was undeniable that the cabbage had left organopónicos beautiful, but inexplicably Lilliputians as Brussels sprouts, and that was not the idea. In addition, sheep that had been expropriated jumping gracefully floating on the candid about the last farm expropriated running now stampeding towards them, to devour as much as the first crop of the farms would Zamora. On the verge of moving from uneasy dreams to the nightmare, he was awakened by his cell phone buzzing Vergatario. He got glasses, checked the number and answered expeditiously. -Order, Commander president, supreme leader of the process ..
not understand much, but felt the excitement in his voice brought by his early-morning phone Creole:
- lees ... ... ... sshshh Ssshhh ito .. .... ... Urge ... ssshh eto. . rrecho! But for now,
"Excuse me, President, Black Berry better call me, that this guy never understand anything. In seconds, on the other cel, captured the severity of the message.
- Elijah, I need an urgent decree! But for now
As he heard the order of the highest, the concern calaba his mind. It was - to the world, "disappearing from much work or public facility, both for refining complexes of Dance Aerobics communal rooms, the newest nuclear power and modern construction yard ball, face The picture, the figure of imperishable supreme head of the revolution and twenty-one spike of the process.
Feeling that he put as Brussels sprouts, stammered
- What advertising campaigns, comand ..?
- Nothing! Neither the wild melody or the echo of my voice sleepy!
Elijah was restored when the leader broke fundamental:
- Well, Elijah! Do you think I can lend my face for a government so Remal like this? Do you think that I have face to continue to appear on billboards next to this army of useless fifth column that has spread across the country? What I get out my face face by my government and party, eh?. No, certainly not!, The leader got here asshole!
"One question, commander, how do we do with the Simon Bolivar satellite? Because there tamb .. ..
- I do not know, oh, boy! Háblate with the Chinese, the Russians, with whom you want!
the other side there was silence. And Elijah also plunged into a more serious and deep. He brooded. I could not understand. Coffee was prepared expropriated. "This was pure pod or fame or no longer tastes the same" he said. He lit a cigarette, though he knows he should not. It was in search of his laptop Orinoco, a gift from Prime Minister Socrates. Before you start writing, looked sideways and saw that he was alone, she thought: "The truth is that nickname it suddenly comes to hair." Drafted the decree. He was very fine. Both seemed like a piece of history, he dominates the field with expertise. But now worried instrumentation. Imagine having to organize legions of workers who were knocking blade in hand hurdles after hurdles, while other hundreds of thousands took off billboards or climbed poles to lose a million posters of the recent campaign National Assembly.
At best, tried to calm down, no such action was needed devastating. Because one thing is get the face to the process and the revolutionary army and otherwise make the rear. Although he admitted, figuratively this time was good for both. No, no, that was as much. And how much the operation would cost? And how much is going to take the mayors without deleting anything? And the bottle of cock? That if the Mission Faces or Face Borren Dura, go figure. Heck, I would fall termite stick was the only mountain. Maybe enough to give you some temporary alterations to photos to mislead. Painted with burnt cork, for example, whiskers like those of Don Diego de La Vega and whiskers like those of sociologist Roberto Briceño León. But for this plan B, had to wait for the rain to pass and make a triangulation with the Cubans to import the corks .. No, no, no ...
dawning in the valley of Caracas. Elijah awoke and sweaty forehead. He felt incredulous. He recalled that yesterday had left his article in El Universal, that tomorrow would go to the academy and college and that was his twitter @ eliaspino. "Damn, if so, I'm still myself." The Professor jumped out of bed and jumping around for joy came into the living room in pajamas. The neighborhood still does not find explanation to those cries of euphoria:
(Published in the Diario Tal Cual on Sunday November 28, 2010)
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