A madman has escaped from an asylum. In his aimless wandering enters a room. There is held a contest for wine tasters. Participants, tall and serene as a poplar, open a huge circle around the crank, a small man, thick as chaparrete a hedge.
- "Know Your Mercies - shouts the kooks, I've come to avenge my lord." And with that he opened the knapsack he was carrying.
Tasters stood still, afraid to upset the little take out of that bag a knife to the head near tajarles about like a turnip. Instead, the madman left here and there, touching everything with hands as thick as dirty and not pulled out a knife, but a beautiful sherry glasses. First, he filled a cup and, after forty-five degree tilt, saw one of the wines in the competition. A beautiful cherry red garnet with Ruby, who later went to the nose with an elegance no one would of course. Stunned, the others heard him whisper of a primary aroma and tasted exquisitely saw him, appreciating his sweet shades with the tip of the tongue. Finally, coughed slightly and raised his voice to say it was the best, as there was no wine, so delicious and elegant, with such memories of fruit, incense, cocoa and pastries, and, therefore, there was the tasting terminated and declared the winner of the contest came. "He has sufficient qualities to it - said - but also know that wine is produced by my family, Tempranillo and extreme effort. Of sale eat many mouths. So you have to win, if not justice, it at least in need. "
At that time, a high and serene men stepped forward and said:
- "Who has believed you he is and where it was thought that is? One is in a serious and honest that does not support bazaars, or even concurring, as seems the case, the mitigation of alienation. "
The disturbed again put his hands on the sack and this time, took a carving knife.
- Stand, thief, scoundrel, villain, not avail thee thy scimitar. You are the giant who told me my lord, you the enemy of the Princess Micomicona they'll see his head roll so that the witnesses this event confuse the blood with wine. And vice versa. "
crazy Before the knife to undertake a taster to the taking of giant and objects, like glasses, leather, bottles and barrels, which took exactly what they were, the ambulance arrived. Two men fell to the force, but with the affection of those who had had to make more than one occasion.
- "Let Sancho, relax. We are the jury and the winner proclaimed wine you say. " Then in a conspiratorial wink, turned to the tasters and I whispered that the poor had thus gone from the day he killed his master.
But Sancho, who was a fine ear, heard them and was screaming: "Liars! Not dead, Don Quixote will live on forever. "
- "Know Your Mercies - shouts the kooks, I've come to avenge my lord." And with that he opened the knapsack he was carrying.
Tasters stood still, afraid to upset the little take out of that bag a knife to the head near tajarles about like a turnip. Instead, the madman left here and there, touching everything with hands as thick as dirty and not pulled out a knife, but a beautiful sherry glasses. First, he filled a cup and, after forty-five degree tilt, saw one of the wines in the competition. A beautiful cherry red garnet with Ruby, who later went to the nose with an elegance no one would of course. Stunned, the others heard him whisper of a primary aroma and tasted exquisitely saw him, appreciating his sweet shades with the tip of the tongue. Finally, coughed slightly and raised his voice to say it was the best, as there was no wine, so delicious and elegant, with such memories of fruit, incense, cocoa and pastries, and, therefore, there was the tasting terminated and declared the winner of the contest came. "He has sufficient qualities to it - said - but also know that wine is produced by my family, Tempranillo and extreme effort. Of sale eat many mouths. So you have to win, if not justice, it at least in need. "
At that time, a high and serene men stepped forward and said:
- "Who has believed you he is and where it was thought that is? One is in a serious and honest that does not support bazaars, or even concurring, as seems the case, the mitigation of alienation. "
The disturbed again put his hands on the sack and this time, took a carving knife.
- Stand, thief, scoundrel, villain, not avail thee thy scimitar. You are the giant who told me my lord, you the enemy of the Princess Micomicona they'll see his head roll so that the witnesses this event confuse the blood with wine. And vice versa. "
crazy Before the knife to undertake a taster to the taking of giant and objects, like glasses, leather, bottles and barrels, which took exactly what they were, the ambulance arrived. Two men fell to the force, but with the affection of those who had had to make more than one occasion.
- "Let Sancho, relax. We are the jury and the winner proclaimed wine you say. " Then in a conspiratorial wink, turned to the tasters and I whispered that the poor had thus gone from the day he killed his master.
But Sancho, who was a fine ear, heard them and was screaming: "Liars! Not dead, Don Quixote will live on forever. "
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