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2011 HAPPY CHRISTMAS! Whiting

From these four walls we want you to spend a wonderful evening surrounded by those you most want. We hope that the door of your house only between joy, love and, of course, thousands of gifts.

My four walls are filled with some movement, we are missing that we want but Angela is way. So tonight we just want the laughter echo in the house, Christmas carols do not stop and do not miss the food. We know that from up there we do not want penalties.

HAPPY CHRISTMAS!

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baked with vegetables and News Letter to my king

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the end, nothing to go back to routine. We spent a few days getting used to the absence Durillo Xiao, mostly because my dog \u200b\u200bis having fatal. He looks sad and scared, every time we go what happens fatal, seems to think that we will not return. We are already better, we collected the ashes and keep at home seems a bit comforting.

I thank you for your expressions of support and understanding. It is wonderful to find with people like you @ s on the road. I never thought that so many you could understand and love me know that you want both your bichillos like me. I hope I apologize that I have been forgotten, but this week I put up with your blogs.

However it seems that bad news does not end. Last week I had ultrasound and review with my obstetrician. The baby is not gaining weight and weight is very soft. I repeat the echo before New Year's Eve and if still the same will have to induce labor. I am relieved to tell us about their training that all is well. For now, more peaceful life and to eat more.

Now I have only to recover the desire to cook, I take things one week pulling Sencillito. Iron, pasta and boiled vegetables. Yes, for dinner he looks to me goes into the fish. I carry the pregnancy could not stand the smell and now it annoy me so much that I use a quick and healthy dish like this, whiting roasted with vegetables.

Ingredients

• 1 of 1 kg whiting. in two backs
• 1 / 2 onion
• 2 green peppers
• 1 red pepper
• 2 tomatoes
• olive oil
• Sal
• Basil
• white wine

Development

In an ovenproof source will a bed with shredded vegetables except the tomato that breaks it into slices. We will put up the backs of the whiting, previously salted, and sprinkle a little dried basil.

Sprinkle the fish with olive oil spray and intense with a glass of white wine.

Place in the oven, preheated to a temperature of 180 degrees and leave until you are done taking care not to dry. In my case in about 10-12 min. utlizando ready air option.

is very fast and simple to prepare and I love to mix the fish with grilled vegetables.

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Xiao

The first time I saw you would have only a year, jumping out of the portal of your old house at top speed and looked at me. At that time neither you nor I were boy together, and we almost knew. You were a big and lively puppy who just wanted to run and run.

spent a little time and begin to see ourselves very much, I know you I wanted too. It was the time you took off your kid, which was more pampering than you, ... I remember how I looked in the distance, I barely touch you were leaving. He was a stranger who got into your family. But I learned to love and to you. You've never been a normal dog, you had that special something that attracted worldwide. Started to leave mimase you, you let me take a stroll and I obeyed on the street, yes the "boy" watching from the window. Glad you came out to greet me at the door, and start playing. Always waiting at the foot of the stairs.

remember a holiday, the trip brought us to the beach. You did not like the car, howling and macaws not moving. And I do not know what to do ... and you only wanted your kid were with you in the back seat. We moved and you calm down, I was still one of the go. The camping on the beach all you know, digging holes bigger than you could imagine, I bañabas on the beach, you were going uphill ... but always returning.

And spent 6 years where I fell in love with you and I knew where your guy going, going beyond you. So when your boyfriend before marriage came to live at home, there I was you too. We think that the garden would make you very happy until the first day that I left out tore it, you sat proudly in the middle of the lawn and we looked defiant. We knew your site would be inside with us. When you get married you had a fatal, you missing your family, because I still was not. Go without eating, he puts and I do not know what to do. We'd have to go back to your old house but ... Seika did your nanny and your life and ours changed.

Since then we have a family, the four always together. Accepted me as one more and I wanted very much. Educating Seika, took care of it all, played, ran, ... And fell in love at all, I remember as children's own development came to see and play with you. However big you were, with all the dirty tricks did you ever had a bad sign with them. Started at the time of your little things, first operations in the eyes, then found your diabetes, income, diabetic comas ... later a couple of tumors, infection Unidentified ... but all, all emerged stronger.

This past year has fought hard, diabetes took your eye and lost a lot. Nevertheless continued to enjoy your swimming in the pool in summer, stroll through the garden, your caress, your naps. Little by little, you'd say goodbye, but we did not want to see it. Your back legs lost strength, but it did not matter, you always struggling to get up and complain if we tried to help. You've always been a big head.

know we did everything, everything and more for you. You know that if they could have, had we done more. But yesterday, December 9, decided it was time the leave. We were the three alone, you tata Seika, you and me. I made a gesture with his paw and walked. You just go off in my arms, without suffering, without pain. Has spent 15 years with us and appreciate every minute you have given me. Every kiss, every caress. Touching miss angry back leg, something you hated, asking me howling dinner when you were hungry, your snoring at night ... so many things.

know you have to be now in heaven, and be able to see again run. That there are people waiting and will take care of you. While here you will always remember. You left a big hole.

