----- To me this is napping I feel terrible, of course, since I'm not used ... happens is that I worked today in the morning and after lunch, as a rest for afternoon, for I have come to the bedroom with my laptop to write new chapters for my novel. Suddenly, I remembered I had my pool party. Nothing too raucous a neighbor who is a friend of the president of the Commonwealth and, every now and then, gives to organize food on the floor of a bathroom, to which everyone is invited: payment of 20 euros, or that Terrier include a toast Jouet ...
Anyway, as I was saying. That thinking about the neighbor, the summer festival, the beers on the water, people shashlik in hand, "Child, salt and water!" And that toast luxury, because I've fallen asleep with the computer on legs and head hanging. And I dreamed that I stood my turquoise bikini with yellow piping, my shirts fashion made in "all for one euro", grabbed my bag of flowers, towel, cream, sunglasses, the book I'm reading, and the keys to the apartment (I always plenty the book because I can not read while taking the sun), and I went down to the pool. Oh, as it occurred me that I can not bathe for not having paid 20 euros for the feast, he learns. Come on, that the pool is what it is and if you want culinary orgies does not bother me, but that does not bother them.
..... Plas ! Plasma! Plasma! -My flip flops flip flops quite noisy. Elevator, basement, garden gate, little road between blue bells, the gates of the duplex and went to the pool. Hey, here I am, I think. Without looking for any site, because I have no desire to discuss-sack towel, stretch out on the lawn, I remove the shirt over his head, the bow and leave the bag, I recompose the bikini, I get rid of the flip-flops ... I draw a rubber band that is in my wrist, hang my head all the hair falls forward and I caught him like a bunch of spinach, twice around the gum and go. I'm going to shower. Let me drop a few drops of water on (the shower is that short) and I go to the pool.
..... Madame may I? - I tell a woman who is in the water, along the stairs. And when it turns, I see a tray of sweets walk across the surface like a toy boat.
..... "Listen, the pool can not eat" I say. And she smiles, revealing a row of black holes and strokes as a tooth. I jumped, I look puzzled and I'm running to my towel. Suddenly, I see all the people coming toward me carrying plates of food and ghoulish smiles. I look to the side ... to another ..., looking for something to defend myself and find a parasol lying on the grass. I pick and I get to give sombrillazos right and left. And every time I reach someone disappears.
..... After half an hour of fighting, I am left alone in the pool. And now go, and it rains. I seek refuge among the trees out of the water and see the president of the Commonwealth, which brings a huge pot on his head and shouted, "Run!", Save the chicken curry.
Anyway, as I was saying. That thinking about the neighbor, the summer festival, the beers on the water, people shashlik in hand, "Child, salt and water!" And that toast luxury, because I've fallen asleep with the computer on legs and head hanging. And I dreamed that I stood my turquoise bikini with yellow piping, my shirts fashion made in "all for one euro", grabbed my bag of flowers, towel, cream, sunglasses, the book I'm reading, and the keys to the apartment (I always plenty the book because I can not read while taking the sun), and I went down to the pool. Oh, as it occurred me that I can not bathe for not having paid 20 euros for the feast, he learns. Come on, that the pool is what it is and if you want culinary orgies does not bother me, but that does not bother them.
..... Plas ! Plasma! Plasma! -My flip flops flip flops quite noisy. Elevator, basement, garden gate, little road between blue bells, the gates of the duplex and went to the pool. Hey, here I am, I think. Without looking for any site, because I have no desire to discuss-sack towel, stretch out on the lawn, I remove the shirt over his head, the bow and leave the bag, I recompose the bikini, I get rid of the flip-flops ... I draw a rubber band that is in my wrist, hang my head all the hair falls forward and I caught him like a bunch of spinach, twice around the gum and go. I'm going to shower. Let me drop a few drops of water on (the shower is that short) and I go to the pool.
..... Madame may I? - I tell a woman who is in the water, along the stairs. And when it turns, I see a tray of sweets walk across the surface like a toy boat.
..... "Listen, the pool can not eat" I say. And she smiles, revealing a row of black holes and strokes as a tooth. I jumped, I look puzzled and I'm running to my towel. Suddenly, I see all the people coming toward me carrying plates of food and ghoulish smiles. I look to the side ... to another ..., looking for something to defend myself and find a parasol lying on the grass. I pick and I get to give sombrillazos right and left. And every time I reach someone disappears.
..... After half an hour of fighting, I am left alone in the pool. And now go, and it rains. I seek refuge among the trees out of the water and see the president of the Commonwealth, which brings a huge pot on his head and shouted, "Run!", Save the chicken curry.
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..... Mercedes Martin Alfaya
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