it have to be a cholita a lost island of Titicaca?

Gumersinda had to take their belongings and leave at dawn. And he was silent, without saying goodbye to William. Walked aimlessly known to the one place he knew. It was toward the center of Lima.

Why still wanted if he had played with me? If kisses were nothing but a joke to test myself and prove his theory about rape? Did not understand. Maybe it was my narrow-mindedness. Or my lack of experience. I imagined that Natalia had begun to lay the foundation for a future relationship. There were already structures and a little cement, columns grew, and when we kiss (along with metaphors - I can too), I thought it was time to start emptying. To fill the roof and place the concrete, armed as he was. And suddenly, when the scaffolding seemed complete, all collapsed. Inside me, however, still wanting to see her in the classroom, where her blonde hair and smell distracted me forever. He sat by her side to share every year in English, to further humiliate me with excellent pronunciation, his sarcastic smile every time I made a stupid mistake. Living without dignity.

Unless our contact in English, spent several days without calling. I did not know what to say or how to convince ourselves alone again. I had to find out more of the enigmatic poet. I started to ask my family and my neighbors and I decided to finally go home, talk to the old lady who lived there, the mother of apocalyptic idiot. It was actually her.

just asked for William, his son, the poet, his eyes widened and without a word I made it happen. We talked in a large room, occupied only by a rickety chair and a
wooden bench where I sat. The other furniture was a vast and ancient Victrola in which a station could be heard passing those romantic songs of the past. Hence the poet's mother told me of the story, that I needed to excuse Natalia call and invite me back to sitting on a park bench, our bench.

Old Gumersinda perfectly remembered.

"Well. You know it's a rite of passage almost accepted in our society. The right of the master over his servant. A droit de seigneur veiled transferred to XXI century, well, the twentieth century in the case of the poet.

- Pardon? I can not believe I say that.

"But you know?

"Of course I understand you. I understand all your theorizing about the modern droit de seigneur. I do not understand is another thing: you, you always say you should not confuse the real author of the poetic voice or something, now accept that the poet may have written this after raping Gumersinda.

"Well, yes. You can not ... no, should not confuse the person of flesh and blood with the author of a work. But in this case if what you said the old that is true ...

"What I said is nothing old. She believes they were lovers. And so out of the house to the girl.

"Which also is normal.

- Normal?

"Well, I guess that would be afraid that cholita had a son, or a grandchild of it, right?

- And you think that's normal?

-Normalazo. Hallucinates that the pregnant me my old driver.

"I botarían the jato.

"Well, never happen. But men are weaker with the meat, right?

knew this was telling me about what happened the last time. Gradually, the conversation was invaded by a very different feeling her love for her until then. I could not suddenly say that he hated, either. But their words, their justifications were for me unacceptable. "Having a child of the chola ',' droit de seigneur modern." Theorizing that holding something that seemed insignificant.

walked without destination. It was very early and when he came to the center was surprised to hear such thunderous noise. The very earth shook. continued walking towards the Plaza de Armas . Intended to arrive and sit on a bench to rest your feet. But it was coming. The tanks were approaching (they had been up until dawn). She did not know who was General Velasco neither would have imagined that new president. It was October 3.

A soldier saw her, fell from one of the tanks that would Plaza de Armas and tried to force there. Cornered against one of the pillars of the church of La Merced and began to tearing. Her screams attracted the attention of a passing car. A blond man huge and got down to approach from behind the soldier. Barely pushed him and told him it was the British Ambassador in Peru. That girl was his girl and everything she did create a diplomatic incident. The soldier did nothing but he managed to accommodate pants that had begun to get off and parked outside this huge gringo who barely understood, but he was dressed like a general, and certainly should be. He mumbled an apology and escorted to the car, where they awaited a very fat blonde woman and two girls, about three years, white as never seen before.

The car pulled immediately. Ambassador White was on his way to the airport to board the first flight of Braniff headed for the U.S., destination London. Gumersinda go with them. No one would ask questions, the country had suffered the twenty-seventh coup in its history. No one was to questions at that time.

