A madman has escaped from an asylum. In his aimless wandering enters a room. There is held a contest for wine tasters ...:
- Good evening, gentlemen. I want to welcome ...
While saying that the present discourse on khat, Braulio X., allow me to identify the madman with that name, travels around the room with walls that go sealed with red chalk. His hand does not stop skating until the table breaks into its path and is accommodated by tasters. Braulio X. is lounging in a chair and do what everyone: perennial smiles, stressing the rictus to go to other viewpoints, and examines the cups, in training, waiting their turn to be fed broths.
- ... said this, he concludes solemnly greeting-tasting we will start today. Beat the Best, lords. Braulio
X. urgent, as always, one activity after another: a perpetual activity, because the lower idleness was running tides of crap and inconsistencies, and although low tides will come in a little while, again back to the aberrations, bizarréeles and the outrages ... We can say that Braulio X. fluctuations is a crazy, crazy to swell.
The air conditioning coils and the parade of bottles, so groomed and reflective, you keep still, and more time than usual on a permanent basis.
- This bottle is one of Barbadillo Amontillado, "says the same voice that now inflects with some taste.
the passing of each bottle, hover over the huge walls the best images from each region and each strain, and editing sounds in traditional music. Tasters at the same time, by the presenter, take the glasses, put them up, to the light; observed gravitate tannins, remove the elixirs that seem to propel into the stem of the glass looking for another way out, then rush the palate and to the last vein. Braulio X. does the same.
bottles were happening: a Recaredo cellar, a Viña el Pison, a Monte Bello, ...
Braulio X., passing minute, acquires a rare composure and their eyelids are increasingly full.
- I would ask for a round of applause for all of you "says the voice with sincere pleasure," Once again, we have successfully completed ...
Braulio X. flashes, at times, like fingers waving goodbye to the day.
Stand up, please. Let us form a single row, indicating the host-Put your arms on the shoulders of those who have later. Forward, forward.
all obey without objection. Apparently the idea suits them. Out of the store, walk through the square, zigzagging. The presenter of the event asked to make train sounds and between chuf-chuf-chuf chuf and continue their path through several streets to the edge of a farm, the border a few meters to the main entrance. Braulio
X. with effort directed toward the starry sky, the last flicker gloats. Is carried away by the human locomotive moving and in total silence and exasperating slowly toward the interior of the enclosure.
- Time to sleep - instructs the voice-I would ask nurses to verify that each patient is installed in your cubicle and I report any abnormality.
representation tasting contest recreates the director. Empty bottles are again rinsed and saved for the next medication. Braulio
X., with the smile expired, made an imperceptible bow to the director as a sign of good nights.
- Good evening, gentlemen. I want to welcome ...
While saying that the present discourse on khat, Braulio X., allow me to identify the madman with that name, travels around the room with walls that go sealed with red chalk. His hand does not stop skating until the table breaks into its path and is accommodated by tasters. Braulio X. is lounging in a chair and do what everyone: perennial smiles, stressing the rictus to go to other viewpoints, and examines the cups, in training, waiting their turn to be fed broths.
- ... said this, he concludes solemnly greeting-tasting we will start today. Beat the Best, lords. Braulio
X. urgent, as always, one activity after another: a perpetual activity, because the lower idleness was running tides of crap and inconsistencies, and although low tides will come in a little while, again back to the aberrations, bizarréeles and the outrages ... We can say that Braulio X. fluctuations is a crazy, crazy to swell.
The air conditioning coils and the parade of bottles, so groomed and reflective, you keep still, and more time than usual on a permanent basis.
- This bottle is one of Barbadillo Amontillado, "says the same voice that now inflects with some taste.
the passing of each bottle, hover over the huge walls the best images from each region and each strain, and editing sounds in traditional music. Tasters at the same time, by the presenter, take the glasses, put them up, to the light; observed gravitate tannins, remove the elixirs that seem to propel into the stem of the glass looking for another way out, then rush the palate and to the last vein. Braulio X. does the same.
bottles were happening: a Recaredo cellar, a Viña el Pison, a Monte Bello, ...
Braulio X., passing minute, acquires a rare composure and their eyelids are increasingly full.
- I would ask for a round of applause for all of you "says the voice with sincere pleasure," Once again, we have successfully completed ...
Braulio X. flashes, at times, like fingers waving goodbye to the day.
Stand up, please. Let us form a single row, indicating the host-Put your arms on the shoulders of those who have later. Forward, forward.
all obey without objection. Apparently the idea suits them. Out of the store, walk through the square, zigzagging. The presenter of the event asked to make train sounds and between chuf-chuf-chuf chuf and continue their path through several streets to the edge of a farm, the border a few meters to the main entrance. Braulio
X. with effort directed toward the starry sky, the last flicker gloats. Is carried away by the human locomotive moving and in total silence and exasperating slowly toward the interior of the enclosure.
- Time to sleep - instructs the voice-I would ask nurses to verify that each patient is installed in your cubicle and I report any abnormality.
representation tasting contest recreates the director. Empty bottles are again rinsed and saved for the next medication. Braulio
X., with the smile expired, made an imperceptible bow to the director as a sign of good nights.
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