I do not expect anyone to understand, many will think it's just a dog but it is not. It is my Xiao and my family, so is entitled to be reminded and was crying. That and never, never failed me. That has been at the foot of my bed when I was sad and sick, has been in the happy times and says that without talking much more than other two legs.

Xiao, I love you. I hope has passed the pain and go back to being happy. Watching from up there everything is in order. Thanks for this strange has been part of your family. Mil Besic my king, my teddy Chinese.

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Again I have to take my grandmother to explain the recipe. In my house, my grandmother eat cakes, no pies and the rest of the world. Why? The truth is that I have no idea if it is bought pies away from home if that call it home but if they are cakes, period. This results in more than one curious moment, especially when you order a cake tapas in a bar and they look to be crazy expensive. And is that my grandmother did not take the opposite and all assume that it is, for that is the best cook in the world (I can not say that my mother is the best that neither knows nor wants to learn to cook). And although Mr. House has tried to convince me that the call dumplings at the end it is he who has finished asking "cakes" to eat.

Ingredients

• 1 package wafer or dough dumplings
• median 1 can tuna in brine
• 1 / 4 onion
• 1 small can of red pepper
• 1 to 2 hard boiled eggs
• 1 egg
• bechamel sauce:
• 40 gr. butter
• 40 gr. flour
• 350 ml. milk
• 1 / 4 Starlux broth
• Nutmeg

Development

in a bowl will crumbled tuna along with the onion, red pepper and finely chopped hard-boiled eggs. We mix it all together and reserve.

will prepare the bechamel, first melt the butter and then add the flour. We turn to the flour to brown with fire rather low. Then add the milk gradually (previously temperate), stirring with a barillas to prevent lumps. When you are connected and smooth add 1 / 4 starlux broth and grated a little nutmeg. Let cook a few minutes.

When the bechamel is ready add tuna mass initially prepared and give a few laps to be built. After what we will bring a dish and leave to cool before assembling the patties.

Prepare pastries, ie we will put a tablespoon of dough per wafer and sealed with a fork.

Then we fry in hot oil or , as I have prepared today, browning in the oven. The roast will on paper and paint with beaten egg, the introduction in the preheated oven and leave until golden.

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Cakes Soup to cure the common cold Penguins in my living room

Although it can seem I'm not cold, yesterday we went out and Mr. of the house, which is very brave, was recently entertained by what has been raised with a horrible throat, fever, ... ie a full-blown cold. In these cases, there is nothing like a homemade broth to warm the body and that I have prepared but ... tricky. And my grandmother, who is the best in the world, I freeze broth cans so you always have one handy at home. The stock of my grandmother is the best in the world, of course, as with all, hahaha. There is more mystery to a lot of time cooking and good ingredients. In this case, my grandmother always bet for a piece of chicken, beef bone, ham bone (rather taco ham bone), potato, carrot, onion, peas and something else that escapes me now. Of course not only the broth, egg later are also inimitable. The pity is that as I always prepare everything I never fixed as prepared, the time, as do those nuggets so rich ... Two mornings I have yet to go home, for the broth and lentils that, however hard they try, as I never leave it.

Regarding my many fronts I will summarize a bit:

• My new boiler works great, heats the house much faster and is supposed to be more environmentally and economically. When the gas bill I will tell you.
• On Friday I went to court and present the documentation, I did a minideclaración and probably go to trial more than anything because my "mug particular" says the accident in a place other than a friendly hand and I declare. Yes, still out since 21/10. I do not know if more impressed with him or the doctor who is signing the casualties.
• And most importantly, my baby. Although ultrasound was not playing I asked the gynecologist to make me one for that many days without seeing it, haha. See it, see it, only a moment. It must be embarrassing and no way. I still have little amniotic fluid, but it is worrying to continue drinking lots of water and gave me no other solution. The baby is fine but petite weight for its time, of course, I have not eating fat diet so I have given a little leeway (WELL !!!). What I said is that it is very long, about 5 cm. more of your time so give me that I have a couple of onesies that release. Already in the 42 cm. we are only in week 32.

Finally we went live yesterday Mr of the house and me. We went to see a countryman, Bunbury. I'm a rare case in my country, I like Bunbury but Heroes del Silencio. The concert I loved it, as I always prefer the direct disk but ... I loved his previous band, Hurricane Ambulante. Introduced in their songs violins, cellos, trumpets ... and now has become more rock. Too much guitar for my taste and for Angela who complained a few times. Luck, that their concerts are seated so I could go for that 2 hours of walking I'm afraid not been feasible. After we have something out there with my sister, I'm Angela's out raucous me that did not bother me anything all night, is I think I was enjoying it.