"I was afraid to impregnate the girl. Gumersinda was falling in love.

"And you threw it.

- was the maid of the house!

-As much as Guillermo was in love. And she surely.

- The employee! Do you understand? Do you think your mother would like you you'll love your job?

"No, guess not.

"Me neither.

"But as I said before, William was in love.

- Sure, I was in love! It was a pretty girl! Different! I knew he was going to find at night, and sometimes she went to her room. Ever spies. I was listening. Guillermo told nice things. And she learned to read with him. Do you understand? Were falling in love, but I could not leave.

"Yes, I understand more or less. Calm down, ma'am. Quiet.

"In the end it was my fault. If I had not missed perhaps Guillermo did not end well.

"Relax, lady, quiet.

The old woman was agitated. His eyes sparkled under the sole focus of the room. Now repent. He knew he had screwed up. William, tell me then searched for her for days, weeks, everywhere. But it was October 1968. Right in the middle of the stroke of Chinese Velasco. There were complications. Never seen again.

Guillermo had changed during the time he was in love with Gumersinda. But when she was returned to his depression and his stuff. Out all day to walk, look. His health was ruined. Drink. Drugs. He was first admitted, did rehabilitation at home later. Thus began his journey to death, and with it the increased suffering of the mother. That old lady who had fallen asleep in his chair after having cried in front of me. Me.

Gumersinda was installed in the White house in London, and worked with them for five years. He still had his magic skills to make things as new. The people who went to the home of the White ambassadors were impressed with her marriage and when he had to travel again outside your country, Gumersinda stayed in London. He realized that he could work on several houses and make more money. Let him occupy the White house of Chelsea as they went to their mission in South Africa, where they were brutally murdered in a racist so many misfortunes.

Gumersinda stood alone again, this time in London, with those white saviors residence had been left to care and nobody would claim ever. Would be to live there. It was there that one day in 1999, more than twenty years later, she received a letter that had been around the world. The letter from William, his dear William. Gumersinda read a poem but just understand, but still answered.

normal "Then you think that the poet has raped the girl.

"Well, as you were love.

"That's what the mother thinks.

-Never mind.

- Whether you have violated or not the girl!

"If after the rape wrote that poem, no matter.

- does not matter?!

"Sometimes suffering can create the most beautiful artistic expression.

- What?!

"Thousands of artists have been inspired suffering.

-A touch. I guess you talk about war, death. One's own suffering. Not rape someone. Not killing someone.

"I told you. If after art has emerged worthwhile.

-Pucha you bad, ah.

I do not know how much trouble you get ... if it was also his employee. Security was one of those who seek cholitas pendejas sure the pattern. A Natacha.

- Puta, why you are dumb!

- What did you say?!

"That you're a dumb. A co-Ju-da!

Those were the last words he spoke to Natalia, who, offended, stood on the bench I thought would be ours. I do not know how many insults I threw. I'm not interested. I realized what had happened. I did not want. I was in love with a beautiful girl who thinks that art is above all, the lives, death, love. Absolutely everything. I realized that I could not tolerate. Since then never showed up in class English. I kept going. Segui also visiting the old lady, mother of William Chirinos Cuneo. And since then I started reading more poetry. But I have fallen in love.

Gumersinda The answer came when Guillermo Chirinos was already very serious. It was a miracle that the first letter arrived. A miracle greater than the response it did. The poet died a few months later, in December 1999. But before he died, in one of their deluded dreams, packed all his poems and letters returned and sent to the address of Chelsea was the recipient of the letter Gumersinda.

Since then she goes to visit London to find small things to pick up and carry your shiny home. There is only a messy room in the house. A basement room that is very similar-in fact- is identical to that in which forty years before she and William had begun to recognize words and objects. Consists mainly of plastic, paper, pieces, bits and pieces of whatever. With them goes home and locks herself in that room that may sometimes appear Guillermo Chirinos Cuneo, and where if you could get in, understand what the true Poetry.