agonia espanol v3 |
Agonia.Net | Reglas | Mission | Contacto | Regístrate | ||||
Artículo Comunidades Concurso Ensayo Multimedia Personales Poemas Presa Prosa _QUOTE Guión Especial | ||||||
|
||||||
agonia Textos Recomendados
■ Tierra baldía
Romanian Spell-Checker Contacto |
- - -
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2011-06-15 | [Este texto, tienes que leerlo en english] | Inscrito en la biblioteca por Constantin Delca
I take the snap from the center, fake to the right, fade back...
I've got protection. I've got a receiver open downfield... What the hell is this? This isn't a football, it's a shoe, a man's brown leather oxford. A cousin to a football maybe, the same skin, but not the same, a thing made for the earth, not the air. I realize that this is a world where anything is possible and I understand, also, that one often has to make do with what one has. I have eaten pancakes, for instance, with that clear corn syrup on them because there was no maple syrup and they weren't very good. Well, anyway, this is different. (My man downfield is waving his arms.) One has certain responsibilities, one has to make choices. This isn't right and I'm not going to throw it.
|
||||||||
La casa de la literatura | |||||||||
La reproducción de cualquier texto que pertenece al portal sin nuestro permiso està estrictamente prohibida.
Copyright 1999-2003. Agonia.Net
E-mail | Política de publicación et confidencialidad