Well, as I was saying. Today' s story is a very nice story. I told them it was called yesterday' s stories. Let'
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was a picturesque, unique guy, son of his mother, an old lady who passed her villas washing clothes and throwing tortillas, an old woman who loved him very much and agreed everything. In spite of everything, because Cipriano worked, he worked in a sandbox. He carried sand from one side to the other. That' s right, I worked Monday through Friday, because Saturday
I was worse than you. The work didn' t show up and in the morning I was going with my nose smelling the watery smell that came out of the pond the black night, the pond that was already on the shore of that lonely road that leaving the town, I was going to give to the ranch of Cipriano and his mom, Mamita, I' m leaving and I' m milling is not saba joy or any other low, yes, but the thing is that I have to go to see Gerardo, who was
left to find from with chet Mojica iodine. Chepe Mojique owns the pond, that truth the owner and Mames the owner. But I' m not drinking. I' m gonna make a deal with him. We' ve got a deal pending. I' m good at business like he is so with the mevos. He doesn' t like it, no, I don' t like it. Then you show up at four o' clock in the
morning, drunk and singing like a guitar is hambrian omit who plays. What good, then, man, what good are we going to see not work, I have met all the demands, because son, you have very abandoned the Virgin, to the villecita. Yeah, look there, you got the picture. In my case he does it the way he doesn' t, Mom, of course I make him a man, he doesn' t see that every day he throws a pebble I there he goes look, there goes the pierich there he goes to see look at every little sandstone I throw him
is an hour of a little one I give him. I' ll show you my love and my love for the little virgin. We' re clear. Mommy, I never leave a rosary to the little virgin. Oh, Mom, it' s everyone' s mother to look at. He has his ways of loving and praying to the saints. The little virgin knows I ' ll bring her. It' s sandstone from the hill. It' s a piece of sand that I pick up every day for the little virgin.
That little stone that you see is my ori estancia, my prayer, because ah gey if she wants medalva and say no, well, you give me soul you crazy, my crazy holes, because for what the Virgin wants those little sandstones that pulls to the Virgin, you have to pray to her, not be giving granites of sand. Well, it' s the true dino squad. Let' s not argue, because anyway of me tardium. See you there, Mommy, see you there and take care of yourself.
I told myself to remember that vices are a bad thing, remember m m m m but what case was going to be cyrianito and what business or that nothing. He went from dideuto to the canteen where his friend Chepe mojica and
handsome. That' s where the parties started. In that pond several comrades from the village region gathered, played naipe, played guitar and accordion and, finally, put serenades to the pretty girls of the village man and Cipriano loved the serenade, the slut and the guitar and I already, I, hey look, why we are going to put him in a serenade. The small woman Dominguez, the small man go to her shit and there for what name, where she lives. Give him the devil is not the first one left
you that or there give him the devil was wieming ainho. I' m going well, so I' m going, I' m going whoever wants to come with me, I' m going with me. I don' t think I was in the two otis, or the devil, or anything. Let' s go see the kids. No. Don' t you? Don' t you? Don' t you? Don' t you? Don' t you? Don' t you? Don' t you? Don' t you? Don' t you? Don' t you? Don' t you? Don' t you? Don' t you? Don' t you? Don' t you? Don' t you? Don' t you? Don' t you? Don' t you?
Don' t you? Don' t you? Don' t you? Don' t you? Don' t you? Don' t you? Don' t you? Don' t you? Don' t you? Don' t you? Don' t you? Don' t you? Don' t you? Don' t you? Well, it would be like nine o' clock at night in the villages and small houses. Nine o' clock at night, it' s almost midnight, everybody.
To see me calmly or to see myself in the country. And the night was dark and it was necessary to travel all the way and get to the neighboring village, on the edge of the village where the Chanita Dominguez, the most beautiful girl in the place, coincidentally lived. If Priano was in love with her, it was not clear, then, bewitched by the serenade, they went with Cipriano, two other friends, Cipriano, the owner of the Estanco and Pedro Lopez, who called him Pedro Tunco. The three took the
guitar path in hand and with their straws also in hand. No. Don ' t you? Don' t you? Don' t you? Don ' t you? Don' t you? Don' t you? Don ' t you? Don' t you? Don' t you? Don ' t you? Don' t you? Don' t you? That place was very famous for the scares. The walkers never walked at night,
only during the day. Before we get to town. There was a river, a gorge and to get to the girl' s house there was, naturally, that crossing the edge and on the edge of the fence was the famous tibilote, an all twisted tree, to which the people told the elbow of the devil Udo And why they tell that tiguilot the elbow of the Devil Granny, why he looks. That' s a long story. You were killed by a bishop under that word. There under that tug and lot were
killed tenchre and Pantaleon, two Germans. At the foot of the tigui lot came the Mondragón Moncha hippote. That you and lot is cursed. There the devil meets with the ceguas and the mucoanas. That' s why people call him the devil' s elbow. It' s not like I' m making my daughter happen at night. Not ever, or that was by chance what people were saying about that famous tibuilote on the edge of that ravine the place exactly where the three friends Cipriano and his two companions had to go.
