Small hope not to have feared monsters, invisible to the shadows taking his bed at night, to shiver down his back, to the blessed darkness into which they dipped their darkest thoughts: life after Elementary, Mr. Cat and his gang, the areas of the magnificent dragon or Jules Verne.
His mother said it, repeated it many times, but both hear the words came out the way they came:
-Commend the Lord to help you sleep.
But more padresnuestros and head avesmarÃas incustrada in the darkest of the pillow, Ant plunged into a terrible nightmare all by the shadow that was coming at night, and he would stare for hours until therrible crazy traffic, such as pushing through ant willing to build a nest.
After several experiments, has found a path that leads from the outskirts of the expansion of national unity, to the golden area of the chaotic Avenida Hidalgo, in about seventeen minutes, not exceeding forty miles per hour, and long enough to fit in the parking lot and off the car stereo, to avoid temptations of a well-intentioned malechores. Although Ant claims not to be part of the psychosis that may Pedro Ferriz said all Mexicans live, for the back since he left his car until he enters his office, installed a new alarm on his truck that cuts power to gasolina the engine, and had his parents changed the lock on the key that lost in the mall: a 5000 phillips dual reinforcement protection cuarentaycinco caliber bullets.
But most measures taken by more minutes to live locked up for more alerts, more prayers, or for more marches with lit candles, or Ant and nobody can take off that dark fear reason for our existence: the fear Death. And that is why Ant, has taken refuge in his novel as a last breath before taking his own life, as I once read of Count:
'Being a writer is to rob life to death. "
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