A search urine was happiest of his life. The liquid sparkled with sunlight streaming through the small window in the bathroom simulating a strange and precious material. He recalled the story of a man who had dedicated to working both urination whose product was perfect, culminating dying in front of the toilet, and after the autopsy, were found diamonds of a similar color to the champagne in your bladder. It was the luckiest out of the bath of his days away at the height of his company, which had about thirty yards from his home to the barn where he hoped to find the boy. Many years of waiting finally would yield its fruit, a wait that was born from his first experience with a chicken in the country house of his paternal grandfather, was collecting eggs, and stood his cock-hungry somewhere in the which settle and move up to spit the milky liquid so often seen in back scattered from different animals (including some women and men at the time believed easily fall into the madness of love is not), picked up one of the hens to inspect your daily posture, an outburst which focused on his pelvis and hands, caused them to lower his pants and torn close to the animal that gave a strong clucking soon drowned and the bird's body trembled, just as the teen had. His grandfather never suspected grandson's behavior when he noticed that the number of hens decreased, did what he thought was the logical thing: Leave out of work the manager of the house and this, with no alternative than that of the petition, asked the grandson your employer assist him, the request came as a glove to teenager, without hesitation, asked her back, the manager's reaction was a blow that left the young man lying on the floor and a former worker in jail for personal injury. Most promising was the morning of his days, it a few steps to open the barn door that was once his grandfather, and he was the guy who probably slept, as the friend of his younger brother, when he surprised one Sunday , the child was not aware of the barrage until he became a member in deyector erect, and had no choice but to wait until the weapon loses its tension and the snorting of his who was on it ended up getting dressed and run out of the house they never returned. Those who had loved best were the hens always prostitutes complained or asked him if he wanted more money into their rear, girlfriends or boyfriends I had, they asked that the subsequent kisses could never dispense with total conviction, as orders were part of a different circle of love, in which all delivery was unstoppable stream, so once sold off all the requisites of the subjects in their braising, ie, after having obtained the relevant qualifications, decided to retire to the country house of his now deceased grandfather, where the hens had enough to indulge in their own grunting and shaking movements and dying birds and remember them in the starry nights in twin and noisy. It was the most glorious moment of his life, the door creaked a little and the child was hit by the morning light that tore his eyelids still closed, was lying in a fetal position, maybe trying to protect themselves from frost that morning had fallen mainly the field, perfect for the lover thought I might have to cough while I was penetrating, riveting as the boy's father, who after having delivered to him, took a large dose of rat poison without caring to leave his then son a year in state orphanage and the only possibility to be cared for by the employer who had agreed a night in which it requested in the midst of a binge and which he accepted without the slightest glimmer of resistance. It was the most shining moment of his life, the child was four, without which he ordered, and only gave a little cry when he took his penis and inserted between the tender and virgin cavity boy of twelve years; trying to cover his mouth with his hand, he bit the child until a little blood came out of it, which prompted him to move with a certain rage that made him forget all those years of waiting, the boy continued training, which consisted of exercise deyector simple caress her while the boy rested after helping to collect and clean the eggs that were in the house. When he finished inside the boy, he said he would like to be pregnant, and they embraced for the first time they kissed that resulted in another bite, until they both felt a slight metallic taste of blood that had to start this love which concluded befell few minutes later, when the boy told him it was time to go, to indulge his own search of love. That afternoon was not the last nor the most sad, just one more he needs to die in peace and wait for the last entry of air into his lungs. When he died, the boy was no longer boy, but a big man who wept over the grave of the only man she had loved.
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