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Benji - Jordi Martí

He-Who-me-da-eating up early, around the time the sun rises I hope, as always, at the door of her nest, wagging his tail. I know it's early, but I have hunger. Actually, I always I have hunger. When he leaves, I stroked his head and says something warm next to the word "Benji." I can smell her dream, but also leaves Nest aroma of La-to-me-da-de-eating female. Well, the last. It's the one, two, passing through the Nest since the last time it was hot. Uncle is an arrow. A real alpha male. For this reason and because it feeds me, I ignore him and obey him, well, more or less.

Before getting into the water room, I filled the bowl of colorful cookies. I like the color-eat meat first and then the color-grass. Then drink water and I pass by the teeth and I sit in front of the door to the room of water waiting to come out to get me a ride. However, when it eludes me and gets into the nest. As
left the door open, entered behind him. Is dressing, while talking to the female. A wave of that sweet smell that humans in heat off me enters the nose, and try me out and making a grunt rascándomelo. Now I see that talk about me, because He-Who-me-da-de-comer is pointing me. Just when dressed, he tells me one of those things that I can not understand, but in the middle as I hear the word "outside" the tail wagging thinking we're going to walk. But no, it does is get me out of the nest, say hello, and leaving home.
I guess I will draw a walk La-than-me-da-of-eating-female, who still sleeps in the nest. I start to have to pee, but I remember the slap I got behind the ears and the cold bath the last time I did. I hate water. While looking by the window at the birds of the garden in front of the house, and houses-small metal-to-move to pass under the trees.
I think it's been a long time, because the sun is already high in the sky, when the female leaves the nest at last. Smacks more sleep than him. Comes over and cuddle me holding my hair around the face and ears, and I said something that distinguish "walk", "Benji" and "awhile." I lay back, that I rub his belly, and close my eyes while doing so. She laughs, but I left there while it gets into the water room. The sound of water falling from the high source reminds me that I begin to have many pee. And to defecate. To hurry up, stick a plaintive barking, and she says something from behind the door.
Finally, the water leaves the room smells of rosemary and honey and lemon, but mainly to wet hair. And is dressed, and walks over to where the strap hook, but reacted quickly, and I start to bark when I hit the door with the front legs. I get to forget about the belt and opened the door. I start to run around the hall up and down, hitting the far wall every time I get there. La-to-me-da-de-eating-female, laughing, as she walks to the closet-you-see-low. Play something on the wall to open the closet, but this time we have to wait, and I hear like a cupboard up behind the door. Hit his nose on the door, but I can not even smell the garden. In the end, it opens the door and entered the two, as always, I'm nervous and I turn to all corners of the closet-you-see-low, until you reopen the door and I run, I I have to wait a little longer for me to open the front door. But when it does, I go shooting, I stand behind the bush toilet is about 15 feet from the door, to enter the parterre, and I finally ... relief. Meanwhile, get up his nose and sniff a little, as usual, the smell of houses, metal-to-be-moving, grass cut, a new flower, the urine of another dog, and above all, that
human stench ... One moment, no, there is something new, something smells both sweet and spicy ... the dog smells-of-color-dry-land! I raise my head and start running up and down the parterre, where smells are looking more to it ... I hear screams and female "Benji", but I'm not for it, and lose sight (although where is by smell) . Steal a little head, I realize that more is going to smell where it is at the corner of the grass closer to the source, because I always smell that way.
And it fails, there is ... I know I've smelled it, but it makes the interesting rubbing his nose in the grass. I go and hit the air with his head to get his attention. When she looks at me, I take I'm in the top of the grass to force posture and sculpture show. I notice that you like, because I can smell and hear a slight hum. I walk proudly. I smell the sex smell sweet, spicy, hot, she smells like my sex. And poniéndoseme receptive tour. And I take this ...
I was just finishing when we fall over cold water; the passion I had not stopped to smell the rage and anger of La-to-da-de-eat-at-a-bitch-color-earth-dry , and has caught us by surprise by the cold water soaking has launched from the source. I barked, not better, cry, and the poor dog-color-earth-dry, which is snatched me by thin arms that smell of lavender worn by La-than-you-da-de-comer, while he shouts ugly words that do not understand, but I can not understand, I am bewildered by the impression of cold, irritated by the disillusioned, frightened by the cries of the witch, when the female-to-me-da-de-grabs me and I eat off the ground. I smell the shame that comes out of the mouth while the anger of the-you-da-de-comer-to-the-dog floods the air. The female had a word with his head down (I hear, "never again" and "sorry" several times) I been in arms for home, and give me a couple of collejones between the eyes. I cry a little, by the humiliation and because I'm wet and I have a cold.
But it's worse when we got home, because I was locked in the room of water and when I get to bark, fearing that will turn the high source beneath me, I turned off the light .... That's why not much time has passed until you hear the voice of He-Who-me-da-to-eat, then barked, but they talk behind the door. Well, talk it, and smell the growing anger him. I do not understand, just trying to be like him. At the end of the day he has had one, two females since it was hot, and I've only had one, two, three, four since he was born, and always hidden in the parks.
the end, turn on the light and open the door, and He-Who-me-da-de-comer approached me, grabbed me by the collar. He is angry, yet I hear the words "Benji", "Pichabrava" and "Last Time", which sounds reassuring me. But in the end says a word that reminds me of pain, when I cut the ears, or give me a prick of a needle very long, "Vet." But it comes with a funny face with your fingers together, as imitation of the junk that you use to open the bag of cookies. And I lie on his back for me scratch his belly.

