On Thursday night unforgettable, 'cha I have much to say. Daggiana were with the round about Quilca buying books (for her, of course) and I knew that the match was about to begin. Aunarme wanted the faithful who had already secured a table in the Queirolo to view on television. Look, I will honest, I was aware it would be difficult to aim for a win. The Student is a equipaso. But as long as this feeling inside me that wants to stubborn swells the contrary, always to bet on the impossible and see what happens ...... while still feeling all those feelings as straws, I can never miss a new game of my beloved team. That really is what I was passionate about football, that unbreakable habit to remain faithful to a cause, some colors, which in turn are more just and prefect reason to challenge the course of life for 90 minutes. So I was like crazy, eager and attentive to the game my whole life Alliance was pending Thursday.
As I said, were buying books. And never miss a radio to tune to Radio Programas del Peru (How about cherry, but it's true). I did not realize or kickoff when I heard a goal and thinking it was some propaganda of rechargeable batteries I was waiting for an attestation as to whether it was true. What the hell happened? The voice of the cholo Efraín Trelles me soon hit the floor. Gol de Estudiantes de La Plata at 8 seconds. Cuuuunchasumadre!
Yes, there like most thought we were going to fuck it feiiiio. What a terrible and Matute yet! Still need to see with my own eyes what was happening. It is inhuman to have to endure the drama of football through the radio signal. But he proposed to go a new pasajito Daggi books. Haha, not like waiting in the background that maybe there was the answer. Cross the next block, and boy I was right.
One type, very manly manners and a booming voice that I had thought only possible in the movies, we invited spend and, as he suggested, "what we zambulleramos" in his vast collection of literature. My girl wanted something of Samuel Beckett. I noticed with some relief that the other vendors who shared the room with him this voice type macha ... were glued to Fox Sports to see what he painted perhaps another demerit. Well then, at least had TV. Daggiana
not decided. The man asked him what that thing was exactly looking for, what the author, and a bit disappointed to say he was behind a little gem achievable. That Beckett would be complicadito find something around here.
Then I realized that my girlfriend and I were both behind two quite distant destinations, but equally difficult. She and her taste in books and I with my passion for football. Two hard nuts to crack with two cases that seemed doomed to be lost.
"Hey daughter, tell me one thing, there must be something else you're looking for," added the man (who I suspect must have read at least once World Grand Clerk ) without giving up and stroking his beard white. Timorous Daggiana mentioned a work of Bryce, which itself was now in stock. The man, master of his kingdom, he took an issue that was said 20 soles. Neither me or Daggiana we felt that the issue was worth the price. Seemed to be too shabby. The type, very jopende him infallible then decided to put her experience argument, of greed and the wisdom that, as he himself describes, he had been given "more than 50 years reading and reading." "This edition is 20 because it is not either. Mira Stay there a while, want to see a less expensive but more Pinton ... well here you have mine. I'm not here to deceive you, girl. If you want to take her and if not I will I can trust the book. Tell me What you lose by accepting a trade? I am trusting in you, I will not deceive you, I want you who are young are nourished by all that I have here and learn " Daggiana smiled nervously and then the guy looked at me and Strikes: "Dude, the problem is that your generation has come into the world learned that trust is a defect, and that is why all you are suspicious of the ability to move forward with this country. Because it is you who truly hold the reins, but who? "
Her words were compelling, he never stopped talking and I could not stop looking. Fuck what my party Alliance?!
Daggiana silent picked up an edition of Balzac's Pere Goriot and now I was convinced that this was to take it apart. The man followed me speaking, and by now I had forgotten about the football when ..
¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡ GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I turned to see the display. Celebrated the Espanyol players lying on the grass. Abruptly interrupted the conversation with the old one to drop a belt out a scream only euphoria.
Daggiana was Pere Goriot, or rather the man she trusted him with the condition that they bring it back, so if she liked it, continue reading this chain and loans (and of straw as hear, my friends). All too excited and gratitude we bid farewell to the subject, the movie really, and we hurried to Queirolo to see the rest of the game. And boy, what happened next, did not seem to be quite of this world.
was a 4 to 1 that made me scream gibberish like the rest of Peru. Gifts of life that one would do that "'cha which I played." Dear God has made us one. I've been the whole Alliance my life so I do not feel no more or less swollen. We are who we are and sometimes, like now ultimito, we have to smile and inflate the chest over the account. Will have to see what happens in the next matches of the Copa Libertadores. At the moment everything turns to hope. And yes, I doubt that playing Magic Zorrito Aguirre, the difficulty is causing me lack of Silvia at home, my current Daggiana time, and the lord of the books ... are things that do not have a powerful connection. Definitely not coincidences.
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