Miguel Ramos
... .. In a snowflake, Mexico City is moving, and between works of Metrobus and suburban train, the Senate finishes work. Communes sing carols in the ice rink not to get caught looking so put skate, mushroom fingers. And the posted number of people now are digital, pointing up or down on the number of deaths. Thus the Christmas Grinch observed, while in his evil lair stinking planned. In San Martín a pipeline bursts, sure was because the illegal extraction of fuel, the authorities themselves put the paw. Vallejo closed, like Ermita, the junction of Indios Verdes, Cuauhtémoc, Division North and Consulate. To be happy, in 2011 Green tenure, pay per cylinder capacity, not the model, nor depend on the Idle, or bite, or the mileage. The year of campaigning, unclogging the snatch, back to Mexico a battlefield. Over the Grinch in his bitterness hinted that the dispute is always in disguise, because jumping from bank to bank makes the charge is ... .. bicentennial route nearly complete, the thirty percent complete only if it is promised that next year the buzzword will rise. Since the government palace clock strikes twelve, in the pines of tuna patties and verbena Iztapalapa center at its peak, as in Carranza, in Hidalgo and Obregón. The Grinch at the window waiting for the cake turkey, apple mixture and the salt cod, you have to hide gifts for people to understand the meaning of his being. But doing time as the City of Hope sleep, grab a bottle of green glass, wants to find the bottom and takes, you feel heat on the forehead, but suddenly warns that spying on the home front, or will be narcos agents?. Takes his bag of shaky Santa Claus, and a jump to the first floor and a second on the sled faster. Here you relax and have a cup of coffee, is dying of cold and no wonder because even if you want, with the trembling of the teeth does not say a peep. Walk in cornices and seeing the reality of it falls on the back seat and died of laughter, no work, not so insane as he tries to destroy a few homes seems to persist, and nothing is going crazy. Sadness overwhelms him, and a giant knot is formed in the throat. Of pain grips the chest, knees bent, and fever without mercy two neurons will burst. It enters and exits in terror, in town to destroy Who else is a reason ... .. because the City and its surrounding regions is no more than just an option ... .. live with many, many guts !!!!!
Happy Holidays !!!!!!
