A madman has escaped from an asylum. In his aimless wandering enters a room. There is held a contest for wine tasters ...
Fabian thinks this is the beginning of the version of events, say that the days have accelerated their injuries psyche, somehow corrected in the asylum but not healed.
eleven o'clock in the morning and everything is ready. The tasters have given up coffee, snuff and fragrances, watching in the distance offered wines blind, with no labels. Fernando had prepared the perfect ruse to murder his wife Lourdes, think Fabian as they announce the tasters.
serve a little wine in their glasses and, after gentle circular movement has managed to soak the liquid around the glass, watching the color: red purple with violet hues betray the young wine, and a preference for red brick one of two or more years. Purity, transparency and fairness, the "Tears" on the walls of glass, bubble ... Fabian is the dream of a million nights writing on the skin, unaware of their status as simple helper in the work to represent the poor devil who was responsible for pulling the trigger.
tasters smell wine in the cup still, then print an intense smell revolving again. Strain, fermentation and bouquet ... smell of wood, floral, plant, smell of fruits, spices ... The scent of lime, apple, rose, hay, cinnamon, licorice ... and while admiring the ability Fabian dunk concentration in the amalgam of smells to be discerning, feeling that inhabits a strange questioning look that can not answer. Do not know what led him to keep track of the words of Fernando, they were also used to weave the net being caught. Everything was exposed and the police arrested him.
comes time to take a small sip tasters bubbling, air passes through the liquid to the vacuum by a thin slit of the lips, tongue, rubbing the palate, the wine is engaged, is harsh and tannic ... Fabian was surprised with the pros, but his mind remains committed to unlocking the hieroglyphic writing on the wall of his memory. Fernando managed to slip away and he, with the expertise of its lawyers, that apply The defense of temporary insanity brought about by jealousy ... jealousy over a woman? ... Why a man? ... Among the wines
hard, rough, round, velvety wine, silky, fine, balanced ... also sometimes seek to infiltrate the Foulweald, rusty, green, rancid, chopped, rusty ... The tasters between tests have been rinsed the mouth with plain water, took bread and sweet and salty, Fabian smiled ... moving slowly along the path that will lead to the end Sensing. He knew that in that place was to develop a professional tasting of wines, and among the attendees was announced Fernando, a billionaire businessman and prestige. Escaped the asylum, bribing a caretaker, with only one goal: revenge.
"What are you doing here, Fabian ... have you already released? I knew it! I told you so, five years maximum and the street ... now ... you and me ... Do you understand? ... "He says Fernando, surprised to see him.
"I never doubted you, Fernando Are you still up the offer? I have heard that you hold that bottle itself and ... promised ... remember? ...
- Chateau Petrus?, Yes ... sleeping in my cellar ... Waiting ...!
tasting is complete and both leave the room. Fernando takes the car will transport them to his winery and invite up to Fabian, as he pressed hard on the stiletto concealed in his pants pocket.
Fabian thinks this is the beginning of the version of events, say that the days have accelerated their injuries psyche, somehow corrected in the asylum but not healed.
eleven o'clock in the morning and everything is ready. The tasters have given up coffee, snuff and fragrances, watching in the distance offered wines blind, with no labels. Fernando had prepared the perfect ruse to murder his wife Lourdes, think Fabian as they announce the tasters.
serve a little wine in their glasses and, after gentle circular movement has managed to soak the liquid around the glass, watching the color: red purple with violet hues betray the young wine, and a preference for red brick one of two or more years. Purity, transparency and fairness, the "Tears" on the walls of glass, bubble ... Fabian is the dream of a million nights writing on the skin, unaware of their status as simple helper in the work to represent the poor devil who was responsible for pulling the trigger.
tasters smell wine in the cup still, then print an intense smell revolving again. Strain, fermentation and bouquet ... smell of wood, floral, plant, smell of fruits, spices ... The scent of lime, apple, rose, hay, cinnamon, licorice ... and while admiring the ability Fabian dunk concentration in the amalgam of smells to be discerning, feeling that inhabits a strange questioning look that can not answer. Do not know what led him to keep track of the words of Fernando, they were also used to weave the net being caught. Everything was exposed and the police arrested him.
comes time to take a small sip tasters bubbling, air passes through the liquid to the vacuum by a thin slit of the lips, tongue, rubbing the palate, the wine is engaged, is harsh and tannic ... Fabian was surprised with the pros, but his mind remains committed to unlocking the hieroglyphic writing on the wall of his memory. Fernando managed to slip away and he, with the expertise of its lawyers, that apply The defense of temporary insanity brought about by jealousy ... jealousy over a woman? ... Why a man? ... Among the wines
hard, rough, round, velvety wine, silky, fine, balanced ... also sometimes seek to infiltrate the Foulweald, rusty, green, rancid, chopped, rusty ... The tasters between tests have been rinsed the mouth with plain water, took bread and sweet and salty, Fabian smiled ... moving slowly along the path that will lead to the end Sensing. He knew that in that place was to develop a professional tasting of wines, and among the attendees was announced Fernando, a billionaire businessman and prestige. Escaped the asylum, bribing a caretaker, with only one goal: revenge.
"What are you doing here, Fabian ... have you already released? I knew it! I told you so, five years maximum and the street ... now ... you and me ... Do you understand? ... "He says Fernando, surprised to see him.
"I never doubted you, Fernando Are you still up the offer? I have heard that you hold that bottle itself and ... promised ... remember? ...
- Chateau Petrus?, Yes ... sleeping in my cellar ... Waiting ...!
tasting is complete and both leave the room. Fernando takes the car will transport them to his winery and invite up to Fabian, as he pressed hard on the stiletto concealed in his pants pocket.
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