I saw a picture of a man who walks collecting trucks. Well, each in its air and even to smoke, if it's good, better, but if he does not know. It appears that good man has two trucks Ebro of the sixties and sesentaypico little and that I do not even know the truth, I care too much. But seeing one of them, the old, I suppose, I remembered the gas truck.
A I love my soda. Hermanadelpianista And I hesitate because he says I say ga-se-o-sa, instead of Seo-sa-ga. Of course, normal. What is it hitting the Seo, no, no, in short, our things. Which that once and walk it has not rained, the truck that would still be modern environment and all, came through the neighborhood handing out soft drinks with each truck. Were Geyser brand, because this, dear, there is also a sybaritic. Do not hurt me clothes recognize, here and wherever you need that I am a dandy of the gas, and that's it. Say a lot of wine but is a chestnut for new rich and new poor, low-life snobs and some other people are unreliable. Some provocative tell me it's only lemonade water with bubbles. Certainly. But what water. Much lemon. Sugar, saccharin, volume and hatching of the bubble, foam density, the burst brightness, aroma, freshness, cold and room temperature. The feel of the carbon in the language, say. We are not legs, not everything in life is home of alemanizada now, but without a soul. If he made his daily Threshold gloves, I accept my diploma, the dandy with gas, go, yes.
The Geyser had a sweet spot rather soft and intense lemon flavor, maybe too bubble-because in fact what I like is the soda degassing, call me strange, I agree. Hermeneutics of the bubble is not available of all, my dear little ones.
There were two distributors. They shared the truck and boxes up and down in pairs, ten bottles of glass stopper of those white wire that went to the stripping. They were colleagues and cronies. I also left a siphon bottles, but that I'm not sure that the trap is when alcohol, vermouth call it, to understand and that was when a kid, or whatever. Just siphon it divided the eggs. There was one who delivered eggs and butter or something, and jugs of wine. Here comes the egg, which also sounds like a bit like to see or not. Hey, bread and you have two dozen eggs. And the guy with twenty-four bars. It is old and good, like Velazquez, a guess.
The bottles were like, glass and white cap, rubber washer rosacea, wire closing when they came thick and full, with a plastic bag made of seal. As the weeks passed, gobbledygoo, the drank and we think it was Tuesday, or Wednesday, no se, took out the landing for the boys saw it, rang the bell and to us he replied. When you break a case was a bit dramatic, because I lost a liter of filling and had to order, hey, put me one more Cobram and helmet. The days he rolled with butane, it was a non-stop, and the egg touching the rings, A malasombra I think it was normal both touching the merchandise, it Crushers. And these things always end up paying customer.
A week did not come. When that happened had to drink water and that, puajpuaj, I never liked. I said, every day with gloves, dandy and bubbles. A siguienre week came from the two, the one most expensive raw boxer as they finish sparring and bodyguards then knocks a finger Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall with a fall wave, please. He was disheveled and spoke to my mother, MamádelPianista, that is. That also ended unseated. Iban weekend or something the two couples, the two distributors with their respective holy and the kid with the other, little more than a baby. They got a walnut so great that it killed the two, the friend and his wife, and wham, the poor boy in a row would know the hell on earth. And without the love of his parents.
The other boxer, he was the best friend of the deceased, as I said, took over his friend's son and put him in his life as his own children. And so the thing passed. The dealer continued handing out soda geyser and oranges and a substitute for cocacola that I liked more than the original pro mania that put him the finger in the eye of the powerful that I have, and never had another passenger in the truck. It hit a good bellyful of carrying boxes and boxes of bottles and was getting stronger, but little by little the division was weak because the supermarkets were facing down in the fierce battle of the deal. Of eggs each day, had more graying, because he put bad slumps in sales and butane and see how it goes. Total in the end the whole staircase was leaving to buy and every time was more expensive to cast. My mother sometimes asked to do so, well, the increasingly Chavalito more chavalote grew, normal and well. Well.
the end stopped coming, but still he looked for another house in the neighborhood, at the door viejales Ebro, inaccessible to despondency, increasingly battered, beaten and worse over plate. Redisñó Geyser bottles and worse. Very expensive and I would say that gave him close, but once I saw the label out there. Is still very good. It is difficult to explain why one likes what he likes, but that's the thing. I like the soda. And today I remembered, so I tell you. And that's it, end.
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