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Domestic - Jordi Marti - Latest Terror

"That fan els Papes?
- They parlant?
-that?
- No ho entendries Marc, ets massa petit. Massa
petit, whether in tinc ja 6 i mig! Com if Paula was so great, just takes me 5. Well, no, only 4 and 3 quarters. So do not be too great.
"And they do outside the house of the tools?


- Marc, would stop making stupid questions and finish dinner?
If I want to finish dinner, but I put that tangerines for dessert and I do not peel them myself, I always crush them all. Mama always helps me, and now is talking with the Pope in house tools. Now, Paul does not mean, however are not talking, they are fighting. How many nights. We are from the room because they feel the screams and cries and blows. What is the Pope who always wins, because Mom always ends up crying in the bathroom. Paula and I do not like that one day she just crying and I another, or even do "empate" and crying just two. I have been out, so very angry because the Pope always said that home is not called, and when we argue and the Pope is there, we closed off the garden. But today it's cold, have been closed to house the tools. Miro's first mandarin
xafada in the middle of my hand, let the dish, we take two months im'apropo to my sister, who is still looking out the window of the kitchen towards the house of the tools.
- Paula, I peel mandarins?
- are enough Grandet, ought to know you peel them yourself alone. In
that remain? I'm small and I'm older?
- It always makes me Mama.
- Well, you learn. Back to the table, you end up tacant but you know how it gets when the Pope sees things gross.
back to the table and try one of the mandarin peel; nothing, I go out at least since I got it in half, and now the pulp xafada sips of one of the halves. The juice flowing towards me shirt, Mom s'enfadarà.
Suddenly Paula call also will be seen that I spotted. It is too exaggerated, there is so. But when I look, I see who is still looking out the window and makes the same face he did last night when we see the movie Zombies. He turns and comes running towards me,
- Mark runs come,
- What happens?
- Do not call and come!
take my by the arm and pulls hard, I almost pulled the chair, if it has fallen. M'arrastra while reading that follows the face scared.
- Where are we going?
- That calls and mail! - And does a "sssht" silent finger to the mouth.
With the free hand now as I grab the phone on the table Breast im'estira towards the stairs, she tries to climb in pairs. I'm there, but as she pulls the arm strength as I can jump, giving me all blows over. It hurts the arm and threw both of the times that I give to scales, and do not understand what is happening, but now as tears. Furthermore, when we get up, I do moan at first, Paula turns to me and again make "ssht" but now with a face so that I would be the case.
Just then when it feels the kitchen door open and the voice of the Pope hit a screaming "Kids!". It sounds very angry. Paula m'arrastra towards to his room, closes the door once and place the safe. She is assured in his room but I did, I wanted Mom and I was very angry because she was not fair and if I do not.
Paula also takes the stage in girls and puts it against the door. And he puts on a lot of things, chair, books, the radiator, the big box of Lego ... Again to take my hand and we get under his bed.
- But we hide? Pope s'enfadarà lot!
- Mark Pope is already very angry, do not you see? - My sister says quietly. Now I see tears you-please Mark, do not say anything more, do not make any more noise. We hear the cries
