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... and we left the broom!

"If a man walked into a dream paradise,
and gave him a flower as proof
that had been there,
and whether
waking found that flower in his hand ... then what? "
-ST Coleridge

M

Mary is a very beautiful woman who lives near a bush very nice and there, in the mountains. Mary is almost always there, and she likes: she goes every Sunday and pick the berries from thorny bushes growing in the valley of the bush. Berries that grow there are very sweet and red, and Mary with them makes a heavenly jam that bathes a very rich cake.

She says the secret of the cake are not berries, but another ingredient that is also there (in the bush). Close says she is a farm with cows. The farm is there gentlemen. Well, there are always cows eat grass "in this valley, and return in the afternoon to the farm, after they have eaten enough. On the way they've been doing these cows out some fungi, while the moon is shining brightness and the spray you saw the flowers at night. Mary when you go in the morning of Sunday, he tells us carries two bags, putting you in a delicious berries and in another, then another gets a magic mushroom.
When you return, spend two hours and invites us to his house. We always go on Sundays, a good time talking and laughing and eating cake with blackberry lime juice.
is very nice to be there. Yesterday

just told us, laughing and blushing cheeks, the secret of your cake (so out of this reality). I have to admit: These snacks that heavenly cake made by this beauty, then, after a while we ate, we put as in a trance subtle things to see and feel very different from the ordinary. We did not know the thoughts and ethereal, as if we were no more than spectators in a world of abstract and dynamic, but, paradoxically simple. And we laughed a lot, better! how we laughed when we go on Sundays. Come to group therapy!, We always mocking and showing the purple rings you gave us, each with a finger.

A

At first we thought that Mary was a witch, and haunted us because, well, what else is going to think of one? Because it is a fantastic woman and it is a be really peculiar. And because we are people bewitched us unstable and we wanted to teach something, because she sure is unstable, and learned to channel the thing. In the end, is like a spiritual master very sexy, but not a witch. We simply does his company, and she too sure of us (if not, invite us, we said once)

was after Mary told us the truth : She is the daughter of a fairy who fled the forest because it smelled as much to trash the forest and the fairy, and who became a woman, and was pregnant when she did (for an elf, she says), and when daughter was born that was also human as the mother, and that was it. What, then, had five hundred fifty-seven years in this world. Fifty-eight -corrected the same day of his birthday. Coming from far away.
not to tell anyone.

At first, I do not deny, "he thought, but of course! Who is not going to believe a half hour after eating this cake so delicious that we prepared the hell? Huh? Who?
Then we laughed and loved (it said when we were doing something fun; seriously ) walking through the mountains and valleys, looking for rare stones and animal watching, and that air, and those colors, all that. Sometimes even play anything (that was not to be hippies.)
pure love, the end (really).

R

Today. Today we are not home. Today we will go with the terminal ( airport and aircraft, no, no, no, not that I prefer to fly without wings my life, no to-do , once told us) is going to Paují to live near the forest, near Jasper, about life, my loves, life , and therefore we expect to see one day there, and which is not far away, we looked tacamajaca incense and a cake even richer (of a fruit can not remember), it'll take seeds from which she likes. We give a kiss and is mounted on the bus.

- You'll see! Soon we'll order in this mess. I'm going to a convention of fairy, my little lives, ha-das, and I'm over there I was caring!

Y el bus arrancó y nos dejó con un beso y olor a gasolina y muchas sonrisas y un ¡los espero pronto!

Fue muy lindo. Nos pone como bobos esa mujer.

Í

Bueno, ya es de noche. Ahora, estamos acá, en casa de Fausto, bebiendo canelita, recordando tantas cosas y riéndonos de tantos asuntos… Nos hace muy bien su compañía, realmente es como una terapia estar con esa mujer. Es como el color que le saca luz a las cosas (y nosotros are those things that need light)
Yes, happily melancholy walk: three men are spiteful.
And drunk.

That Mary is a witch, boy -end finishing with a certainty as absolute and accomplice, really is a witch pussy
... (At the time the pieces of ice crashed almost melted into the vessels imprisoned by our hands, and their sound dry, wet, was as a warning:) And right there at that moment, all we see the corner, and saw him several times, and blink to see it again, see what it is was, and then we all looked stunned, participants a fantasy that ended in laughter and surprise faces of unsuspecting children and those old fairy tales, right beside the bathroom door, there it was:

See? So we left the broom and all to join us! There he is! See? There he is!

A

Martin-who was sitting right next to the aisle, would have encountered one of the corners of the table (where it was the bottle) just in time when all we realize the holy broom and exorbitant us laugh too, for the broom and then ... until then did the alcohol, one thing led to another: now, there were many pieces of broken glass on the floor to pick up (and Canelita all these glasses, univalent a moment ago, guarding).

- Word some ... Pana, some word, "said stunned, Martin, in disbelief, while sweeping that disaster.