Here's mom and laughing and enjoying Angela

Ahhhh, and a reminder to those affected by the drivers. I honestly do not understand that a privileged group plays so well with people and the worst, be allowed to get away with it.

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A quick appetizer, finally changing my boiler. Surely one of the coldest days. I got up with the snow garden, unfortunately the rain has ended the snow before it can make a fotillo. That yes, from 8 am without heating has led to an invasion of penguins.

hope to make it work but we will migrate to other latitudes.

And this afternoon consultation with the gynecologist, to see how is my baby, I hope to bring great news. I'll tell you and I have a fotillo, which as we have not left a sad echo to teach, hahaha.

hope that you are not going too cold out there.

I leave you with my favorite singer, Ricardo Arjona, and penguins in bed (stating that their duets are not his forte).

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chicken and turkey meatballs or the importance of a good poultry

The truth is that this week I've been very lethargic for cooking, has collected about the car, my boiler running at times and my returns to be perrete Pochill (which means I get up 3-4 times per night) so I was very tired. Of course, things are solved.

1. On Friday I called the car insurance lawyer told me not to worry that I also present my documentation and also already have filed two parts of the hospital like they do not show any injury so I guess not can see too the coroner.
2. Between Monday and Tuesday I mounted my new boiler. Do not know the desire I have to stop to watch the slightest noise, power shower with constant temperature and to heat and operate at the first (especially with the cold that is doing).
3. And this week I have gynecologist and I hope to give you news of the baby.

now explain the title. To me it is very important to have confidence in the places where I buy meat, poultry and fish. These things do not usually shop in supermarkets, except in cases of force majeure, because I like seeing live parts, choose the cut, ... and that the trays plasticized not me.

Of course, such as meat balls, nothing but sometimes I buy prepared and freeze in case of trouble. In particular these are chicken and turkey, I resultam lighter. Where poultry is bought at a market in the lifetime, and make them know that they only use meat, meat (so to speak). And the truth is that at home, often they do not know if I've done or where I bought. So this recipe has no greater mystery than a good tomato sauce for bread spreads endlessly.

very observant For there are only 11, Mr. House gave a good account before the photo

Ingredients

• 12 chicken meatballs turkey
• 1 can of 250 gr. crushed tomatoes (I use the brand in March which is of Aragon)
• 1 / 2 onion
• 3 cloves garlic
• 2 green peppers
• 1 red pepper (not too big)
• olive oil
• 1 / 2 broth Starlux
• Sugar

Development

First fry the meatballs in abundant olive oil over medium heat so they are done and golden but not burned. The source we will bring with paper towels to remove excess oil and reserve.

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While the average onion very thin and will to cook over low heat. We'll chopping the peppers and add to onion. Climb over medium heat and go jumping. When the onion is browned and peppers tender add the sliced \u200b\u200bgarlic. Finally, the crushed tomato, 1 / 2 stock cube and a small teaspoon of sugar to remove the acidity of the tomato. Let cook for 8-10 min. medium heat. We will test and add salt or sugar.

So will the balls and give them a turn to coat in the sauce and heated.

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My first prize

The truth is that has surprised me a lot, I have to thank Audrey Sweet for remembering me. I recommend that you go for your blog has a bit of everything. I'm supposed to pass it on to 10 blogs but I think it is best to take any of the usual (if you are on my list is that you please me much, lol). And now answer the questions to know me a little more. This is the idea of \u200b\u200bthese awards in the background, right?

1. Why did you create the blog?

The truth is that blogs had long been following a very different type and, remaining unemployed, I thought it was a good idea to create one with my hobbies that make me a little every day. At the moment I have focused in the kitchen but I love clothes, animals, ... and little by little I want to show everything.

2. What kind of blogs do you follow? Majority

those linked to the kitchen, at the moment is what I like to but I read many linked to fashion and animal adoption.

3. What is your favorite makeup brand?

Here I have no doubt, Dior. Is the most respected my skin, I have more natural and less noticeable. And it lands Guerlain.

4. Essential makeup products.

Lipstick, cocoa or gloss. Without some of it I can not leave.

5. Favorite perfume.

Delicias de Cartier.

6. Favorite clothing brand.

Here I must say I am extremely unfaithful, I buy what I like and fits me and what my finances allows me so my wardrobe has a bit of everything.

7. Is your favorite color?

Phew, this really is complicated for me. Everything depends, in any case it is easier to say that I like all depends on the time of the season ... yes, I'm not missing the white, black and red on any garment.

