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miércoles, 11 de septiembre de 2013

Duty

The samurai surprised other warrior from behind and hugged him. He couldn’t kill him from behind, it wasn’t honorable. He asked him to take his kabuto off. He was a child. The samurai told him to escape. He refused. When the samurai’s sword touched the dirt, the blade was red.

martes, 3 de septiembre de 2013

The speech warrior

From seven p.m. to eleven, the crossing of those sidewalks was conquered by a huge black "speech warrior". He was a gigantic immigrant who “owned” that corner. He spoke loudly his incomprehensible language, moved his long arms, laughed, debated angrily and talked to his cell-phone. Everything was in its place.