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. . D fter saying this, he gave two blows to his cap in the palm of the hand, the austere air placed in the head and said goodbye with a wave of his chin. That was his entire response to words that had left the young man's mouth five minutes before:
- "Old Muerete! " - he had said with an air of arrogance.
. . . Completing its insertación the old man turned, full of snuff from his old pipe clicks always accompanied him, a little waterfall and ... and continued his slow walk around town while smoking.
- "Bad service " - he said - " One day I will leave it ... maybe the day I die truth."
And lost thing left as the shouts and insults "which still barking at the back ... Poor
thought, has not yet realized that he too will grow old, it pays to be so stupid, instead of learning something from this life ... they believe they know everything ...
- " Ahhh .. You should go through life .. simple but not simple " - whispered to himself.
- " And all for what? Why ask just where the bus stopped coming to school? ... That life is .. " - And down the old road that reached the city center . On reaching the city was becoming noisy, crowded in a hurry, nothing to do with the old road that had left his back. That old street ...
That old street was like he was the old road that everyone knew for so long was the old street that once was the center of the city and today joined the old with the now Gran Via reformed ... never mind, that old neighborhood street with their yards, their lifelong shopkeepers, its tight corners, sunny balconies, old and worn tejares ... that street with its small park, now abandoned, with their exits and their bars plazetas manolo, pepe and pussy, those where the waiter even called you by name and knew what you drank .. Those that not only were Don Francisco, but because you were friends .. Paco And it's not - " What do you want to take? " - for now ... by mere formality.
That street was so Paco .. as Paco was Francisco.
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