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Want to Read saving… Error rating book. Esas Yndias Equivocadas Y Malditas: Sometimes they stole into the patios; they ate up the parsley, a little green sprig of parsley, in the summer, in the watered shade of the patios, in the cool windows of the basements at foot level.
They were dragging their heavy wool, eating the grass among the rubbish, bleating to the neighborhood. His chest was a trapezoid. Don Zana kept the pits to make her believe he loved her. It was when there were geraniums on the balconies, sunflower-seed stands in the Moncloa, herds of yearling sheep in the vacant lots of the Guindalera.
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He awoke one morning, hanging in the dusty storeroom of a theater, next to a lady of the eighteenth century, jaarma many white ringlets and a cornucopia of a face. Or they stepped on the spread-out sheets, undershirts, or pink chemises clinging to the ground like the gay shadow of a handsome young girl.
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He had a disagreeable voice, like the breaking of dry reeds; he talked more than karama, and he got drunk at the little tables in the taverns. Refresh and try again.
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Discover new books on Goodreads. This was Don Zana ‘The Marionette,’ the one who used to dance on the tables and the coffins. It was that time, the story of Don Zana ‘The Marionette,’ he with the hair of cream-colored string, he with the large and empty laugh like a slice of watermelon, the one of the Tra-kay, tra-kay, tra-kay, tra-kay, tra-kay, tra on the tables, on the coffins.
One day he took her out for a walk. Then, then was the story of Don Zana ‘The Marionette. Margaret Jull Costa Translator.
El testimonio de Yarfoz 3. This lady was waiting for a husband. She returned home crying and, aanchez saying anything to anyone, died of bitterness. He liked to argue, to go visiting in houses.
Comentarios A La Historia 4. Topics Mentioning This Author. He would breakfast on a large cup of chocolate and he would not return until night or dawn.
Many felt his dry, wooden slap; many listened to his odious songs, and sandhez saw him dance on the tables. Don Zana used to walk through the outskirts of Madrid and catch small dirty fish in the Manzanares.
Want to Read Currently Reading Read. He would throw the cards into the air when he lost, and he didn’t stoop over to pick them up.
He would dance in the elevators and on the landings, spill ink wells, beat on pianos with his rigid little gloved hands. Her flesh was slack and she was some forty-five years old. Then he would light a fire of dry leaves and fry them. The fruitseller’s daughter, with her quince-lips, still bloodless, ingenuously kissed that slice-of-watermelon laugh.
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Rate this book Clear rating 1 of 5 stars 2 of 5 stars 3 of 5 stars 4 of 5 stars 5 of 5 stars. Perhaps she had been waiting since she was fifteen. He slept in a pension where no one else stayed. The fruitseller’s daughter fell in love with him and gave him apricots and plums. Just a moment while we sign you in to your Goodreads account. A rose and mauve xanchez that had not yet gathered her flesh and her beauty into dark clothes, and still waited, like a rose stripped of its petals, with her faded colors and her artificial smile, bitter as a grimace.
Don Zana broke the flower pots with his hand and he laughed at everything. Mientras no cambien los dioses, nada ha cambiado 4.
The girl cried when days passed without Don Zana’s going by her street. Don Zana said to her, ‘You don’t pay for art, kid. Every morning jaarma would put on his bright red shoes and have them cleaned. He wore a white shirt, a jacket of green flannel, a bow tie, light trousers, and shoes of Corinthian red on his little dancing feet.