Salchichas de pollo

I imagined people at breakfast, people who know each other intimately, probably a husband and a wife, speaking in unfinished sentences, in grunts, in coughs, as people do, particularly at that time of day. And I wondered what it would be like to sit down at that kind of dialogue, in which sentences are rarely completed and thoughts are rarely followed up and one person is not really listening closely to another. That’s all I had. And that’s when I began writing - Don Delillo

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Thursday, 20 October 2011

BAD DAY

Tracy era alta , morena , transgresora , divertida y tan atractiva como lo prohibido , pero no tenia un buen día.. Así que no me extraño cuando la vi en las noticias esposada después de haber incendiado la escuela donde estudiaba Ruso , un problema con los horarios fue la chispa que prendió la gasolina que su mal día esparció por el suelo