Pope's downstairs, "KIDS! DO YOU WANT OUT OF THIS PLEASE! ". But enseguida begin to hear their footsteps going up the stairs. Paula is trembling beside me. I grab the phone and looks like something. Click a button and begins to talk softly:
- Charles!, Charles! Please come home, the Pope .. The Pope wants us to hurt ... if we are in my room ... Mom does not know, were the Garden. The Charles
like. The neighbor, who Mosso. It is very close to Mom, and when there is the Pope comes home well. Like so let me play with his cap, and one day showed me the gun and all, but a secret, because he said that if the Popes knew very angry.
The first blow to the door scares me. In Paula also released a cridet and he escapes the phone. When I asked him what happens and I m'abraça cover your mouth with your hand. There is again strong, and the Pope again called "Make Pussy PLEASE GO OUT OF HERE, Son of a bitch. " Strong and repeated blows to the door.
Pope had ever said that we swearword is really angry. Paula even more scared im'apreta stronger hand to mouth. Hurting me. Among the bad arm, blows to the scale and now my mouth, I hurt too much and I cry. But the hand of Paula not let me. The repeated blows to the door and from under the bed I see boxes of Lego and some books that Paula had put on Baul fall to the ground, leaving all of the Lego pieces everywhere. Now I do not understand the cries of the Pope, but increasingly stronger sink at the door. Paula m'apreta both mouth to try to separate it a little with your hands to let me breathe. My hands smell like tangerine.
Suddenly we heard the voice of Carlos. "Louis, Louis, LOW PLEASE. The Pope "Pussy ABOUT YOU?", "EL CARLES, your neighbor." The Pope then Bram'm afraid, and being called "Son of a bitch" while running down the stairs. Paula starts sobbed when suddenly you feel some bumps, two cries, and a firecracker. After just Paula, who now cries hard, and I dropped her mouth. I started to cry because I hurt everywhere, and I do not understand what is happening, and because I want to see Mama. Behind the door
Charles is still the voice of Paul? PAUL, MARC, YOU BE? "Paula replied that if, out from under the bed, removed everything that had put behind the door and work. Just see it, it pulls the neck of the Charles, which includes strong and says "is already, already, has already passed everything. And Marc? ". My sister points to under the bed while crying. Even Paula arms, Carles approaches and says "he, Marc goes, come with me." I see that he too is crying, and I find it strange because the police with a gun should not cry. The Charles to take my collar and lamb, while my sister takes him around the waist. "Now we go to my house, ok? "
Go down the ladder and reach the first floor. Behind the sofa I see a dark red stain on the carpet and try to raise my head to see it, but Charles I take my head and cover your eyes. I hear my sister crying very strong, strong neck im'abraço of Charles, because a shudder passed through me back. I feel like Carlos the door and leave the garden outside, feel the cold. When you cross the garden, suddenly the cry of Paula is very strong and both Charles and I were terribly frightened. "MAMA, MAMA, MAMA, call Paula. I make a header, I get rid of the hand of Charles I cover my eyes and I get a moment to see Paula embraces a legs coming out of the house of the tools, Charles I before the return to cover the face and ran the Garden. But Paula
wrong. For those who wear shoes like the legs of the breast, but can not be Mom, because Mom has neither legs nor so crooked as white skin.

