This is a fantastic story for thousands of years that had read, I put one of my photoblog and I think that in another blog too ... but as the memory is fragile I do not remember where I put them or if I delete these pages.
Anyway after years I remembered because I was flipping through a book and had written the story title and author (I think) and other datitos.
very difficult was the search for the title change fotolog but had only one name J TELLO.
The thing is that it has that type had fotolog since 2005 to date (¬ ¬) thing that helped me in my search. After breaking all his fotolog
FOUND IT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
if I have done, so Happy !!!!!!!!!!!! C
HTMLXC beats no more ... here's the story
The Hamor is written with Hipólito
Hache was obsessed with the letter hache long before we met.
was no coincidence, therefore, that when I met him in that little square of Huelva me at first glance seem a humble and honest man.
I understood very little of letters at that time, much less point hache, I never could have imagined that the lyrics change my life would end up scoring. Hipólito
met one night in Huelva. I was visiting a friend's house and an evening with an ice cream on a terrace approached meand I said hello. It seemed a humble, honest.
He invited me to dinner and spent the entire meal talking about hunger in the Third World and orphans do not know what Indian tribe do not remember now. All of it was wrapped in an aura of mysticism and humanity that left me cold.
At the end of the puff pastry dessert invited me to his hotel to keep talking and whirlpool tub in your room, while the water seemed to boil, put his arm around my shoulder and haunting kissed and wet. Although attempting
not been able to speak, "Shhh ... - I said & eacute; l - Become the change. "
We stayed three nights at the hotel and rented a seaplane quarter come to us to Barcelona.
I left everything for him because I thought, "This man is my hero."
We stayed in the neighborhood of Horta in an apartment he had for some time.
The first days were very beautiful, Hippolytus was flattering as could be; Hellenic hero, fairy witch, pulled ivy ... They were the compliments with which flattered me every morning when I woke up. I sometimes bring me ice cream pair sorprendíayfor dessert, another day I brought hydrangeas ... One day I was surprised to bring me an ivy with a written card that said "The hamor hache is written." I understand that this plant grew crecíay was the symbol of his love for me. I could not even imagine what that meant. Hippolytus was special. Hippolytus was a humanist. A man given to letters or letter, rather, because for him the ax was the navel point and reason in the world and its existence. Said or did not eat anything which is not carried by first letter the letter hache.
At home we ate only beans, hamburgers, eggs, pastry, liver, flour ... Anything that will begin by hache, that if all boiled or baked and flavored, of course, with fennel or mint. Always drank horchata. And we used to shower shampoo always hay. Pleasure
always intended to travel to cities that began by hache, Houston, Honduras, Hong Kong, Haiti, Holland, Hungary, Havana were some of the locations chosen, the bad news was that we had to move Seaplane Helicopter go because Hippolytus refused to take any means of transportnot initiated by hache.
Hippolytus was a stickler for the hache, including diseases contracted, I do not know how he did, beginning with axes, for him to have a hematoma was a large party, and did not tell you when you went a hernia or hemorrhoids swell ...
We only child, I guess that night I gave you thinking engender my pussy instead of with or was it a hole or call given by fig, I do not know, the fact is we had a son, "a female", as he said, and insisted on putting my name Helena,hache. Hipólito
was special.
Hippolytus was a jerk.
had chained his life and the eternal condemnation miaa the damn hatchet.
only let me buy lunch in the Hipercor could only buy clothes at H & M. Hipólito soured me there for twenty years. Twenty-two years ordered this fire, this hyena which had become Hippolytus. Twenty years
hernias, bleeding, peppermint, livers.
Twenty years in this secrecy or sounds like.
nearly two months ago, one night, over dinner Hippolyte began to have hiccups.
At first it was an isolated hiccup, a hiccup of those who think they leave with a drink of water, with a shock.
He spent the night unable to sleep with that regular and constant hiccups coming out through the mouth. "Hip", decíay after a while "hip." He refused to go to the hospital because if I had hache the only medication I could take was homeopathic products.
try everything, everything we begin by hache, of course, but nothing worked, the "hips" escaped from his mouth asif it were his own ax tortured. He spent nearly two months with little to eat or sleep, his condition gradually deteriorated to almost look like a hologram of what had been.
two nights ago when I almost could not open his eyes and speaking was virtually a death sentence for him, I called her on the bed and whispered in his ear softly between sobs: "Helena , hip, I have to tell you something. Hip. When I met you in Huelva, hip, I knew you were dumb, hip, I knew you were dumb, that's why I chose you. Hip. Because ... Hip, because I believed that love ... hip, that love comes with a hip ... with a hidden partta. Hip. A party that everyone knows, hip, everyone knows, hip, but no one says. Hip. That part of sacrifice, hip, and resignation, hip, loss and abandonment, hip, that comes with love, hip, and nobody wants to acknowledge. Hip. That letter Pequena move, Hip, makes love, hip, entered with hache "
Two big wet tears fell I rolled down the cheeks until his face.
I left him slowly and looking into her eyes said, "Bastard"
And the fright stopped the hiccups and heart in one fell swoop.
"Hooray, I thought.
J. Tellor
history is written in Disordered Sheets, July 2007
is not the most romantic story in the world but for some reason I love
else happened to me while trying to find this story is that I always went out the work play or book "LOVE WILL NOT WRITE ax" that from what little I read .. it seems like I have those late as poetic, profound that I love. Supposedly eventually realize why the title (an interesting way to see the love)
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