8. Is the movie that you like best?

Pocketful of miracles in Frank Capra, is a film that I love but is best known What a Wonderful Life.

9. What country would like to know?

Many, but I'd love to get to know Spain.

And now the prize is you want.

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Chicken breast with pineapple and curry sauce

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Unfortunately the house can not come to lunch at noon and usually as a single. For me it is a problem because I do not like too cook for one person or that my remaining thousand leftovers for the fridge.

Today I woke up thinking about chicken and pineapple, but again only one so I've been looking for different sites any recipe that convinced me. Eventually I stumbled upon this recipe for chicken with pineapple and curry blog Temptations. I thought fast, easy and, above all, applicable to a single person. It has been very little that I have changed the original recipe and I can say that I love, I'll no doubt repeat.

Ingredients (1 person)

• 2 chicken breast fillets
• 1 small can pineapple natural
• Sal
Curry
• olive oil

Development

We put a few drops of warm olive oil in a nonstick skillet and brown them in it 3 slices of pineapple. In the tin leaving 4 and I booked for the sauce. Once browned, without adding more oil, fry the chicken fillets. We reserve all in one dish.

To prepare the sauce, pour the liquid from the can into the skillet in which we have golden pineapple and chicken. Add a pinch of curry and we have reserved the slice into pieces. Let reduce over medium heat until it is as a kind of sweet.

and ready to serve, put the pineapple slices and brown the chicken with the sauce.

As you'll see, I've included two slices of bread with raisins, nuts and orange. I love this bread, I buy into slices and freeze. So use it when I really feel like. The bakery is spectacular, the problem is that you take with you into everything. Not if the people of Zaragoza will know, is called The Petit Croissant but I recommend both for the variety of breads and pastries as for his stuff saladas. 

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The first sensation was pain, as if they were injecting a thick fluid throughout the body, part by part. The pain gave way to some chills that made electrically set me on the couch, every muscle, every nerve ending break open a shaking frenzy. The phenomenon should not have lasted more than five minutes, but in me a strange sense of perpetuity, I suggested it would never cease. Then, step by step I could go back control of my limbs. Arms, legs, hands, fingers began to obey my thoughts, although a slight confusion made the task difficult. It was not until the confusion ceased I could open my eyes. The intensity of light emitted white four areas were firmly ingrained within a metal ring hanging from the ceiling, just above me, made repeatedly blink until my eyes were getting used to the brightness and my eyelids began to move normally .


After a while, I noticed that was not tied to a stretcher, as I had originally thought, due to the clumsiness moving my limbs, that something was imprisoned. I sat up to sit on the cold shiny steel plate, which was my bed at that time. I found that I was naked and that each parts of my body were in perfect condition, just as I remembered from the last time he had been aware. I turned to my right and left legs hanging towards the ground.
- Is everything OK? Asked a voice that I could not determine where it came from.
I do not know, "I said it seems so, although I have my head dizzy.
"It's normal in a few moments you will be like new.
- Who are you? I asked.
"A friend.
- Where are you? I see your face.
From a corner that remained bathed in shadows appeared a man of little stature, stuffed figure, brown hair and beard streaked with white, short uneven.
"I do not know, you're not my friend, I got angry.
"It really do not know me, but that does not mean it is not your friend," she smiled.
- What do you want from me?
"Nothing.
- What I do in this office?
- Office? -Will miss the chubby man. This is not an office.
The stranger walked a few steps toward the door and turned on the lights in the room. In front of me had a large wooden desk, quite old and full of papers, books and a small laptop. Behind him a library, packed with hundreds of books, rose to an imposing appearance. Next to the table, almost stuck to the wall was a soft chair and a lamp, both rested on one of those colorful Persian carpets. Actually I had not lied to this man, there seemed no way an office. Then I looked down trying to determine if the metal table, lying on the sitting, was such. Great was my surprise to see that this was not a stretcher, but was equal to a chair in front of me and not only that praised me, I also was incomprehensible to see that was not naked but was dressed in casual clothes.
"Sorry, I have been very rude to you," said the man walking toward me and extending his right hand, "my name is Fernando.
"A more relaxed like I said and shook his hand," my name is ...
At that time I was devastated, confused and some idiot, I could not remember my name, Fernando seemed to notice my distress and smiled paternally.
"Relax, do not seem to remember your name.
-No.
-not remember your name because you are not name.
- How? I exclaimed.
-just do not have.
"But my parents put me name?
"No," serious, "your father gave you no name. But that does not matter, what matters is that you are well and you can solve that problem and some major.
- More Important? Fernando
walked slowly to the other chair, sat down and after thinking for a few moments gave me a serious look.
"Your father is not a good person," he said gravely, "you have brought to life to play with you. First gave you everything you need to be happy, then you took all that and even more: your health, your family, your love. After you laughed again and gave back what I had removed. But the last time you could not stand it, so much hatred generated you see depends on their moods, their irony, of its arbitrariness and cruelty, why not say "you tried to commit suicide. But I rescued you, to use his own words, with a hint of pride, certainly, and vainglory. He also wanted to play with me, wanted to stop by my friend offered me friendship and cookies sprinkled with mates, but I have not swallowed the bait, so now I leave you free, so you can charge your revenge, do justice to the real monster .
- What do you call my father? I asked, my mind came together as a stampede River of memories, images that I returned to reality and confirming the word by word said Fernando. Giaccone
-Juan Manuel replied quickly and that name stuck in my heart like an arrow poisoned with a potion that oozed hatred.
- Ah, you bastard, I'll kill you! I shouted angry but my anger was transformed in a few seconds in distress. No ... no power ... I'm not going to be evicted, "I repeated.
- Why not? Fernando asked, guessing my thoughts. "Because again
will disappear from history.
"It will not power," said quiet.
- Why, I did once?
"Well, this may not be able, for I returned to life and now it's just me I can take you. And believe me, Beast, I do not do it.
then smiled satisfied, I realized that revenge was a question of time. Sure would be too easy to kill and would not be consistent with the cruelty with which I had handled.
Since then I have spent all my time planning the revenge. I will not rest, with the help of my friend, of course, until such discredit that Giaccone, they all laughed at his stories and is considered the worst of the writers of the network. I'll tear it, not with my claws, but with my words.

