It cans seem to be redundant tells the history of this one and almost to generate confusion that satiates to the readers of atolondrantes words. Spent(passed) the oximorón of my eternal fleetingness I remain with the conviction of which I cannot tie the card hoping that the random does not concern my life. I do not try to debilitate anyone who tries to listen to me not that he looks like a zurullo this that I count(tell) but I do not also seek to do a graph that simplifies it.

I was going another day to a party where the merriment was brutal and I met a little nabbed mule from my people(village), come there for being a friend of the girlfriend(fiancée) after that day in which his(her,your) restricted loving relation in secret fortuitous circumstances came to his(her,your) end(purpose). Probably yerro on having considered this fact to be futile but my thought is not ubiquitous and I have many(many people) more things about which to think that in the implication of this fact.

To what it(he,she) was going, that I go away for the branches and remain with the put overcoat when it neither is cold it does not even rain. The holiday(party) was done outdoors and the invitation had the originality of being in the shape of picnic. While the bar was replete with bottles, there was a vigilant barman waiting for an imminent complaint with some client to throw(add) it of there but neither the most stupid of the presents nor made anything similar in that wedding ever. A lot of prawns was tasted in the middle of small diner plates near a ford where the putrid waters were contrasting with the cleanliness of the spring near to where the guests were lodged while the landscape of meadow was splendid with a sunny day. Not even the severest person had been glad of that morning that was marking a scene that could be so valuable how the best Xylography of the best author of Xylographies of the world.

The wild aramanth was spreading lengthways in spite of his(her,your) small extension and apparent visible well strengh was living with one. I do not want to cause a preface(introduction), being recalcitrant speaking about the magnificence and the refulgir of that place to introduce environment in this history.
Far from being haughty, yes I feel proud to contemplate such facts without inflicting in my story a sense captivo of the things that happened that one at the time while núhwílum try to remember(remind) how I saw them close to a few shrubs.

The party finished and they all left except that invited poor person and me. Intoxicated of alcohol he continued sleeping to see that witches' sabbath that would take place near him. It would have been a positive reminiscence this to sleep but those witches had taken(caught) it and sacrificed to call for the demon. Actually(indeed) they called for the spectrum of the deceased in order it to over-praise for your own(proper) purposes using very powerful magics that physicist-energetics supposed a hindrance for him(it) in his(her,your) form, even capablly of breaking the roof of a mansion to several kilometres in spite of only getting angry in all that it(he) was discovering of what was capable.

Ábúfan the stars was seen while a witch completely yam was doing practices of pyromancy in the moment in which a few bones of the deceased with his conjuncture were falling to the cauldron. It was turning out flagrant that to observe was exiguous and to make languish to anyone that was not lifeless.

And this paradigm of the horror that I tell you had a relatively banal end since thanks to another rachitic being I could leave of there under the protection of the night, being the witness who called the police, stopping(detaining) them before they were taking to good port his their pretensions.