Wild horses

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Cesar Burelli
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Wild horses

Notapor Cesar Burelli » Lun Feb 26, 2018 5:50 am

Wild horses


José Martíinez would consider that Sunday afternoons were full of sun, that was his myth. He always remembered how in a beautiful dream, that Sunday afternoon when he was barely four years old and his parents took him for a walk to Calvary. They went up some white marble stairs that seemed to have no end; His mother, who was so subtly beautiful, wore a vaporous, level dress that made her look more beautiful. Her father wore a hat and a cross dress, holding the child's hand, conveying that pleasant feeling of security and protection.
He would never forget that moment and although they, his parents were no longer alive in this spaceship called Earth, they would forever be eternalized in his memory due to that unforgettable Sunday afternoon.
When reaching the summit, everything was flooded with light, the rays of the sun crept through the trees of the Versailles Gardens in a true and wonderful luminous symphony.
When the young accountant John Boy in a grocery store in New York City, he met the beautiful Kitti Adams, they were both in love, Kitti's father would oppose that courtship because the diminished salary of the clerk presaged a future of narrowness to his beloved daughter. Jhon Boy understood and because he was an ambitious and daring man, he decided to look for gold in the West to later marry Kitti.
The afternoon when the lovers said goodbye, it was a splendid Sunday afternoon, the sun penetrated everything, and the beautiful figure of Kitti was highlighted with that white and fluffy dress that made her look like a daydream. That afternoon nature sang a hymn, and they lovers, on the banks of the Hudson made love ... That covenant was consecrated.
The legend would haunt him until after death ... Wherever he went, his terrible fame forced him to act with greater audacity as a kind of fatality; Bronco Kid, instilled fear and respect in the region. How many times talking to himself Bronco wondered. How did he, who had come to the West in search of the gold of the mines, finish it off in the assaults on the West Fargo Proceedings? In those moments his men watched as a sinister rictus crossed the fearsome face.
The trap had been well mounted, the men of the West Fargo had four long years behind their track and this time they would not fail. After an intense shooting the Bronco Kid fell; one of the constables who participated in the ambush, declared in the gazette with much admiration, as the face of Kid had drawn a smile that he attributed to his absolute lack of fear for death. What a mistake! The Bronco Kid smiled because he had seen the beautiful Kitti Adams on that sunny Sunday afternoon ...
While the wild horses raise the ocher dust of the Arizona desert, José's hand slips through the wet and unctuous folds of the woman, who is overcome by a spasmodic and silent orgasm, as it is the only one that is allowed to girlfriend when they make the visit in front of the television of his house, a splendid sunny Sunday afternoon

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