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Blue Fairy

of Marguerite Yourcenar

merchants from Europe were sitting on the bridge, facing the blue sea, the indigo shade of gray patchwork sails patched . The sun constantly changing place between the ropes and, with the rolling of the ship, seemed to be jumping around like a ball that bounced over a very open mesh network. The ship had to turn constantly to avoid the pitfalls and the pilot, aware of the maneuver, he stroked his chin blue.
At dusk, the merchants landed on a paved shore white marble, blue veins streaked the surface of the large slabs that once were covered with temples. The shadow that each of the merchants dragged behind him on the road, walking in the direction of sunset, was more elongated, narrower and not as dark as at high noon, his tone, a very pale blue, reminded the dark circles that extend under the eyelids of a patient. In the white domes of mosques Mirrored blue markings, like tattoos on a delicate heart, from time to time, a turquoise was clear by its own weight of wood paneling and fell with a thud on the carpet and pale blue spring.


She got the moon and launched an erratic dance like a devilish spirit, between the conical tombs of the cemetery. The sky was blue, like the tail of a mermaid's scales, and the Greek merchant was in the mountains lining the horizon bare a resemblance to the shallow blue group and the Centaurs.

All concentrated their shining stars inside the palace women. Merchants entered the courtyard to keep out the wind and sea, but women, frightened, refused to receive them and skinned them in vain to force their hands to call the steel doors, gleaming like a leaf sable.

So intense was the cold, the Dutch merchant lost all five fingers of his left foot, the Italian merchant fingers amputated on his right hand a turtle that he had taken in the dark, by a simple cabochon lapis lazuli. Finally, a nigger out of the palace crying and explained that, night after night, the women rejected his love for not being sufficiently dark skin. The Greek merchant was able to ingratiate himself with the black thanks to the gift of a talisman made of dried blood and dirt of a cemetery, so the Nubian brought them into a large living overseas and recommended color for women who do not speak too high to avoid awaken the camels in his stable and are unaffected by snakes suck Moonlight milk.

merchants opened their coffers to the greedy eyes of the slaves, in the midst of fragrant blue smoke, but none of the women answered their questions and princesses did not accept his gifts. In a room full of gold, a china wearing an orange jumpsuit branded as the impostors, because they offered the rings became invisible at the touch of your skin yellow. None noticed the presence of a woman dressed in black, sitting on the end of a corridor, and as he inadvertently stepped on the folds of her skirt, she cursed them by invoking the blue sky in the language of the Tartars, invoking the sun the Turkish language, and invoking the sand in the language of the desert. In a room covered in cobwebs, the merchants were not answered with another woman, dressed in gray, which could be felt constantly to make sure that there was, in the next room, scarlet, merchants fled to the sight of a woman in red who was bleeding from a large open wound in the chest, although she seemed not to notice, because her dress was not even spotting.

were able to hide out in the wing where there were kitchens and deliberated about the best way to reach the cavern of sapphires. Constantly bothered by the bustle of the water carriers, and a mangy dog \u200b\u200bwas licking the stump Blue Italian merchant, who had lost fingers. At last, they saw the stairs from the cellar of a slave girl who had crushed ice in a cloudy crystal Glazed bowl, set it down without looking where, on a column of air, to let your hands free and able to wave, lifting up front, where the star tattooed mages. His blue-black hair flowing from his temples to his shoulders, his blue eyes looked at the world through two tears, and her mouth was only a wound blue. Her lavender dress, with fine fabric wash faded by tired, I was torn at the knees, because the girl was accustomed to prostrate themselves in prayer and made him constantly.