But so as not to get them out of the loop, let' s get on with the story. The three friends arrived at the shore at about
30 p m. At that time they lowered the slope for the gorge when chepe said, man and son, listen little and rehearsed nothing that we will sing to the girl. Well, man and I give me a few songs, man, they look great. Let' s have a little dandy. There under the tilotte. I' m sure that' s how they had several drinks. They had forgotten everything that people told about the scares and the devil that came out of that place came and began to rehearse.
He' s very futune plays league mat than someone else to a more mayuscule corner. What do we call it the night of rongamos here I read there the cove for lake to see hello mm om brief better, Juan charrasqueado come and we will also sing. Come on, let' s go first night, or come on, I' ll get it, mmm. Mmm. There' s very photon this I didn' t hear very futun this time
man. It gave me Lomia to see was to hang me the big part, which is the most bonis truth good, Moon who loves him weeps the fog of my leda to Ron de Ron de Bron li and I stick as guide. No. Don' t you? Don' t you? Don ' t you? Don' t you? Don' t you? Don ' t you? Don' t you? Don' t you? Don ' t you? Don' t you? Don' t you? Don ' t you? Don' t you? Don' t you? Don ' t you? Don' t you? Don' t you? Don ' t you? Don' t you? Don' t you? Don ' t you? Don' t you? Don' t you? Don
' t you? Don' t you? Don' t you? Don ' t you? Don' t you? Don' t you? Don ' t you? How about without thinking about scares or anything, at least foot of Tigui Lotte' s stick, the famous devil' s elbow. Those three fuckers were rehearsing the old Agustín Lara moche' s round song. At some point it felt a very rare smell, a smell like it suffers burned chep of jodio, that was this your hok there around, man, I haven' t felt it. You bathed in a much better hole.
I was feeling it, too, because I thought it was you who disguisedly, for I had thrown you a sack I have or the hour of darkness that bad man is quite well penetrating. I was really hungry, which will be a man if, then, notice that today, but let' s keep fooling around that we have to sing to the girl at least five songs. It' s wey not because already of reba brot because I good,
because all morning Latin. Man okay, so tell me fooled is going to be i pine ralor n not man and the one given by the Mario Corto. And at worst it' s that I' m living and the record that barbarians or and those fuckers kept rehearsing. They wanted to rehearse several songs to impress the girl, but the truth is that they felt very penetrating. The sulfur tufo stops another little bit of seeing and paying for link Lik will ask clin gra hearatio not you joo yao but or not, man no,
what will that be. I can' t stand it either. Brunt or my what the fuck is you or. What' s here man, man look, let' s look around here for the origin of this bad smell man. Let' s see if anyone goes to some file that' s burning this last one. What the fuck was this, oh, cute mama here, Prian, what' s your deal today, yes press, yes press, what' s your guess what man if we are, be it also under the uncle and lot ah under the devil' s elbow. Antiems
I said the elbow is that of the Devil' s day. Here' s where to slap him. They tell people if I pre and I even that one, like I got all the oval jealousy, hairs, I say two, pull them back and here we get the serenades. And no, man, no, no, no, maybe they' re just people' s talk. It' s the whole thing, I do, but maybe it' s stories. The best is this. Remember that there are three of us. No, no, man, I' m sorry too, but remember we' re three and we' re men. Well, one
' s the other drink for us to be scared of. Not the douche bag, the douche bag, for throw me the dredge and call me too to see caste tro tergo, the douche bag looks like the day, the day blobo, the devil, yes, what do we do. Let' s run before another day takes us. We run no longer has the time,
no one can run before them. At the foot of the tibiilote it had looked like a tall black lump, two sparks like embers in the eyes, a pair of cheeks like calf dressed in black because it was confused with the night, the smell of sulfur intensified, the figure tall as a black also layer. He taught his shiny teeth like fossilescents. At the time when a huge bright chill was waving that left the trail of fire, like when the hippos play like an oscote rod on while saying oh the frames with mechileo
next time I take it. But ay ay ay ay mami ay, I feel like I get the May coming, they get me to her. I got chepe Mojica fell to the floor fainted. Then the Devil grabbed the chill again and time I go combo. But hey, Mommy Linda, now it ' s my turn to make vircensito. Help me, it comes to Tita Linda that I do for God, d r combo hear Devil and I and devotee of the Virgin Daily read a little sandstone. I give devotee of the
Virgin Mary with only hearing in the name of the Virgin Marilla. The Devil ’ s chill remained petrified with stiff and the Devil extinguished the sparks from his eyes and gravely said as he walked away ready bust. Thank you that I vote for that woman. Damn, damn, damn, dima vine gives me the bowl virgin. The little virgin saved me today. I was saved by
the little sandstones that I carry to the little virgin every day. Today my tata told me this to tell me that everyone who does things in their cyprian way prayed to her the little virgin throwing a grain of sand and thus saved himself from Satan was the only one who did not receive squeals from the devil. The other two were still fainted and man, they had to be relived with Kusuk Gaji inventolat tablecloth. The devil' s elbow is the devil' s elbow we' re still famous. There' s in town when you
want, we take a little turn around. Yeah, if the road' s awkward, I' ll see you there, but bu.