A madman has escaped from an asylum. In she wanders aimlessly enters a room. There is held a contest for wine tasters. Like no one paid attention to the mad, they were all too expectant tasting Marcelo Gomez Valverde, a renowned winemaker who had deigned to their presence at the event. Marcelo
was equal to all the great winemakers who know they are great, almost unbearable. Every time I did a wine cataba with exasperating patience and every sentence issued on that cup, said almost contemptuously, as if you leave them to it very expensive. Also, ever notice the people who listened.
saw the crazy spin his glass, tilt and look at it carefully. He saw take, swish, swallow solemnly with her eyes closed and say words that sounded like nonsense. He also saw how people were waiting for all movements Marcelo as hypnotized.
With the curiosity of this character the madman was running through the spectators to get in front of the tamer of hearts. A woman, believing another winemaker, offered him a drink. The saw grabbed and clung, enjoying the colors took the wine when spun in circles.
He put his nose and enjoyed the myriad of aromas that woke her nose pads and sleeping for years between damp walls. Then he took the majestic elixir to his mouth, covering him any language. Tasting and enjoying as a kid. Like a madman.
When he awoke from the trance, opened his eyes and realized that everyone was watching.
The madman was forced to say something. The people demanded a sentence, as if their lives depended on their verdict. Concentrate up the pear, imitating the winemaker for a moment beside him. Escaping the situation and looking for inspiration unknowingly took a big gulp, swallowed and let her speak for him unconscious.
- What good is this shit!
This phrase Marcelo forced to open their eyes and see the new protagonist. As soon as I saw his eyes could not hide.
- What do you do here? How do I find? No longer
Gómez Marcelo Valente, the winemaker. He was naked. Undisguised. The madman looked
and only then, could see.
- Tanito?
was equal to all the great winemakers who know they are great, almost unbearable. Every time I did a wine cataba with exasperating patience and every sentence issued on that cup, said almost contemptuously, as if you leave them to it very expensive. Also, ever notice the people who listened.
saw the crazy spin his glass, tilt and look at it carefully. He saw take, swish, swallow solemnly with her eyes closed and say words that sounded like nonsense. He also saw how people were waiting for all movements Marcelo as hypnotized.
With the curiosity of this character the madman was running through the spectators to get in front of the tamer of hearts. A woman, believing another winemaker, offered him a drink. The saw grabbed and clung, enjoying the colors took the wine when spun in circles.
He put his nose and enjoyed the myriad of aromas that woke her nose pads and sleeping for years between damp walls. Then he took the majestic elixir to his mouth, covering him any language. Tasting and enjoying as a kid. Like a madman.
When he awoke from the trance, opened his eyes and realized that everyone was watching.
The madman was forced to say something. The people demanded a sentence, as if their lives depended on their verdict. Concentrate up the pear, imitating the winemaker for a moment beside him. Escaping the situation and looking for inspiration unknowingly took a big gulp, swallowed and let her speak for him unconscious.
- What good is this shit!
This phrase Marcelo forced to open their eyes and see the new protagonist. As soon as I saw his eyes could not hide.
- What do you do here? How do I find? No longer
Gómez Marcelo Valente, the winemaker. He was naked. Undisguised. The madman looked
and only then, could see.
- Tanito?
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