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evenings with Teresa - J. Marse (Excerpt)

"El Monte Carmelo is a hill and arid desnuda located northwest of the city. Manejados the invisible hands of child expertas hilo afraid to be sold Menudo cometas of bright colors in the blue sky, wind and asomando estremecidas by the enzyme for the summit as escudos to announce a Dream Warrior.



In the gray postwar years, when on an empty stomach and the cassava green each day demanded a dream to make reality more bearable, Mount Caramel was beloved and fabulous adventures of the field of children desarropados neighborhoods of Casa Baró, and Guinardó Health. Rose to the top, where the wind whistles, comets rough launch homemade pasta made with flour, rods, rags and newspaper: long collection was furious at the city sky photos and news of the German advance in fronts of Europe, cities in ruins and black fungus on Hiroshima, there was death and desolation, the weekly ration English, misery and hunger. Today, in the summer of 1956, Caramel kites have no news or photos, or are made with newspapers, but with fine tissue paper purchased at a store and its colors are garish, shocking. But despite this improved in appearance, many are still homemade, the frame is heavy crude, rising with difficulty remains the standard fighter of the neighborhood.
Hill stands next to Park Guell, where the green foliage and architectural fantasies of fairy tales is skeptical over his shoulder, and a string of Turó Rubira, lived on its slopes, and the Bald Mountain. For over half a century longer a lonely island in the suburbs. Before the war, the neighborhood and Guinardó consisted of towers and ground floor houses: they were still a retreat for some advantaged middle-class merchants Barcelona, \u200b\u200bpeacocks false step which traces are still in an old villa or dilapidated garden. But they were. Who knows if the refugees get to see stars and gypsy-forties, panting like wrecks, burnt the skin not only by the merciless sun of a lost war, but also for a lifetime of failure, had finally Awareness National wreck, flooded the island forever, of paradise lost that Mount Caramel was to be in the next few years. Because very soon the tide of the city also reached its southern slope, slowly circled the hillsides and continued their march to the north and extending west to the Valley of Hebron and the Penitentes. Stepped on her lap like an amphitheater grows dark green grass, dotted here and there by bright yellow spots broom. A paved snake, pale to the harsh light of dawn, black and hot and smelly in the evening, clearing the side entrance of Park Güell Sanllehy coming from the square and up the eastern slope of a ravine full of miserable old carob trees and orchards in barracks to reach the miserable houses the neighborhood: there flushed his broad head and hisses and pops come unpaved streets, twisted, dusty, some still seek to climb higher while others fall, firing in all directions, they rush to the plain in the northern flank in Horta and Montbau address. In addition to the old houses and some other newer, built in the forties, when land was cheap, unpainted iron balconies, internal galleries rusty sensitive chaired by a fictitious floral environment, where women are watering and plants growing in bottomless wooden crates and girls who tend the laundry with a clip and a song from the teeth. At the foot of the stairs the chapel of the Carmelites is a public fountain in a pool where children splash barefoot: Purple Rose Mercurochrome in sunny pimples nerve in knee grimaces in Olivaceous faces of flat noses, high cheekbones and eyelids Asian tenderness. Above, dust, wind, aridity. "

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Story of fear - Lorena Rubio

The evening was cold and gray. The clouds were sliding fast towards the sea to load up on water and tree branches tapping the glass of the office. Lucia looked at his watch impatiently for the third time in the last five minutes.
- God, he thought, even ten minutes more!


