Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Built Like Denise Milani

Envy gives me Luis Miguel Aguilar and Peripatetic Chamaeleon

A letter I sent to the poet and columnist for the Millennium. X)

Dear sir. I keep every Wednesday
his column "The chameleon peripatetic" is surprising be your friend, how where you get it?, does anyone gave it?, did you buy?, "he just came from Cuba and settled in peripato?, I lean toward the latter, because I do not think that someone who has been bought or given away could learn to read well or have the chameleon culture shows, to say nothing of its sensitivity, as he is able to show what they read or what you feel in your skin, reaching a betrayal, because what you think shines even said something completely different.

You see, I have him envy, not bad, but I have it. You are not to know or I to tell, but as you have a friend multicolor I live with a kitten, black, amber eyes and long whiskers, quite the opposite.

She came to me when, with whom he lived before, a friend of mine, was urged by his family to let her up for adoption or otherwise the output bounces on the Mexico-Puebla, kittens and that it had ended the patience that you had, since then she's here with me.

is well known that the kittens can not read and write, but then I thought it would be great to have someone to talk about things that I like, so I wanted to teach and I did. The problem was that I could not get that she liked the same things me.

is said to teach you to swim a horse, but if you can get the horse learns to swim back then I've accomplished something. Well, something similar happened with my cat, black, long whiskers. As he learned to read and write instead of fall back to my book gives for leaving in the morning to buy the TVnotas or La Prensa, or worse, will buy used copies of the Weekly Book still are reached newsstands get some magazines.

Soon, with their newly acquired knowledge, learned how to turn on the TV and radio, also began making phone calls and even brokered my old cell phone that he had hidden it revived and began to send messages to your friends. Even got a Hotmail account and started to chat on Messenger. At first I liked it because I could speak with her in my work, but it took all day. At work, when I connected, I speak in lolcat, which is one of those macarrizaciones with which hackers, children 13 years and puberty of 16 are reported in the SMS or messengers.

Can I have a cheesburguer?

For example, when greeting, I see you have a header of type "E We qidas t (L) (L)" and I usually return the greeting with phrases like "i, k TAS grabbing", and so on.

I have come to suspect that your chameleon is so grown for exotic animal condition and that my cat is by its status as a common animal. Ultimately there are more kittens in the world chameleons, right? But that answer does not convince me.

Well, what remedy. What other change is that she never, even with his vocabulary and his stuff is still a noble and loving animal, I have a father-daughter relationship with her, because for all practical purposes that I'm for it, I see instead that the relationship you take Chameleon is your guys, which of course is fine. Please send

of my greetings and respects to the Chameleon in his Peripato also ask me my regards to your shoe insomniac.
I remain, faithfully,
Da Mustang
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