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I am in a sandy land in which there are many pits. There is a tiger
that quiza can escape but antilopes watches him. Coordinated well,
they salien running, and they surround to him. They are going to kill
to him. That fear We must happen unnoticed and that does not occur to
account that we are people or We will become his proximas victimas. My
acompañanate has a ascetico aspect dresses wildly and this between
the ringleaders takes to a wood in the hand - a very great wood like
the one of San Jose. Rie with brutality. It dominates the situation.
The tiger is precious, atercipelado, like a drawing to pie. Clean and
smooth lines. It runs at great speed but antilopes estan tired of so
much chuleria and they have been united to end. They want to give
matarile him. They persecute to him without rest. I watch the towers.