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was passing one of those wonderful nights at the resort of Sagua La Grande, in the sky did not miss a single star, were all cooperating with the moon in mission to illuminate the natural scenery of the beach Uvero. The roundabout was more crowded than ever forming affinity groups that crowed like a huge chicken. Some heard "Nocturne", others discussed their common issues, the boys were screaming, "mechaos" heard the American music banned in WIOD, boyfriends ... where are the grooms? ... Well those were not there, this full moon and a sea of \u200b\u200bsilver you can not expect them to participate in this circus.
But he spent the night and it was time to rest, little by little was left empty our downtown and long shadows were defiled like ants along the quays of "The Bottle" and "El Vedado" everyone went to sleep . The center and the roundabout was in absolute silence, and only a small group of friends refused to conclude the day, but nodded and attacked by the "tired beach." What we do-even asked any of them, "we can not be so," replied another, "Sotolongo, that tireless vacationer who never missed a single season, but gave up at last leave of the group and said: - "good jiles, I leave the air, on recess today my transmission" - and thus "sang the national anthem as if was an anteater was introduced in his tent that stood about 20 yards away. I was completely exhausted and in five minutes and the snoring of this marine mammal is felt in the same roundabout.
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was passing one of those wonderful nights at the resort of Sagua La Grande, in the sky did not miss a single star, were all cooperating with the moon in mission to illuminate the natural scenery of the beach Uvero. The roundabout was more crowded than ever forming affinity groups that crowed like a huge chicken. Some heard "Nocturne", others discussed their common issues, the boys were screaming, "mechaos" heard the American music banned in WIOD, boyfriends ... where are the grooms? ... Well those were not there, this full moon and a sea of \u200b\u200bsilver you can not expect them to participate in this circus.
But he spent the night and it was time to rest, little by little was left empty our downtown and long shadows were defiled like ants along the quays of "The Bottle" and "El Vedado" everyone went to sleep . The center and the roundabout was in absolute silence, and only a small group of friends refused to conclude the day, but nodded and attacked by the "tired beach." What we do-even asked any of them, "we can not be so," replied another, "Sotolongo, that tireless vacationer who never missed a single season, but gave up at last leave of the group and said: - "good jiles, I leave the air, on recess today my transmission" - and thus "sang the national anthem as if was an anteater was introduced in his tent that stood about 20 yards away. I was completely exhausted and in five minutes and the snoring of this marine mammal is felt in the same roundabout.
not last this pleasant dream Soto, because after a few minutes he appeared at the door of his shop, as ghostly visions, three silhouettes that emitted the sound of a 33 rpm record when finger stops at 22 rpm. Could not determine what it was because his mind was still on the mysterious Twilight Zone that divides the dream of reality. Gradually the speed of the disc were normalized and his eyes were focusing more on the silhouettes, until at last came to his senses and woke up completely.
It was a serenade to his friends Orlandito Vega, and Calero Coquiliso were giving to kill the boredom of the night at the entrance to his cave. The Soto invited them home for a single room was very similar to an Egyptian coffin, but he had no choice but to join and forget about the delicious dream that caressed it for a few minutes.
Some passersby joined the musical gathering of "the three gentlemen and 3 am, a crowd thronged now hear a concert where Coquiliso section, with only a comb and a weight Cuban pressed against his mouth, played with astonishing as a series of instruments known at the time, a quality that must be recognized and to reflect the history of the characters ...
sagüeros And so came the dawn. That was another unforgettable night for that group of friends beach, but now, tell them here, will be unforgettable in the history of Sagua.
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