The market for soy burgers. One of the things I like about my school, but has not made use of it (I wanted to do while I am appalled with the prices of old boxes) is the heavy and varied market that generates outside it, especially in Calle Almirante Barroso. Depending on the time and day the passer and the student can find wire figures, antiques, fabrics, jewelry, crafts, books, information cultural, and even food.
Within this last category has exploded this year a specific product: soy burgers. This food product seems to have become fashionable, with different accompaniments "healthy", coming well in their respective bag, are sold here between $ 400 and $ 500 approximately.
the first time I heard of that kind of burgers (I'm not exactly very "hamburguesero") was due to Bohemia, who does not eat meat, and once on a visit to her home we gave them to test my Nostalgia and . I must admit: I liked. Although I am an omnivore by nature and family genetics, and even the best arguments make me give up the pleasures of the flesh, yes, yes, this is the moment that any reader can say I'm a criminal butcher-blood lover, I found a pleasant flavor and substance, and was good for me. But he had not heard from these burgers, but once that Nostalgia bought one for the hunger in one of the many concerts in Italy Park Puerto performed.
Until this year there have been in glory and majesty in the street that runs along the thickness of the college you attend. Mostly they are sold, I've noticed, for youngsters to dress in style "punk", softly and without much promotion actually. But apparently successful, because they have been multiplying the suppliers, which mainly have their time to "make America" \u200b\u200bbetween noon and two o'clock in the afternoon.
In this market has come much amazes me that even promotions are sold. Yes, because one of the providers (or rather, a) offers to combine an enticing burger juice, strawberry I think.
So it seems I'll have to prove the hand. I manage to drool over (which is not very difficult).
Brief description of the Kingdom of the Escape. Three chairs are in the last room of the palace of the Kingdom of imaginary flight. Is this really a rather isolated country, which can only be reached by a single road. It is a narrow road, since few people driving by. But wide enough to fit a bike of these German-style World War II, who had a compartment for it to be someone sitting on the right side, if you look from front, left, if we take into account the driver. It is also possible to arrive by sea. The ships anchored in the bay during rainy nights in the dim lights are only on the coast, and when seen from viewpoints to reach the yellow, wooden boats depart in search of the few passengers and few things that local people seem to need. The port has several decaying warehouses in one day were stacked dozens of boxes that arrived from around the world. Today you can find them almost empty, and days of rain drops filter walls and ceilings. Old colored bus routes run through the hills of earth and a kingdom in which his toy does not know computer games or heavy water pistols. They are soldiers of lead, red double-decker buses, and wrists of thousands of types and colors. Little girls are not many, as not many people are there, use blue vintage dress that would be regarded as something very strange for young people from other parts of the world, but the grandmothers would understand perfectly. this strange place people come as Malevo, who played and lost, for it never returned. How to get there is neither simple nor cheap, people who have adopted it as their land tell strange stories about how he managed to arrive. Some say with a certain firmness and admiration, robbed banks to pay such a long journey. (In fotolog.com / elpoleno of July 19, 1996) Where did I leave the words? Greetings.
Morricone music. Two songs from Morricone. One yes, I know. The other I have no idea what it's called. I just like how it sounds, I am moved. And I have both in the head, at this time.
fluttering, ringing me, trying to calm me. While I think I'd be listening, so as to give me some peace to combat the major storm that has gripped the territory of the foreign, wind that shakes the foundations, pillars rain drags. I would like.
But I'm not. Or even find that street music that screams so loud beast.
Pepón.
