6.30 in the morning. Walk to the bus stop. Did not eat breakfast and it can be seen in thy face. Casting a glance toward the end of the street, you see a guy appear dangerous aspect. He is dressed in black and appears to be standing there, looking. Still walking, he remains still, the dark will not let you see his face clearly. I squeezed my eyes, the light forces and envision something more clear. You get to see and realize that it is a trash. No wonder you is not the first time from a distance confused and streetlights bins with people.
You get to the bus stop and wait in their absence. Spend 10 minutes in a large pan blue rectangular shaped approaches from the end of the avenue. Tighten eyes again, go back to squinting and get to see the bus number. Make sure that it is yours and you do a signal to the driver so he knows he has to stop. Begins to slow as it approaches you. Finally for. The doors open and you raise.
You greet the driver, bags spades card and the guards and head to one of the back seats. Leave in the seat next to the red carpet and the German book under his arm. You sigh and close your eyes trying to sleep. The bus slams on the brakes. You open your eyes again. Two brothers come up and repeat the process you did before you. You know they are brothers because they are twins. Closes his eyes. The bus stops again and you reopen it. Upload that girl who writes stories of Harry Potter in a notebook that has faded and ugliest point Carmen de Mairena newly erected. You desist in your attempt to sleep. You decide to look out the window. You can not see what you put on posters information.
You say to yourself, unless you see Pepe Leches, Fran.
Moralina cheap: confused bins and lampposts with people is not normal. Squinting to see, is not. If this is your case, please glasses. If you do not like, like me, wear contact lenses. If in doing so discover that your girlfriend is a corn Malay ... I would not be in your shoes.
PD: two diopters of myopia explain that you do not see three in a donkey.
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