A madman has escaped from an asylum. In his aimless wandering enters a room. There is held a contest for wine tasters ... Seeing the methodical task of the present bowed their heads trying to understand, in the midst of his mental drift, what happened there. He decided to blend in with the tasters imitating, however irregular their actions caught the attention of those around him. As the wines took complexity, his mind became entangled with eager enthusiasm rubbed his hands and scoring inconsistencies the profile sheets. By now the audience were stunned, their concentration was set far in the wrong unknown.
The crazy abstracted from the reaction it caused in the other, pulled the nose of the last drink, his face held a look of satisfaction, the room started to go poking your nose in the glass of each of the other tasters with awkward innocence that would have a child discovering the world.
Once the round of drinks outside intrusion, again which I thought was his property and scored all powerful phrase in the tasting: "I found the elixir of eternal youth." Thus proving the reason of his madness and his relentless pursuit. She wrapped the sheet and put it in your pocket.
Then began the journey which he said would lead to the source of this elixir. Between liquor stores began taking along a bottle or throw quickly. He ran good twists and stretches the entire evening with the night and dawn, and so a couple of days so rampant.
Was it the moon, that takes care of her crazy, there was the smell or maybe a stroke of luck that let him lying under that tree, on the morning of the third day of his escape, with an empty bottle of wine any . Dew and birdsong I woke up and as the most lucid illusion of their ill-fated head against him were rows of vines that left a glimpse of the cellar in the background. There was nobody around, only he and his direct path to the source of his elixir.
were scuttled without much problem in the building, lurched through several corners, took any cork from a basket that was prepared for the work to begin in a couple of hours. He walked to the cellar of the finest wines from the cellar where they found the treasures of old vintages. It surprised the winemaker who used to arrive at dawn and not being able to see him differently than an obstacle in your life purpose, have the elixir of eternal youth, pounced on him. They wrestled each other, one attacking, defending the other, a fight to live eternally, the other to protect what it had always lived. The madman took a bottle and broke legendary head winemaker leaving the unfortunate tendency. He saw what he believed was the elixir spread on the floor, mingling with blood pouring from his head and throwing his victim's anguish on the floor, drank amid glass and wreckage, every drop I can. Before escaping
eagerly introduced the tasting with that notation on the bottle somewhere else with him, half-covered her with cork I had taken and laid in the empty space of the bottle of elixir. He just wanted to justify their actions. Sneaked out of the cellar as he entered it and disappeared into the vineyards to go to live forever.
The crazy abstracted from the reaction it caused in the other, pulled the nose of the last drink, his face held a look of satisfaction, the room started to go poking your nose in the glass of each of the other tasters with awkward innocence that would have a child discovering the world.
Once the round of drinks outside intrusion, again which I thought was his property and scored all powerful phrase in the tasting: "I found the elixir of eternal youth." Thus proving the reason of his madness and his relentless pursuit. She wrapped the sheet and put it in your pocket.
Then began the journey which he said would lead to the source of this elixir. Between liquor stores began taking along a bottle or throw quickly. He ran good twists and stretches the entire evening with the night and dawn, and so a couple of days so rampant.
Was it the moon, that takes care of her crazy, there was the smell or maybe a stroke of luck that let him lying under that tree, on the morning of the third day of his escape, with an empty bottle of wine any . Dew and birdsong I woke up and as the most lucid illusion of their ill-fated head against him were rows of vines that left a glimpse of the cellar in the background. There was nobody around, only he and his direct path to the source of his elixir.
were scuttled without much problem in the building, lurched through several corners, took any cork from a basket that was prepared for the work to begin in a couple of hours. He walked to the cellar of the finest wines from the cellar where they found the treasures of old vintages. It surprised the winemaker who used to arrive at dawn and not being able to see him differently than an obstacle in your life purpose, have the elixir of eternal youth, pounced on him. They wrestled each other, one attacking, defending the other, a fight to live eternally, the other to protect what it had always lived. The madman took a bottle and broke legendary head winemaker leaving the unfortunate tendency. He saw what he believed was the elixir spread on the floor, mingling with blood pouring from his head and throwing his victim's anguish on the floor, drank amid glass and wreckage, every drop I can. Before escaping
eagerly introduced the tasting with that notation on the bottle somewhere else with him, half-covered her with cork I had taken and laid in the empty space of the bottle of elixir. He just wanted to justify their actions. Sneaked out of the cellar as he entered it and disappeared into the vineyards to go to live forever.
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