Historia #63: Pan de F1.
- Valeria Venegas Salinas
- 20 jul 2023
- 1 Min. de lectura
Actualizado: 8 oct
—Rum, rum, ruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuum, eeeeeee, ruuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmm, eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, ruuuuuum, rummmmmmmmmm, Maaaax, ruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuum, eeeeeee, ruuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmm, Chaaarles, rum, ruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuum, eeeeeee, ruuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmmm, eeeeeeeeeeeeeee, ruuuuuum, rummmmmmmmmm, Cheeeco, ruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuum, eeeeeee, ruuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmm, …………………………...
Entonces Sandine, con un cuerpo entregado a su infinita hambre, decidió esquivar las "seguras" vallas de seguridad, las que aislaban su casa, para comprar pan con queso. Sí, en ese preciso momento.
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In english (at that time, I didn´t know I was going to be a F1 fan)
—Rum, rum, ruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuum, eeeeeee, ruuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmm, eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, ruuuuuum, rummmmmmmmmm, Maaaax, ruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuum, eeeeeee, ruuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmm, Chaaarles, rum, ruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuum, eeeeeee, ruuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmmm, eeeeeeeeeeeeeee, ruuuuuum, rummmmmmmmmm, Cheeeco, ruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuum, eeeeeee, ruuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmm, …………………………...
And so Sandine, whos hungry took power of her body, decided to jumped the security fence that sorround her house just to cross the Street to buy bread. Yes, in that precise moment.
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Ficha Técnica de la foto en el microcuento:
Canon, Powershot SX530 HS.
Monte Carlo, Mónaco. 2017.
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