I wanted to run away and leave behind hard and horrible that day, forget about his boss, the idiot's backlog and its companion. As given
6, shut down your computer Lucia, gave a "tomorrow" quick release fellow brisk pace and walked toward the elevator.
was there with the doors wide open, ready to gobble. Nobody came up with it. Button pressed down to the reception and as the doors closed was placed ahead of them, his back against the wall and dropped his head back. Ten floors of separating air ice that February, the drops of rain that fell oblique driven by strong gusts of wind, but Lucy did not care. Should sit on your face, your hair and wake up that day and for the second time.
Suddenly, a jolt threw her against a wall of the elevator and hit his head. Deaf screamed in pain and dropped to the ground stunned. When he got to open his eyes he saw that everything was dark and the elevator had stopped. What had happened? A shiver ran down her back.
- Ah! It is the storm, only that
Lucia tried to calm her breathing and think logically, but the darkness was one of the things I hated, feared and paralyzed in the world.
- Come! Do not be a girl - she said to herself - Remember what John always says, that the darkness is only the absence of light, nothing else!
But her heart was leaping in his chest. So much so that it hurt. Therefore, in the silence of those four walls, could hear his rhythm magnified and threatening, tick, tock, tick tock like a bomb.
button, the alarm button. I had to find it. He sat up and began to grope the walls while mentally singing a nursery rhyme, the first thing that came to mind, for aullentar fear.
- Where is the big bad wolf, big bad wolf, big bad wolf ...
At last! He had found something. But it was soft, almost viscous. Who would have stuck gum in one of the buttons on the elevator? But it was not gum. It was something jelly and ice cream. Lucia took his hand in disgust as nausea ascended to his throat. When I was about to throw up he thought he heard a whisper. Then he began to scream like a madman, like a desperate. Wanted out of there. Hit the walls, door, everything in its path, fists, feet, but the voice was there at his side. It was terrifying. There was a woman, or man, not a child. It was unlike anything I had heard before. Now I could understand what he said.
Something like
- Why did you? Why did you?
Over and over and over again. He was going to go crazy.
- Lucía think, think, nothing more than imagination, is only your own fear. These voices do not exist.
But then he remembered something that had happened at home two days ago. It was night, about 10, and was on the couch reading, with his cat beside Thor and the noise of the TV as background lullaby. Thor then jumped up and stood on end looking at the door of the room. Lucia did not believe in stories of fear, but the truth is that she was terrified. Thought someone had slipped at home. Thor was bristling, snorting at the door and she at his side, paralyzed. Quickly glanced around and picked up a bronze statue that was on the table and it weighed a lot. He got up slowly and walked toward the door. The whole house was dark. He could see the front door was closed. Lucia could hardly move because of the tension and tachycardia drowning, but took another step and another and suddenly the light went out. She screamed in terror, but it was only a moment. In a few seconds the light was back. He ran to the living room and saw that the books stacking on the table were all over the floor. Thor was in the same position, bristling and alert on the couch. At that time tried to convince herself that the cause of the collapse of his pile of books was the cat, what other explanation was there?
But now in the elevator, alone with the metallic voice Thor knew that prosecution had nothing to do.
- Why did you? Why did you?
Lucia dropped to the ground, sliding down a wall of the elevator, hands covering it's ears. But it was useless. The voice was still there.
- Just, please, stop. Stop it, stop.
Tears fell down her cheeks. Why did not anyone take her out there?
- Why do not you leave me alone? Go at once! - Shouted with all his might
then changed a litany of other
- The photo, photo, photo, ...
Lucia understood everything. The photo should be a photo of his grandfather, who burned a few days ago. I hated it, yes, I hated all his life. It was a bad person who made life miserable for those around him. Especially his grandmother, his beloved grandmother. The day she died she had concluded, he was cursed and had burned the only photo that was left of him. When they got

open the elevator, had passed barely 30 minutes since I took Lucia. She was found with his head between his legs and hands around the head, as if protecting something or someone. She was dead.

