Alicia Rhodes I Like It Black 5

Juan José Arreola: Theory of Dulcinea

In a lonely place whose name is beside the point there was a man who spent his life avoiding specific women. Preferred the manual enjoyment of reading, and was pleased effectively every time a knight lunged to fund one of these vague ghosts female virtues and skirts made of overlapping, awaiting the hero after four hundred pages of deeds, lies and nonsense.

On the threshold of old age, a woman of flesh and bone laid siege to the hermit in his cave. Under any pretext entered the room and invaded with a strong aroma of sweat and wool, a young peasant woman warmed by the sun.

The gentleman lost his head, but far to catch the front of her, leaned towards through pages and pages of a pompous creature of fantasy. He walked many miles, speared sheep and mills, burr oak and a few took three or four heels in the air.

Upon returning from a fruitless search, death awaited him at the door of his house. Only had time to make a will cavernous, from the depths of his soul dry. But a pastor's dusty face washed with real tears, and had a useless flash with the mad knight's tomb.

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