had known what would happen next, she would have gone to the hairdresser and would bold bought a dress for premiere yesterday, before plunging into the void from the floor one hundred and three of the huge skyscrapers, while trying to achieve a role that the wind blew his desk and pushed outward. Once in the air, everything was expected to whack undeniable but, at the height of the floor forty-two, his body fell into the arms of a young providential good-looking and muscular, wearing a blue lycra tights and red and layer set, very elegant, which rose as much as his beautiful, black toupee. Thereafter, the decline was a delightful walk down to the street, where he politely said goodbye lover and went back to the heights, but not before saying yes, that today could again be in the same place and same time. And today she releases a new dress, chosen deliberately, and carefully arranged to keep the appointment with his mysterious savior. And at the appointed time without fear is thrown out the window of his study, and take advantage of the collapse of the facade of the building to put the final touches to makeup. But this time nobody expected the plant against forty-two. And to get to the fourteen, convinced of the camp, is forced to admit that, if it is hard to lose a cloud and feet touching the ground, the harder it will have to do it on its head.
Text: Pedro Herrero
IV Winner National Award The Basing fiction in 2008 - Montcada i Reixac
Text: Pedro Herrero
IV Winner National Award The Basing fiction in 2008 - Montcada i Reixac
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