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When I was little, I saw my father mourn and curse the wind. He broke her heart as I watched them trying to fix it. And my mother swore he would never forget, and that was the day that promised to never sing about love, does not exist. But honey, you're the only exception. may know (in some dark corner of my soul) that love never lasts, and we have to find other ways to go it alone or look ahead. I've always lived well, keeping his distance ... so far. I had sworn to be happy in solitude, because there would be worth the risk for them. You are the only exception. I have a knot on reality, but I can not let go of what I have before. Know your leaving in the morning when you wake up, let me check that there is a dream. You are the only exception. And I'll go the way of believing in it.

the way I believe.

How Deep Is The Normal Hymen

Once upon a time under a cherry tree ...

I found him under a tree, a beautiful cherry blossoms that had witnessed the waste of kissing, fondling and reproaches of hundreds of couples broken.

- What are you doing here? Did you sent it? He whispered when he realized that he was behind it.

"She has nothing to do with it. I've been on my own.

"Great, she turned to me and saw that his cheeks were shiny and wet, had been crying.

took a step back, eyes full of tears that scared me, I had never seen my brother mourn. For a moment I forgot the reason why he was there.

-Dan, what's wrong? Why are you crying?

did not answer, then I remembered that he had left my best friend, she asked me to come and talk to him since he was not answering her calls. In fact take a week does not appear at home. I sat beside her and rested my head on his shoulder.

"If it was you who decided to leave, why are you complaining now? So ...

-not you dare say "he muttered.

- ... nia. Sorry, it is fatal, has tried to slash his wrists and all.

He gave a bitter laugh as a tear slid down her cheek and fell into his lap.

"I'm serious. Why did you? I thought that was what you wanted in the world.

"It was not.

- Then why you went with it?

"That's what I love most in the world.

"Look, Daniel, do not understand. First you leave, then not show up at home, come here, I find you crying and telling me that you still want someone who has done so much damage. What the hell are you? You're my brother, it is assumed that I have to take example from you right? "My eyes filled with tears to see that Daniel was still looking straight ahead, shedding tears and not listen to me" why you left?

For the second time since I was there I looked into his eyes and saw something that got my heart shrinks.

"Anne, remember that a week ago I went to the doctor for some tests I did it?

nodded slightly.

-Dan, you're scaring me a lot.

-In these tests I was diagnosed with a tumor in the lung.

- Will doing surgery? Oh my God.

He stared and I knew there were going to operate. My eyes overflowed.

"It's too late," she whispered.

could not be true. My brother could not die. It was impossible, there must be a joke if it was a joke from my brother, the kind that just make you grace to him. I laughed, a laugh, clean, insane laughter.

"How funny you are, Dan. But lets make a joke and not fair. Seriously, why did you leave Sonia? "

-Ann, I'm going to die, it's no joke.

Then I realized it was true. My brother was dying. I tried to look strong, but could not, wanted too much to pass up Daniel. I hugged him with all my heart, as if that way I could stay with him forever.

- Time? "Was all I managed to articulate between sobs and tears.

his arm around my shoulders and then I saw it.

A sharp stone covered with blood.

eyes widened and I left him.

- NO! "I shouted. THIS CAN NOT MAKE U.S.!

arms

Daniel turned and saw two red marks on her wrists, her forearms covered in blood.

"Sorry, Anna Tell mom and dad that I want.

- AND I DO! "I sobbed. How could you be so selfish? "Then I broke down, got dizzy and had to sit down, can not go, you can not do this to us. Can not leave me alone. DANIEL! Answer me, damn it, say something!

did not speak. I knelt before him and put my hands on the cheeks, raised his head, a dead weight. His eyes were empty. He was gone.

I let

a howl of rage. I got up and I punched the tree, I clawed hands, a handful of splinters dug into my fingers, but I did not care, that was nothing compared to the pain in his chest.

I read an inscription on the tree covered with blood, a heart around two names, Daniel and Sonia.

I took the stone with which my brother had killed himself on the back and saw the same inscription on the tree. Placed a stone in the hand of my brother and I hugged him.

Shedding tears at the end I fell asleep.

* * * * *

I found under a tree, a beautiful cherry blossoms that had witnessed the waste of kissing, fondling and reproaches of hundreds of couples broken. A cherry tree that he saw a boy take off his life and how her sister lost forever. A cherry tree from that day will not ever bloom again ..

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How could you?

How could you deceive me like that? How could impersonate the same girl you were three years ago? But no, the fault was not yours, but mine. How could I believe that this smile was sincere? How could I believe that you were again? The friend I knew was lost years ago and I never will. But that afternoon, sitting in the park predicting that the first breezes of autumn arrive at any moment, I smiled as of old, I talked like when we were small and for a moment, a fleeting moment in which a leaf fell from his tree and rested between us, looked at me and thought I saw in your eyes a hint of truth, a glow of innocence that just before I had corrupted. But that moment passed, because time is fleeting and suddenly the brightness is turned off, your smile became in your usual and sneer, you got up and walked away to buy snuff. Since then I never ever have I seen my friend, my sister, my confidante or what was left of it.

Although I'm still waiting to see across the hallways between classes or to find her staring out the window, and every day I seek but never find it, and I'm getting tired of waiting.

'm starting to think that she would never return.

