The life of a blind called Sands
1. Introduction: (part 1 : who is Marisa?)
Sands was speaking for your "Motorolla" of last generation, a pot that was remaining without coverage every two for three. His plan was not developing as he was wishing and, still above, the utensil that was speaking started having interferences until, finally, it went out.
- Shit! - he mumbled closing the mobile and guarding it in the pocket.
Sands was a man of chestnut-colored hair and dark eyes, of average stature and similar good. He was appearing as member of a secret organization of elite; of what he was taking advantage to do what him was coming in desire. It was pleasing of walking along the houses of food of the whole Mexico asking for wood-louse pibil, (his favorite plate), mead and tequila. It was considered an unconcerned and difficult man of freak out, which was good at his work. He was of easy laugh, but also easy to annoy.
A child with a bicycle crossed him in way and stopped it under the pretext of chewing gums selling him. Sands wasn´t interested in buying chewing gums precisely.
"Please, gentleman ..." begged the child. "I ´ve six sisters, my mother is sick and I am orph..."
"Yes, yes; all right." cut Sands. "Do you know what we are going to do?" he added while a bill was extracted "I´m going to give you this, don´t want your chewing gums, but to change you are going to return to be able stand me, that is to say, I don´t want to return to see you, understood?."
He gave the bill to the baby, who observed it with eyes as plates.
"Hundred dollars!" he exclaimed "thanks, gentleman!"
Sands did a gesture with his hand as if he was separating an insect; he didn´t like the fllood of words, and wasn´t accustomed that the people were thanking him; for not speaking that the children were giving him allergy.
"Yes, yes; now meet" he murmured while the child was going away contentment in his bicycle.
"Marisa!" he shouted."Look what the gentleman has given me!"
Sands threw a fleeting look behind and saw to whom the small one was going. What was going to be an ogle turned into an examination of every detail of the girl to whom the little child was going. She was a girl of long, smooth hair and chestnut-tree cut in caps; eyes of the same color that his hair, and soft skin. She was a bit low, but she had a worthy body of a goddess: a few beautiful curves neither very big nor very small were forming his slender body. Her clothes lightly exact were stopping little for the imagination, but the sufficient thing as to be puzzled. She was taking the hair middle-braided, with many fugitive locks to the air. Sands wasn´t throwing him any more than twenty years.
The girl should have felt observed, since she raised the sight in his direction. Their looks crossed a few seconds, he challenging her and she supporting his eyes in touch with theirs.
Sands smiled and winked an eye; she reddened and lowered the look. When she turned it to raising, Sands already was continuing his way.
It wasn´t the first time that saw the girl. He remembered several times had seen her in a house of eaten that it he was frequenting, taking a drink or simply spending the moment.
" So she´s called Marisa ... " - he thought. " Marvellous; already I´ve one more amusement ".
Hi, people!; I´m spanish girl and, therefore, I am not very... well in the english language. I ask for patience on the part of the readers, but it´s difficult to me to translate from the Spanish the Englishman and I´m going to go little by little. Also I beg excuse me for the droves of donkeys that I could put, but, as charm, I´m not too skilful for this language. Bye!!!
Postscript: I would like to read your opinions on my history.
1. Introduction: (part 1 : who is Marisa?)
Sands was speaking for your "Motorolla" of last generation, a pot that was remaining without coverage every two for three. His plan was not developing as he was wishing and, still above, the utensil that was speaking started having interferences until, finally, it went out.
- Shit! - he mumbled closing the mobile and guarding it in the pocket.
Sands was a man of chestnut-colored hair and dark eyes, of average stature and similar good. He was appearing as member of a secret organization of elite; of what he was taking advantage to do what him was coming in desire. It was pleasing of walking along the houses of food of the whole Mexico asking for wood-louse pibil, (his favorite plate), mead and tequila. It was considered an unconcerned and difficult man of freak out, which was good at his work. He was of easy laugh, but also easy to annoy.
A child with a bicycle crossed him in way and stopped it under the pretext of chewing gums selling him. Sands wasn´t interested in buying chewing gums precisely.
"Please, gentleman ..." begged the child. "I ´ve six sisters, my mother is sick and I am orph..."
"Yes, yes; all right." cut Sands. "Do you know what we are going to do?" he added while a bill was extracted "I´m going to give you this, don´t want your chewing gums, but to change you are going to return to be able stand me, that is to say, I don´t want to return to see you, understood?."
He gave the bill to the baby, who observed it with eyes as plates.
"Hundred dollars!" he exclaimed "thanks, gentleman!"
Sands did a gesture with his hand as if he was separating an insect; he didn´t like the fllood of words, and wasn´t accustomed that the people were thanking him; for not speaking that the children were giving him allergy.
"Yes, yes; now meet" he murmured while the child was going away contentment in his bicycle.
"Marisa!" he shouted."Look what the gentleman has given me!"
Sands threw a fleeting look behind and saw to whom the small one was going. What was going to be an ogle turned into an examination of every detail of the girl to whom the little child was going. She was a girl of long, smooth hair and chestnut-tree cut in caps; eyes of the same color that his hair, and soft skin. She was a bit low, but she had a worthy body of a goddess: a few beautiful curves neither very big nor very small were forming his slender body. Her clothes lightly exact were stopping little for the imagination, but the sufficient thing as to be puzzled. She was taking the hair middle-braided, with many fugitive locks to the air. Sands wasn´t throwing him any more than twenty years.
The girl should have felt observed, since she raised the sight in his direction. Their looks crossed a few seconds, he challenging her and she supporting his eyes in touch with theirs.
Sands smiled and winked an eye; she reddened and lowered the look. When she turned it to raising, Sands already was continuing his way.
It wasn´t the first time that saw the girl. He remembered several times had seen her in a house of eaten that it he was frequenting, taking a drink or simply spending the moment.
" So she´s called Marisa ... " - he thought. " Marvellous; already I´ve one more amusement ".
Hi, people!; I´m spanish girl and, therefore, I am not very... well in the english language. I ask for patience on the part of the readers, but it´s difficult to me to translate from the Spanish the Englishman and I´m going to go little by little. Also I beg excuse me for the droves of donkeys that I could put, but, as charm, I´m not too skilful for this language. Bye!!!
Postscript: I would like to read your opinions on my history.