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After 5 minutes I was able to run on my Ubuntu linux oRipa! .. and runs faster than Windows, no problems generating the folds of time or anything ... everything perfect ... I love Linux: D

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In Sympathy Breast Cancer

When they finally arrive, you will not be
or meat,
no blood, no bones will be perhaps a photo
,
a memory,
a sigh, a cry of pain
;

tears scorch me:
will be just that.

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do not know why I let him, if he had never let you go alone to a public restroom. That day my wife was sick of all: the heat, mosquitoes, ants were climbing the walls of the house of my friends where we stayed. After sitting in the park on a stone bench, with that Pasorrial unbearable heat, he felt how I climbed up the ants leg (thankfully not bite) and that was the drop that overflowed the glass. Not even flinch because I let my son go Santi just that damn bathroom. Anyway, I walked a few steps and stopped me from where he controls with his eyes, leaving the bathroom. My wife however, moved on, without waiting, attended by our daughter Andrea. I spent much time standing, with eyes on the place where he expected to see go to Santiago. Sometimes, but for a short space, looked away to where my wife was looking at shop windows and went away more and more. That was what most entertaining, look at the showcases and fashion magazines full of skinny models I always left the impression that they were going to break up at any time. Had already begun to worry about the lateness of Santi, but thought he should give time, first because maybe there was a line and second because after peeing, would meet this ritual, so rare in people, washing hands with water and soap and personal hygiene laws rule. Santiago lived washing their hands all day, I think I overdid with the habit of cleaning. In the park, every time he touched the sand and stuck to his hands, ran to wash their hands. I remember well what my grandmother told us Deyanira "Oh mijito! Poor, but clean. " I could not understand
how hard I was tied to the ground without reacting, which led me to stay so calm for so long to see that Sam could not get over that bloody bathroom. My woman from afar I was waving to hurry. The street was burning people who squeezed me in passing. Suddenly I was against the tide and began to walk toward the bathroom where my son had gone.
There was much movement of people who came and went, but Sam never left. I had told him wait outside. I started walking with long strides to reach the exit of the bathrooms; outlet for those leaving and entering the input, but the momentum of the crowd hindered me arrive. It was like a river of troubled waters. It seemed as if the street would have been mad, like ants coming and going rioting rapidly, with the only difference is that ants do not crash each other and to me people seemed to see me. Men do not know how to walk in crowds, or stumble all the time or push you. When I finally managed to reach the entrance, I went to the bathroom and looked among the people in Santiago. It was not in the urinals, or sitting on the toilet, because it touched on every door and called his name "Santi, Santi, Santi", he repeated it aloud. People who were there in the same room looked at me like watching a mad man who screams. That
fifteen years ago when Sam was gone in a public toilet in the street Pedro de Heredia. It was Thursday, I remember. We searched everywhere, offered rewards and put ads in newspapers and on radio and paste photos, the damn is sought, through the streets without any result. Yet every so often go there hoping to find it. If anyone knows the whereabouts of a man who as a child was lost in Pasorrial, I ask that you inform me immediately.

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Marina travels the distance from the door of the house to the fence with short, quick steps. At the moment he feels a presence behind him warm and wet rubs her bare ankles. She turns her head with a start and the golden fringe completely covers her eyes.
- Chssss! Can not come with me, Trick-his heart suddenly accelerated and waved back and forth, while the index finger is pressed against his lips trembling.
The yellow hair styling tips ears, obedient, feel free to look away from the girl, who takes to get fired. The dog lies down and rests her head on her front legs by issuing a laconic whine. The gate-paint faded cobalt-beating remains with the breeze from the sea.
Inside the house there is only stillness. In the dark interior is filtered first light through the cracks of the blinds holes like a sieve.

For two years they had bought the house. Then the exterior walls were a bland blue and worn by wind and salt, still found the poster sold when they arrived. The first thing they did Fran and Mary the day she went to live near the lighthouse was painted indigo blue house, like the sky of a clear winter day, as the vast sea that disappeared behind the cliff, on whose edge lay the house, exposed to strong winds from the southeast. Marina
At first he was afraid. He could not understand why his father had accepted a job as strange as caring for a lighthouse, if he himself had explained that this gigantic lantern was controlled so mechanics, and the man's hand was not necessary for proper operation. At night the wind howled with a whimper incident and when the moon was full, the clarity was all that seemed to reassure the girl, she fell asleep watching this round framed in the window of his room. From his bed too could see the lighthouse: a high brick tower topped by the revolving light that never ceased. He imagined the rowing boats at night mesmerized by the beam of light that suddenly grew. In a conversation he had heard their parents speak of a liner that had capsized off this coast for more than a century, where most of the passage had perished.
one day broke down and got into the bed of his brother.
-Martin, I'm afraid the wind.
"The wind is only wind. In addition, it is high time that you get older.
The next morning, while her mother was driving to the city down the path open between the cacti and the evergreens, the head of the Navy flew to another place. He thought the proposal he had made his brother. A sort of spell to dispel the fear and become part of that place dominated by waves and wind. Trick

still lying outside the door. It will not move until she returns. For weeks, almost every Sunday, while their owners are asleep, the dog sees the child out ignorant of their whereabouts. Le shaky legs and chest, nervous, wanting to follow it contained, the sun forced him to squint, terns screaming in the distance. Marina
runs toward the road that runs at the foot of the lighthouse, it's easy to find the place it was his brother. You know you have the time just before her parents wake up and throw at fault. The sky is still covered in mist and the sea dotted with sailboats, which are lost in the horizon insignificant. The lighthouse stands as printed on a canvas of blue. Left sliding down an embankment to reach the beach of stones formed naturally someday. Inhale strongly through the chest filled with air, count to three and starts running. At the end of the inlet rocks rise draw the profile of the cliff. Then arrive at the base of the promontory, he is very busy and he can barely contain his laughter. The fear is gone, is brave and that makes you laugh out loud. His brother told him that she, like all sea is yours, so you can not avoid it again and again.
Put your hands on a rock sticking out and starts to climb. Straighten your arms and foot support. Gradually progresses from filamentous rocks warmed by the sun. After a while he stopped for breath and raising his head to keep his eyes yellow face with eyes that watch him uneasy. Is a seagull inn at the height of his face. A short distance that it seems huge. The bird shakes his feathers gray moisture while watching Marina. Quiet
-girlfriend. I'll jump.
The gull ruffling and shakes his head while throwing a short cry. She sits
to gather courage and take a look at your house: the upstairs windows with the blinds drawn. Trick will be waiting with ears pricked. Sure. " Looking for the dog, but since there does not. He imagines his return, his face wet and salty. It will be thrown to the ground on hot tiles. Will be licked by the animal to clear the trail of the sea on your skin. Drown in a cry of will tickle you with its rough tongue and soft. The dog closed his eyes while licking the sweet taste of your skin as a child.
is time: it is placed on the flat stone that is in front of her and looked at the feet are dry. "The most important thing is to have dry feet" is said to recall the words of his brother. Step forward, arms pressed against the body and looks up. A group of small islands in the sea that look like ants. In the center is one with a small tower that seems to be the queen. Feel a chill, the wind begins to cool. That old enemy already is but wind. Wind whistling, singing, wind speaks only she can ... his own words that are surprised saying aloud.
rose on the balls of his feet, picks up momentum and jump. Story

modified from the original sea is published in the Fourth Book of Writers School Madrid, Arena on shoes.