Salamanca Stories

Unos chicos de una agencia de viajes están en España a conocer sobre la Tauromaquía en el país de origen de esta tradición, ellos vivirán una auténtica corrida de toros ¿Quiéres saber qué pasó? Te invito a leer mi historia Esta novela contiene sólo contenido informativo, disfrútenla que yo leo sus comentarios. ¡ADVERTENCIA ⚠️! Si eres animalista, por favor, no leas esta historia, no quiere decir que esté a favor, solo busco informar, no promover esta actividad

Una historia de dos universitarios, uno de psicología, el otro de Bellas Artes. La historia de una tarde de mayo en salamanca

Vous vous demandez pourquoi insérer cette «Histoires d'haïtiens» dans un texte dominé par Kafka? Au-delà de nos sérieuses déficiences structurelles, on a la forte conviction que les idéaux sont élevés. En osant rêver, on risque d'oublier le pays de l'analphabétisme programmé et ses préjugés stupides: on prête les cahiers des aînés pour avancer.

When Tuco feeds some of his cocaine stash to a wild animal he encounters, only Lalo can save the day.

Bio of a humanitarian, researcher, scientist, monographer, pater familias, great Wisconsinite

He had managed to create life from nothing. For a moment the situation made him feel like a god, then like a madman.

A week ago my friend declared to have ended the world. I didn't believe it then but now, as always, I'm beginning to doubt. I live in Cepeda de la Sierra, south of Salamanca. I work as a painter. I don't know your opinion on my profession; perhaps some of you find it romantic or liberating. If so, I will sadly confess that my experience contradicts that view. Of course, I can only speak for myself, but my work has led to a painful routine that dominates and corrects me. However, I still have a sliver of hope and I wish that one day, if there are more days, I can paint everything I want to paint.

He opened a notebook and began to write with the newly purchased fountain pen. Three words later he dropped it in panic. His hand had written by itself, with a will of its own. He slowly moved away from the desk. First he was in cold sweats and then in tears. He fell to his knees and covered his face in despair.