not matter that he did not understand the language merchants, he was deaf, so he merely nodded his head gravely when they inquired how to get to the treasure in a mirror showing her eyes the color of gem and then pointing his steps in the dust of the corridor. The Greek merchant offered her charms: the girl had rejected them as they made a happy woman, but with a bitter smile of a desperate woman, the Dutch merchant handed him a bag full of jewelry, but she bowed with hands rolling the poor dressed all broken, and they were unable to guess if it is deemed too indigent or too rich to such splendor.

Then with a blade of grass lifted the latch the door and found themselves in a courtyard inside round like a bucket filled to the edges of the cold morning light. The young man used his finger to open the second door into the plain, one after another, they headed inside the island by a road bordered by clumps of aloe. The shadows of the merchants were glued to their heels, which seven small black snakes, while the girl was devoid of any shade, which gave them to think about whether it would be a ghost.

hills, blue distance, turned black, brown or gray as it approached, however, the merchant of Touraine did not lose courage and give courage to sing songs of French soil. The Castilian merchant received twice the sting of a scorpion and his legs were swollen knee and took a ripe eggplant color, but did not seem to feel pain and even walked over safer and more solemn than the others, as if supported by two thick pillars of basalt blue. The Irish merchant, seeing how pale beaded drops of blood on the heels of the girl who walked barefoot on helmets china and broken glass.

When they reached the site, had to crawl on their knees to enter the cave opened to the world not just a narrow mouth and cracked. The cave was, however, more spacious of what had been expected and so their eyes had become good friends with the darkness everywhere discovered fragments of sky between the cracks of the rock. A very pure lake occupied the center of the basement, and when the Italian merchant threw a pebble to calculate the depth, not heard her fall, but bubbles are formed on the surface, like a siren suddenly desperate to have expelled all the air filled your lungs. The Greek merchant dipped their greedy hands in that water and dyed to the wrists, pulled as if it were the boiling vat of a shark, but failed to grab the sapphires that rowed, which fleets nautilus, denser those waters that the seas. Then, she undid her long braids and hair dipped in the lake: Sapphires are set on them as in a dark silky mesh network. Called first to the Dutch merchant, who got the precious stones in the leggings, then, the French merchant, who filled the slashing of sapphires, the Greek merchant crammed a bottle that led to the Castilian merchant, tearing sweaty leather gloves, the filled and put them round the neck, in such a way that seemed to have both hands cut off. When it was the turn of the Irish merchant, and sapphires were not in the lake, the slave girl took off a necklace of beads and carrying signs will ordered that he be put on the heart.

came out crawling on the cave and the girl asked the Irish merchant to help her roll a great stone to end the inning. Then, put a seal made with a little clay and a strand of her hair.

The way they were made longer than the morning round. The Castilian merchant, who began to suffer because of his legs poisoned, he staggered and swore by invoking the name of the Mother of God. The Dutch merchant, who was hungry, tried to wrest the blue ripe figs from a fig tree, but a swarm of bees hidden in the thick syrupy deeply stung in the throat and hands.

reached the bottom of the walls, the group took a detour to avoid the guards and walked quietly to the port of fishermen of sirens, which was always desert, for a long time ago that no sirens were already fishing that country. The boat floated gently into the water, attached to the toe of bronze, the only remains of a once colossal statue erected in honor of a god that no one remembered the name. In the spring, the slave was deaf intention of saying goodbye to the men, waving his hands placed on the heart, then, the Greek merchant took her by the wrists and dragged her into the boat, moved by the purpose of selling Venetian Prince Negroponte, who knew that he liked women injured or suffering from any disability. The girl was carried away without a fight and tears, falling on the wooden bridge, were transformed into beautiful aquamarine, so their killers managed to give reasons why it did mourn.

The left naked and tied to the mast, her body was so white that the ship served as a beacon in the night clear sailing between the islands. When they had finished their game of sticks, the merchants went down to the cabin to go to sleep. Towards dawn, the Dutch took the bridge spurred by the desire and went to the prisoner, willing to violating it. But behold, the girl had disappeared: the bands hung, empty, black trunk of the mast, like a belt too wide, and where his feet had touched soft and thin there was nothing but an aromatic herb mantoncito which gave off a humble blue.

