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A short surreal story. |
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During these times, the ancient Romans would have used, in place of a compass, large mollusks: Why!!! All is hidden in their language that with pleasure is mistaken by changing the verbiage prospect, in theory; a Spanish article for example was, for most of them, a symbol of the birds with the finished beak, and of those they were many as much as the same amount, but more!!!! One day some Romans were gossiping while running parallel to some death tired Greeks; shortly after one of them, who he was called "artificial satellite", stood still in orbit around his companions, and it so happened that day that the two parties were enemies. So they wore their uniforms, and on their heads placed huge Neapolitans ravioli. Narrow rugs would have witnessed the battle from the ground, and sharp branches surrounded them. Some of the soldiers were disturbed by the gossip from Mount Olympus, others supported the right to create an all Ebro state. A practical demonstration of guerrilla was given by an unusual tiny man; there was rumor that he used to hang with some noted fakirs. He stationed himself on the highest mountain and then descended at full speed toward his enemy; but, the more he grew closer, the more he resembled one of the enemies mother. During the drop, a fat plant caused him for example, abundant lacerations and also Newton's initials on his long foot. What happened then was very painful......two hip bones obstructed his fall in both ways; meanwhile, in the middle of the field, two knights jumped and screamed out of their lungs, and in efficiently preceding the other, the first knight lost the Greek omega from his vocabulary; their jumping was even. The creative fury was infused in the rest of the fighters already masters of the lead, and with their organisms they would absorb oxygen that in turn would donate at selected mountain troops. For some crooked motive three of them were wrapped with red capes like matadors (to increase the number of attacks), and the blows between the head and neck were given with affection 'cause always paired with small sea fruits. The fatal month to bring this task to its conclusion was already on top of the new day, when a shallow youth named Flavio waved goodbye, Arabian style, to the last standing people (all in a natural posture); so, a new chapter began. Flavio indeed was a knife-sharpener, and he used to work for small losing armies. He was a quiet man, and for the fact that he was one of the survivors of the universal flood, studied various sciences inside a large building with a roof made of straw; he stopped his courses at the ampelotherapy.....it was too difficult for him. A male article came out of the field and with an hand gesture he made it clear that he was willing to donate some of his muscle mass; but the emission of sounds similar to words but insignificant according to some comedians, made him stop right above a pile of urban trash. Flavio showed him a technical data, but the soldier was not paying attention because too busy in imitating in a loop the trolley driver in sleep mode. There wasn't any doubt whatsoever about Flavio's theories, and while he dried his face, moved in the middle of the fence with indignation. It was easy for him to drown into the thick flowing hair of the Greek fighter; he had two thoracic cages everywhere, and he was always followed by a strong gust. In an instant, he took Flavio in private and writes on the palm of his hand his favorite evening prayer. The corrupted taste of expired wine caught the attention of the scaliger Greek, whom, taken by a fallen ideal, camouflaged himself against an african swine similar to the standard boar. Flavio didn't understand who won, and using the only power he had that could bring someone far closer, put an ad in the paper about a sensational story; for sure having a physic like his, didn't really need any cosmetics, because well put together and immune to bloating. With a body like that it was easy for him to get good mushrooms heads at half price, and he wouldn't even find any obstacles if by any chance he would have want to marry a “non believer woman” with no baggage whatsoever. Flavio, the knife sharpener, to attract his clients, used to imitate the sheep's voice, and the blades (when he was finished with them), sparkled.....because he used a good shining product. Years later he found himself at sea, on a boat, and a muscle spasm forced him to launch himself from the vessel right near the city of Caserta, where he became their logo. |
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