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Review ALBA THE KNIGHT OF HISLIBRIS

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THE KNIGHT OF DAWN (CHRONIC FIVE YEARS) - Sebastian Roa
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Or how throw seven keys to the tomb of Hartzenbusch.

I will go to grain. Is it good? Yes, a lot.

Some time ago I bought a book that, like many others, was on the stack of "outstanding." When that happens, I usually do not review any, because I hate that I recommend a book that I will not be able to buy. And as I read too many books lately late, I make no review, which has led to harsh rebukes of the most industrious hislibreños have reached threatened with expulsion fulminant and irreversible by my laziness. However, I can see that this book is on sale (and 10 euros!), So take the opportunity to wash my honor.

I repeat: how to throw seven keys to the tomb of Hartzenbusch (yes, I know that abuse of the phrase Joaquín Costa). Why do I mention the nineteenth Juan Eugenio?, Because that's what this novel of the Lovers of Teruel. Although, unlike the romantic playwright, who just a few sentences devoted to the adventures of Diego Martínez de Marcilla and reveled in the rough morbo the time of final meeting, this is a historical novel and focuses specifically on the story of events during the five-year deadline set by Mr. de Segura, something already announced in the subtitle successful.

The story begins with the famous lover back counting their sorrows in a gloomy dungeon. The choice of narrator is impeccable. I'm sick of first artificial persons, who are bent on telling that of which the protagonist is not a witness to unbelievable circumlocutions, memories that focus on trivialities impossible to remember, moral anachronisms the character is psychologically deep, long tirades instructive. Diego de Marcilla his memoirs in a first right person, no cheating. His vision of Las Navas de Tolosa is the rightful, including dust cloud, not "bird view" without rambling descriptions of where each unit was beyond the news coming into place, without an attempt to demonstrate that we have studied the diorama, without a bookish child unlikely that tells all as if that is what normal people do during a battle. This pattern continues throughout the novel, although Diego is gaining importance in time to witness makes the situation more and more detailed, however, still can not tell what I know and seeing what is not is within reach. I love that description of Sagunto without saying that Diego is ... because no knows. At the end, however, changes the narrator in a resource already used by other authors (such as Mika Waltari in the siege of Constantinople) to narrate an epilogue that connects us with the best known part of history, avoiding open-ended.

The language used has the right degree of arcaización. It seems that someone is talking to us old, but not exceeded. We have all read imitations of language that make reading time is tedious, even impossible, and it is not easy to find the average. The text of Roa, on the contrary, it reads well and, while we environmental.

literary text quality is also good. Has the right degree of beauty so that we can praise, but not enough to be cumbersome. The dominance of Castilian and wealth is also worth noting.
Rhythm is the corresponding. Anyone seeking action novels that "hooked" from first to last page in a marathon session you may feel disappointed, but it has its high points well proportioned and the interest is maintained throughout the text. The journey of Diego in search of wealth to do so deserve Isabel leads to adventures at the wheel of fortune rises and knocks the hero, and gives us a pleasantly entertaining reading.

The epic feel is right. Flee, as I said, the perfect description of the battles, but the character tells us enough to understand that and, above all, to make us feel on your skin. Las Navas or Muret can be found in any encyclopedia (in the serious, at least), and is not as important as not tell the whole mess up. Roa not tell everything or gaffe: not trying to overwhelm us demonstrate what they know, but it demonstrates what is silent. The run-Muret, especially, may piss off a fan of Peter the Catholic nobility, to which I have presented on occasion as the champion of justice by dying heroically defended their vassals against the overwhelming superiority of the French: for will might not, neither is as fierce as the lion or the chivalrous knight.

Emphasizing the epic sense, this time in smaller scale, I must admit my envy by some ability of the author, Roa is a master at what I'm clumsy: the description of the unique grief. When I see a seal between two swordsmen in a movie, think how hard it must be to bring the choreography to the written word and I admire those who are capable of doing. Well Roa is capable. The feints, shock, motion, immerse you in the moment as the best scene of the best movies.

The characters are believable, adjusted in time, without anachronisms, well built, and a consistent personal development. The character, but too cute for my taste (judging from the passions that up), it is plausible: it is not perfect, not saved miraculously impossible dangers, not always making the right decisions. The secondaries are introduced to their time and fulfill their role.

regard to historical accuracy, knowledge of the time is impeccable, which is more to admire taking into account the variety of scenarios: Teruel, Al-Andalus, Occitan, the Holy Land. The events described have been chosen so that the character to fulfill his five-year adventures, without changing dates or invent falsehoods without licenses. Micro-history (although it escapes an ear) is also correct, and costumes, weapons, food and customs are perfect accurately reflected. You know I have the reputation of "bookish", "thorough" and other epithets (some a little more unpleasant), but stumbled with the name of Alcuin of York (and that's why I wrote it a hundred times, you remember). You all know what limping foot (the left hump me in '90 in a tree pit of Barcelona) and which hand I'm lame. That is, if no protest is because I could not find kits (good ear).

Did I mention that I liked it? For compradla. Factsheet


Title: El Caballero del Alba. Five chronic Years.
Author: Sebastian Roa Mesado.
Editorial: Editors Tremens Librum SL Madrid, 2008.
Paperback, 445 pages.
PVP: 10 euros.