In the days after a dead calm prevailed, and the rays of the sun, which fell perpendicularly upon the smooth color of algae, producing a squeal of hot iron dipped in cold water. The Castilian merchant's gangrenous legs had turned blue as the mountains that are discerned on the horizon and spills purulent slid from the tables of bridge to the sea. When suffering became intolerable, the man pulled a large knife belt and severed triangular up to the thighs of both legs poisoned. Died exhausted at dawn, after the merchant Sapphires legacy their Swiss, who was his mortal enemy.

After a week called at Smyrna and the merchant of Touraine, who had always feared the sea, he chose to land, intending to continue their journey on the back of a good mule. Armenian banker sapphires changed his ten thousand coins with the effigy of Prester John. They were perfectly round pieces and uploaded Frenchman happily with them until thirteen mules, but, so I came to Angers, after seven years of travel, was surprised to find that the currencies of the monarch did not give way in his country.

In Ragusa, the Dutch merchant traded its sapphires and a pitcher of beer served at the same dock, but had to spit that insipid liquid that he had thrown the same taste as the beer tavern in Amsterdam. The Italian merchant landed in Venice in order to make himself Dogo, but died murdered the day after his marriage to the lagoon. As for the Greek merchant, came to a tie out sapphires and suspend over the side of the boat, waiting for contact with the waves off its beautiful color beneficial blue. When wet, gems became liquid and hardly added to the treasure of the sea a few drops of clear water. The man was comforted catching fish and roasting to smoldering ashes.

One evening, after twenty-seven days of sailing, the ship was attacked by a privateer. The Merchant of Basel swallowed his sapphires to removing them from the greed of the pirates and died in appalling pain guts. Greek, jumped into the sea and was picked up by a dolphin, which led to Tinos. The Irishman, beaten to a pulp, was left for dead in the boat, among the corpses and empty bags, no one bothered to remove the false stone pendant blue I had no value. Thirty days later, the boat went adrift on its own in the port of Dublin and Irish dismounted to beg for a piece of bread.

was raining. The sloping roofs of houses for low suggesting large mirrors to capture the ghosts of the dead light. The uneven pavement is puddled more and more, the sky a dirty brown, looked so muddy that even the angels would have dared to leave the house of God, the streets were deserted, the position of a traveling draper who sold socks raw wool and shoelaces, he looked left at the edge of a sidewalk under an umbrella. Kings and bishops carved in the porch of the cathedral did nothing to prevent rain falling on their crowns or mitres, and the Magdalene received water in their bare breasts.

The merchant, all discouraged, he sat down under the porch next to a young beggar, so poor that his body, bluish cold, you could see through the tears in her gray dress. His knees knocked together slightly, his fingers covered with chilblains pressed a piece of bread. The merchant asked for the love of God who gave it, and she laid him in the act. The merchant wanted to give her the blue beads hanging because they do not Have it nothing else to offer, nothing more reached into his pocket, around your neck, between the beads of his rosary. Not finding him, she began to mourn heartbroken: no longer possessed anything that might remind you of the color hue of the sky and the sea where he had been about to perish.

sighed deeply and, as dusk and the cold fog thickened around, the girl was snuggled against him to keep her warm. The man asked him questions about the country and she replied in the rude dialect of the people who left long ago, while still very young. So aside shaggy hair covering the face of the beggar, but was so dirty that the rain was making in the regueritos white, and the merchant discovered with horror that the girl was blind and an ominous cloud covered the left eye. He left for it, however, laid his head on those bad knees covered in rags and slept calm: the right eye, which had been deprived of sight, was miraculously blue.

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LITERARY WORKSHOP: Sins of beginner

These are the mistakes that usually fall to start writing:

Cacophony:
sounds are repeated abuse hearing. To remedy these singsong, just reread the text aloud and find synonyms for words with the same end.
USE
the gerund:
special attention should be paid to the use of the gerund since, used to excess, produces a slow, heavy pace.
"It is wrong to use the gerund after, that is, one that indicates an action after the main verb.
"The teacher left the class found the director."
-is also incorrect to use the gerund when accompanying direct add things, and indicates action or change:
"I saw a whirling ball.
" Neither is correct usage of the gerund with names based on the indirect or circumstantial.
"I bought my mom flowers to celebrate their holy"
"The gerund not be used:
a) As specified adjective referring to things
" This is the order determining the structure "
b) As a model that means quality or state.
"I offer dog knowing hunt