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Eye-gin and tonic - Lorena Rubio

Nobody had seen him then, slowly sipping his gin and tonic, lying lazily in the wicker chair on the terrace of the bar, would never have guessed what was going through his head. Niko

colleagues thought he had met in the weeks that the experiments lasted Advanced Sleep Unit.

All dead.

had his own nightmares killed.

And now there was only him. And he knew his time was running out. That any day will fall asleep and never again open his eyes.

Folch thought of the doctor, the person who ruined his life. He had played with them as who dissect rats in a laboratory. So a wry smile came to his face, remembering how he had bled to death. Killing him was easy. Only a matter of justice. Niko

interrupted his thoughts, he drained his glass and left a $ 50 bill on the table. With a slow pace, walked the short distance separating the bar from the Advanced Unit of Sleep. Entered through the front door and identified himself as a maintenance technician. I knew from the agenda of Dr. Folch hoping that Sunday one. Had time to prepare false credentials, his clothing and seamlessly study the building plans, which were achieved by unorthodox means. That day of the week, the center was nearly empty and depositing loads in places where they could do more damage was surprisingly simple.

And to think that these explosives had achieved with the money of the experiment! What irony!

recalled the announcement: "We are looking for volunteers to test new drugs sleep. Insurance and well paid "

- Ja! Sure! - She thought bitterly.

finally arrived in the central chamber. He sat in the middle, with crossed legs, took a deep breath and pulled the trigger.

His nightmares were gone forever.

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literacy for 4 years

Here you have some chips to encourage others to read and write, cut and paste into place. Remember
before writing, must separate the word into syllables, and then must try to write them, and finally you see revisais and missing letters ...
hope you serve. Greetings


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Part 2: talk to a leader

Tinc Molta wins. Em are 10 hours per l'minuts d'esmorzar do not know if m'aguantaré, La Panxo em fa molt Sorolla. Aquests

10 minuts so afamat últims been disconnected work, which I do often, but I've improved. Suddenly someone shouts

-Hey Joe, what happens today does not believe breakfast or what?

a bot because I was really in another world watching the lines marking the wall tiles. I made him that if his head and went together into the smallest bar T1. The truth is that Paul and I always go to lunch together, sometimes joins another company but we always go second. Only one of the two fails when we come to work.

10 years ago and we know for me it is an example to follow. Furthermore I know well and is one of the few people that I take my calm when my outbursts. I still remember the day we crossed the faces for the first time. It was in the selection tests, I got very nervous, very soft, I was trembling all over and he was calm. I do not remember how but I managed. Thanks to this I got the job worker to the airport. Ask

always a sausage sandwich and a Coke. The Peace for the first time that I remember called something different. A vegetable sandwich and orange juice.

-Paul, how come you changed? - Ask

Watch Joe-I decided to pamper myself somewhat. The years pass and life goes bad bill. Moreover you should do the same. Look at what has gone belly tells me while caresses my belly in circles in my Ah! And I pointed out in the gym.

If? You think? The truth is that if I have a somewhat more abundant panxulina - I look at the belly and then I bite their nails, but I do not know ... I ... you know I have habit of leaving things unfinished and I agree and I am tired after 2 days.

Think that would go together and I now redirect you if you lose, he says.

If you already know I have no doubt but we can not always go together and clear ... Now just think about it ...

"Hey Joe, quiet man! That does not end the world. At first when we go together and see how everything works you can also go to your roll. Think I know the majority of monitors and introduce it to you and provided you have any problems or concerns they will be there to help you think it's normal-open, handsome and intelligent.

Ah Joe and more importantly have some aunts forums shit.

-Dec-Ui if you already know but to me this is somewhat difficult topic.

-Let 's see, you're not bad as a tivo, you control your nerves and that it can be easy ... but also how I will be in there ... as your sponsor. You do not have to suffer for nothing - it looks easy but I think it is right as in almost everything.

