Exactly one week ago, I said my je (fecit) chu (la): going to eat away from here right? And I answer: shrimp, scallop said. We took the free Cuernavaca. I would sing and sing "attenti al lupo, attenti al lupo, livin 'together, uo-ooo ..." After driving a while, my Jechu decided to return, heading to a cabin where they sold food. For the car, and we are seeing a Lord, who believed that we had stopped to give him a ride. Was viejiiito, old man, and wore a hat and a backpack, thought it was a peasant. We did not have the heart to deny the raid, so instead of returning, we are entitled to Tres Marias, which is where he went.
Mom: and what goes?
THE LORD, to the priest, because we're doing a book.
YO: What about?
THE LORD: on the Nahuatl names, original names of the people of Mexico.
ME: damn "And what do you do?
THE LORD: I am a teacher. Total
who introduced himself as Salvador Núñez, told us that lived many years in the States, said that his books are sold at The Basement, explained why so called Tres Marias, whom are the white crosses that are in the way, the etymological origin of some names that have the people. I do not know how, in so few minutes, someone could say so many names, dates and events. And I was telling him péreme, teacher, leave a book bag to take notes. On parting, he told us that we can visit there, where we picked him up, because it has a ranch called the summit. Is a ecological niche, there are cabins, a farm of hummingbirds, sun lamps and no electricity. He said that tonight would go a shaman to do a "wake." And for the first time, I wanted to try a couple of days, the life of a hermit.
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