abstract vocabulary:
When you start typing, the use of abstract language is almost inevitable. However, you have to do without the big words: Truth, Freedom, Destiny ... In a story is over. Not help the understanding of history, do not explain the background of the argument, or do not explain, rather, as it should be, in which characters are involved.
In this sense, it psychological vocabulary without depression, was not motivated, it was a family tension ... On one side is that, of more or less technical words not involving the emotion of the reader. On the other hand, say a character who is depressed is too pale a summary: what makes that character, what they think, what they remember, what you try to forget ... all that is what the text should give us, rather than a clinical diagnosis.
is also a common mistake to count things in the abstract. For example:
"That morning, Peter was balanced, optimistic and confident"
"That morning, Peter closed his house a bang, without worrying about lock up and tap-dancing down the stairs "
In the first sentence the reader is asked to process three concepts: balance, optimism, security.
In the second, you are invited to observe a character is described in a scene.
All concepts of the first sentence are present, such as shares in the second. In looking at what makes the character, the reader will induce, also how it feels. The first sentence bored. The second entertains the eyes, gives task to the ears, and awaken curiosity. The first is a summary and abstract, while the second phrase is descriptive and specific.
therefore, should "see" the story before you write it. Close your eyes and imagination projected onto the scene by scene, the film will shoot with that argument. Addressing the story as a description as detailed as possible, those images that have passed before us. PD

Look what you do in life verbal, if you have to tell your spouse that your child has misbehaved, not comentaís: this boy is bad. Le comentaís a fact: This morning I did not want to wash, and had breakfast and I threw the laundry out the window and has bitten the cat.

assertive style:
Beside this abuse of the abstract, it is common style for small accounts assertive. And sometimes, it is necessary to affirm or deny, without further ado or fuss.
But in general the nuances, the almost, perhaps, an air of indecision in the narrator's voice, contribute greatly to the credibility of the story. "Almost, at times, a little, perhaps, it seemed, as it were, ..." better than these: "always, all, no doubt, was ..."
If I tell the story of a character kind is likely to end up telling that: the misfortunes of virtue bulletproof. And maybe, if I am good, I get that strain. But it's hard. A story like "the good, the bad, the silly, the ready-bit is set to our experience. A kind person who has, however, a weakness, it is much more credible and enlivens the narrative passage. A story that confirms what we already knew - "X is a saint" - falls on the monotonous. But if we start with "X is almost a saint," appears to holy '... if we pose the story from almost, of what has come to test their holiness, and have a dramatic core, a focus of action and interest.

emphatic style:
Another very common fault is the emphatic style. And although it is an error with some pedigree-usually denotes wealth of vocabulary and verbal ability, you should avoid at all costs. We refer mainly to the hype. For example:
"He cry startled him "
" Your bowels quaked at that awesome scream that tore his ears. "
When looking for a relief effect will be to work from the contrast. For the reader to hear that cry, for example, should play from a few sentences before, with very slight sounds: the rustle of the curtain in a window, the ticking of a clock off ...

IRONY:
is the strongest action to highlight something, a gesture, an action an idea.
Some issues may require serious treatment. But a note of humor, an ironic touch, give vibrancy to any story. And support its plausibility. Without a counterpoint distance between racks without the mockery that is the irony, the stories, even that move, charge a little.

MATCHING THE TEXT:
The anaphora, and the reason cataphoric are essential resources, there is no story without them, and generally use very little. Because maybe it makes sense that a story begins with the start and finish at the end. However, in an artistic text that logic does not matter. In the story, rather than linear, interested in organic. And a body is that, a set of interrelated elements. Anaphora and cataphoric
are simple resources. Anaphoric call all phrases that repeat, remind, mention, earlier passages of the same story. Cataphoric which are anticipated, a more or less explicit, the facts that follow.
On the other hand, as another resource of the first order, although more difficult to grasp is the reason. The reasons are not concepts that should appear throughout the story. They are not ideas but things. They might say, a few items that we place strategically on the set of history.
An example: suppose we try to write a story about a divorce. Well, the argument can go either way, but we will have them appear in the course of the narrative, a roadblock, pruning shears, a bridge that threatens to collapse, few days of sun in mid-January, an odd glove, a broken sleep at midnight, a returned letter has not reached its destination, a song whose end has forgotten some of the characters ...
All these are reasons. Things and concrete actions that will strengthen the main idea of \u200b\u200bthe story.
Without cataphoric anaphora and without motives, the story progresses in a vacuum. Should build according to that old story narrative consists Leninist: two steps forward, one step back. It should be noted that the reasons are important because the information provided by the text tends to disappear, to fade, and the reason is an allusion, an indirect signal, an effect redundancy, which is constantly reminding the reader what it is there.

ARCHIPELAGO THE STORY:
action emerges in a few islands, without a visible link that one, and it is as if history had been inside, drowned in the author's intention. This failure can only be addressed with the text before, chasing the threads of the plot, but due to an error of perspective that is also among the singers novel: the more you listen to oneself, the better resonates within their own voice, less is heard from outside. The technique of singing, like the story, is to project the sound. You have to sing as if you were sitting among the public.
must write from the place of the reader.
often difficult to take away their own text, focus on that story as if it were theirs, and ask the questions that the reader would. But therein lies the art.