If they do I guess. I know m'anirà well. When you come with me to subscribe?

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Propp's 31 functions

In continuaciónlas 31 + propput brief explanation of functions, to be completed it in class:

1. Alejamiento. One of the members of the family is Alejo.
2. Prohibitions. Recae a ban on the hero.
3. Transgression. The prohibition is violated.
4. Knowledge. The antagonist comes in contact with the hero.
5. Information. The opponent receives information about the victim.
6. Deception. The antagonist tricks the hero to grab him or his property.
7. Complicity. The victim is deceived and thus helps the attacker to his regret.
8. Wrongdoing. The antagonist caused any damage to one member of the family.
9. Mediation. The wrongdoing is made public, it makes the hero a request or order, is allowed or forced to leave.
10. Acceptance. The hero decides to go.
11. Item. The hero leaves.
12. Test. The donor undergoes the hero to a test that prepares you for the receipt of a magical aid.
13. Reaction of the hero. The hero passes or fails the test.
14. Gift. The hero receives a magical object.
15. Travel. The hero is driven to another realm, where is the object of their search.
16. Struggle. The hero and his antagonist are facing in combat.
17. Brand. The hero is marked.
18. Victoria. The hero defeats the antagonist.
19. Amendment. The initial wrongdoing is repaired.
20. Return. The hero returns home.
21. Persecution. The hero is pursued.
22. Socorro. The hero is helped.
23. Return incognito. The hero comes back home or to another realm, without being recognized.
24. Pretense. A false hero claims achievements that do not belong.
25. Difficult task. It is proposed to the hero with a difficult mission.
26. Compliance. The hero carries out the difficult mission.
27. Recognition. The hero is recognized
28. Unmasking. The evidence is false.
29. Transfiguration. The hero gets a new look.
30. Punishment. The antagonist is punished.
31. Wedding. The hero marries and ascends the throne.

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Comedy Theatre: reruns of "The Next Domingo "VIVI

I tell them that my work was revived Next Sunday, written in part with humorous writing techniques we use in the workshop and script structure has points of contact with the sitcom. Every Saturday in February at 22.30 at the Cultural Center Faces and Masks, Venezuela 570. We wait!

NEXT WEEK

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Work award at the V Festival Theatre Library Humor Hueney 2008

With
JOSE MARIA LOPEZ Y CECILIA
ANDRADA Scenario Management and
HECTOR
Oliboni Cultural Center Faces and Masks
Venezuela 370 (CABA) Saturday February
22.30 hs.
Tickets: $ 20 - Students and Seniors: $ 10

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An adverb occurs to anyone . Juan Jose Millas.

Hemingway earned the items words. In both the term, as they were given substantive adjectives, adverbs, prepositions, conjunctions articles. I do not remember where I got that information, a thousand years ago (when not even know who was Hemingway), but I was impressed strongly. In my neighborhood had a grocery store, a haberdashery, a drugstore, a bakery, a dairy ... But there was no store of words. Why, being a lucrative business, as evidenced by such Hemingway? To sell milk or bread, I thought it was necessary to rely on other vendors that logically had to pay, while the words were available to all on the street or in the dictionary.

imagined then that would put a store of words to the people of the neighborhood is coming after buying bread. Only I would sell at different prices. The most expensive were the nouns, because substantive I supposed, came from substance. If the substance of a sentence depend on this part of the sentence so it was obvious that was worth more. After came the verb and noun after the verb, adjective. From there, prices were pulled. When a client in my fantasies, I bought three nouns, I Rule four or five conjunctions, for loyalty. My father, a commercial agent, used much the word loyalty. Where, otherwise I'd get that rarity grammar? In my imaginary store was also a section of missing words, for people capricious or crazy. I still remember a few: copribato, rebogila, orgáfono, piscoteba, aguhueco, escopeja ...

