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Muy buen dΓa gentita de seguidora de este perfil y en general ; este es mi relato para ExtraΓ±o Concurso No. 35 Mis propΓ³sitos de AΓ±o Nuevo
Aquel chaval que vivΓa en la cima del cerro decidiΓ³ por fin bajar, dejando atrΓ‘s todo manjar preparado por su madre, toda comodidad dada por sus abuelos y la calidez de su pequeΓ±o barrio.
Se aventurΓ³ en los viejos callejones estrechos rumbo a la gran ciudad, en busca del "DESAYUNO", y es que eso era todo lo que querΓa despuΓ©s del AYUNO DE AΓO NUEVO. Espera... ΒΏNo hay nadie?
Claro, estΓ‘n descansando despuΓ©s del festejo perrΓ³n, pero se estaba acabando el tiempo; un pan una avena algo que domara el hambre que me ataca ferozmente esta maΓ±ana, no puedo aguantar mΓ‘s... el tiempo se agota
Solo queda lo que queda no hay otro camino, se puse manos a la obra y preparΓ³ lo necesario con lo que tenΓa a la vista, pues como habΓa muchos postes de luz decidiΓ³ tumbarse uno, solo basto un puΓ±etazo -zazz- ese poste cayΓ³ con facilidad y con la cabeza partiΓ³ el palo en dos partes exactamente iguales de medida.
En fin, con un poco de alcohol casero y un fΓ³sforo viejo tenΓa lo necesario para prender fuego y hacer algo.
... UNA PALOMA ROSTIZADA ...
Un clΓ‘sico de clΓ‘sicos, tomΓ³ su huaraca y se parΓ³ firmemente frente al Γ‘rbol de la BONANZA PALOMERA, apuntΓ³ a uno de los gordos porque tenΓa DEMASIADA HAMBRE; y Β‘PUMM! TIRO AL BLANCO.
Ese dΓa aquel chaval se banqueteo una de las buenas, y se alimento hasta la prΓ³xima temporada, ya que era el rey palomo a quien habΓa cocinado y este le saciarΓ‘ la hambre hasta el prΓ³ximo aΓ±o nuevo.
Finalmente aquel chaval volviΓ³ a su cΓ³moda casa con su amable familia y queridos amigos, habiendo cumplido su cometido y saciado su propia hambre.
English VersionGif hecho en RUNWAY
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The boy who lived at the top of the hill decided to come down at last, leaving behind every delicacy prepared by his mother, every comfort provided by his grandparents and the warmth of his little neighbourhood.
He ventured down the old narrow alleys towards the big city, in search of "BREAKFAST", for that was all he wanted after the NEW YEAR'S FASTING. Wait... No one's here?
Sure, they're resting after the bitchin' party, but time was running out; a loaf of bread, some oatmeal, something to tame the hunger that's attacking me fiercely this morning, I can't take it anymore... time's running out.
There's only what's left, there's no other way, he got down to work and prepared what was necessary with what he had in sight, as there were many lamp posts he decided to knock one down, it only took one punch -zazz- that post fell easily and with his head he broke the pole into two parts of exactly the same size.
Anyway, with some homemade alcohol and an old match he had what he needed to light a fire and do something.
... A ROAST PIGEON ...
A classic of classics, he took his huaraca and stood firmly in front of the BONANZA PALOMERA tree, aimed at one of the fat ones because he was TOO HUNGRY; and BANG! BULL'S EYE.
That day that boy ate one of the good ones, and fed himself until the next season, since it was the pigeon king he had cooked and this one will satisfy his hunger until the next new year.
Finally the boy returned to his comfortable home with his kind family and dear friends, having done his job and satisfied his own hunger.