notorious fact that my fondness for this man. Life has wanted a part of me one of those people that you really understand, to admire and respect you above all and that when they spend a couple of weeks and have not seen, notes missing you something that is not you, that need to be happier even talk ten minutes with him. I was a brat who could barely carry a plate of crumbs to my father in a drawing for a hunt, by Despeñaperros not remember well that was ... I remember I was there with ten times my size coat, brown boots catiuscas horrendous, and playing with the knife that my father had given me and thoroughly dull, I remember a kid, young, but already could leave the pin, he accompanied his father but the people greeted him, speaking of sets he had in monterías past farms, the biggest talking with him and had more kids of their age, some already wore leather trousers ... I remember dreaming, I remember wondering if someday I could be in that situation, if I could know, if I ever would.
One day I opened eyes, and was in a lovely listening cortadera a vein race, my legs were shaking ... finally I could see the horns between the jugs ... I pressed her cheek against the stock and shank focused ... but before I looked out the corner of my right eye ... ... it was él.Era looked at that boy, of that meeting and was killing a vein into the lemon with it. Congratulations Pete.
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