The imaginary business was going well. Everyone needed my words. Shortly after opening the store had to hire two employees because they could not cope. Then I bought the floor above to expand the business, then came a time when people asked me also phrases. I put in the basement a workshop with four grammarians who spent the day constructing sentences. They were of many prices, of course. The phrases were the cheapest. I remember, among which were more successful, closed mouth no flies and no ball scratch, but I also liked the book to read to someone, be a hard nut to crack, sucking camera hairs to sea, or my tailor is rich. The price of the sentences were increased as less common or rare. For some reason I did not understand, there was much demand absurd phrases. It hurts my shoes, for example, the mirrors make organic flour, or zippers are less sentimental buttons. Eventually I had to create a department dedicated exclusively to the construction of absurd phrases.

The idea of \u200b\u200bthe store of words and phrases I found it very liberating, because I always thought living was damn hard. The biggest fear of my children was to end in a corner, selling tissues. One day my mother, after sighing with a look of pity, wondered aloud what would become of me, I told him not to worry, he had decided he was going to put a store of words. After meditating a moment, I said that was nonsense and that I should put my energies on practical issues. That ended my dream of selling words. Then, more, I found that classified ads were a very important chapter in the income statement in the newspapers. But do not say anything to Mom, who was not guilty.

Anyway, I ended up living on the words. I have no store open to the public, as dreamed then, but I get up in the mornings, ordered on paper or send them to the newspaper publisher and get paid for them. In both the piece. A piece is an article. The term is also used parts from hunters to name the animals killed. The similarity is correct, then write a text closely resembles hunt. In fact, it often escapes us. The other night, in bed, eyes closed, I flew past a super durable cranial vault. I got up, took a notebook that I have on the table, point the pen, but the piece was gone. Since the massive use of computers, we have the items words. Are you reading this will have some 4,700. I can calculate how much I get the word and say that Hemingway collection in plan. But it still seems wrong to get paid the same for a noun than an adverb. An adverb occur to anyone.

Originally published in the magazine Interviu and found by Mercedes for the course Paricio Descobreix the narratives eines Casa Elizalde

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To write a story in 5 minutes, Bernardo Atxaga

To write a story in just five minutes is necessary for get-well the traditional pen and white paper, of course, a tiny hourglass, which will give you full information of both the passage of time as the vanity and futility of the things of this life, concrete effort thus at that moment you are performing. Do not ever get ahead of one of those monotonous and modern single-colored walls, no way, that his gaze is lost in the open countryside which extends beyond the window in the sky where the seagulls and other birds of medium weight geometry being drawn flying satisfaction. It is also necessary, although to a lesser extent, to listen to music, any song gobbledygook to you, a song, eg Russian. Once done, turn inward, biting its tail, look through the telescope to where the viscera particular work silently, ask your body if you're cold, if he is thirsty, cold, thirst or any other type of Agustí, in case the answer is yes, if, for example, feel a tingling general, avoid any form of concern, it would be very strange that would guide their work and on the first try. Admire the hourglass, still almost empty lower compartment, check that has not happened yet or half a minute. Do not panic, go quietly into the kitchen, with short steps, shuffling if that's what he wants. Drink some water, and if frost comes not miss the chance to wet the neck before returning to sit at the table take a piss smooth (in the toilet, it is understood, for peeing in the hallway is not in principle, an attribute of literature).

There are seagulls, sparrows are still there and there too, on the shelf that is on your left-follow the bulk dictionary. Take it carefully, as if it had electricity, like a platinum blonde. Enter then, and be sure to listen carefully to the sound produced by scraping the pen to the paper, "this sentence: To write a story in just five minutes is needed to get ...

already have the beginning, which is not enough, and just not been two minutes since I went to work. And not only that: apart from that first sentence is, in this thick dictionary, which he holds in his left hand, everything he does missing in this book is everything, absolutely everything, the power of those words, believe me, is infinite.

Excerpt from the book "Obabakoak" by Bernardo Atxaga.

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