I was little and at home were getting even the parquet (or as they write)
my parents announced they would soon come to spend a few days my cousins \u200b\u200band my uncles Catalan here.
my cousin who I had named best luis. When they arrived I remember they were throwing in the TV series of drawings of Police Academy, where the tough guy said "wait, still missing the point on the i!" and did it with a bazooka.
My house smelled particularly well, wood and glue. My uncles were left and that night I dreamed that in the garage across the street from my house, right across from my balcony, opened the entrance to Hell. Car had flames coming and coming and I knew I never ever would come out. My neighbors door 9 were there, especially the father (Jesus) saying that we should be careful and that neither we approached the door, which he left big flames.
My father is now in the room next door could not even breathe because of the multipe diseases that have (or claims to have, that if, even so the bastard is still alive and fighting) and I have peered the balcony of the house I left and came back and announces that there is a wind storm.
The mouth of the garage has never been opened to hell since I have not yet ruled. The smell in the air, while a cold air of Christmas, reminds me of summer.
