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November is my favorite month of the year.

Try to call out his name, his lips are full of winter. It is so loud and resounding like the sound of rain against the window, is filled with a dark mysticism. It's time to open the doors of our inner and leave us wrapped up the mystery, to ask questions without waiting for an answer.

not confine ourselves to do simple tricks, make magic every day in November offers! Happy
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Here I am again, with a slight fever but happy for all the good that October is leaving on my door, D

And as they say that it shows a button ...
Yesterday my brother saw me in bed with thermometer in her mouth and melancholy of three pairs of noses ... and left. A few hours later he returned laden with packages. Somehow, I persuaded me to go with my blankets and my barking cough keep dying in the living room sofa xD When I was tired and just wanted to return to my bed, shelter, ; Rafa called me, smiling. You can not imaginear what I felt to see my room purple spider webs hanging from the ceiling, mimicking a light bulb with three candles lighted skull base my desk, everywhere arose spectra of paper, scary witches and pumpkins.
had turned my room into a vault, nothing more appropriate for a classic horror lover like me.
I began to mourn as a fool, D
I know my brother will never read this, do not even know there is LJ, but I love him as only a sister can do it \u0026lt;33 had to say.



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The next afternoon he returned to the forest.

Suddenly fate had played with marked cards, just when I least expected.

A simple phone callchanged everything ..

(Most small terrified him imagine that one day the headmistress burst in the middle of the class, seriously call him by his full name and get him out of the classroom to announce the death of his parents in a bloody accident. I had always sensed that the world, his world, could explode in an instant. What takes a phone call .)

's father Tom was presenting his ulwould rather the care of the grandmother. In order not to exacerbate the mood sad and worried her son, Simone decided to lift the punishment in his absence, with one condition: not to visit dangerous places. The boy hugged his mother intensely, crying in silence I could trust him .Ya am not a child. Take care of Dad, "she said firmly, just before to see her go.

That evening Tom was exhausted and sad. I knew the status of your father was not alarming, but revived in her breast that bad feeling that lntió lighter after talking with her mother, while his backpack caught it and shouting a cheery - Be right back, grandma! -Walked into the forest.

beginning to get cold, very soon the autumn cover the trees with a layer of old gold ... but he would not be there ; to view. It rebujo in thick sweatshirt, looking for the mound of stone engraved with the cross. Had to rely on their luck.

If it was, the way Bill's cabin would be easier, or at least I thought. He walked aimlessly for hours, carried away by instinct, that fucking karma or a higher power that drew him to Bill stronger than the desire, but to no avail. High barbed bushes appeared out of nowhere, blocking his path at times, clawing hands trying to remove them. Clenched roots crossing the trail, making trip. Not recognize the sites spanning the vegetation was growing thicker pieces only skyp; oacute; n.

earth smelled Bill, Bill also smelled earth.

should not look only to find him.

continued breathing slowly. Waiting. The breeze carried a subtle aroma of eucalyptus, gum liked the taste, freshness liked

feel like I felt the cool breeze on your face. A light laugh came from afar, a metal and a laugh that the wind carried to his ears, ever closer. CHTMLXn enormous horn-rimmed glasses that

her face made her look even smaller.

Before the dreadlocks that question could only shake her head slowly.

"So what are you waiting? "Sang" come on! Go! "His smile was contagious, as always, but Tom still felt too stunned to go with it. For a split second he thought he was being tested.

Bill took her hand, thin and warm to the touch, and got up with effort.

A lot of questions raced after their closed lips, but what intrigued him most was, 'I knew I would find it right there'

-Solo I know, "Bill said softly. Tom looked at him in astonishment, his intuition seemed to have no limits. Bill shook his hand harder, caressing SLOWement.

"I'm just smiled, slightly embarrassed, begging for a smile back.

did not get it.

Tom was confused, pensive, but still walking beside him like a lost child, without asking where they were going. Gradually the road became more open and bright, the most familiar landscape.

"I want to show you something," whispered the boy, adjusting lglasses as you were sliding all the time. Approached the place that Tom had sought unsuccessfully in recent days, the sign that marked the beginning of the path that led to Bill's cabin.

There was, it was a beautiful clearing surrounded by ancient oaks and birch trees in the center of which stood a mound of stone engraved with a cross rudimentary. Tom came up and touched the rock with the fingertips. Was frozen and covered with rust, it seemed a thousand years old. It was fascinating and strange, like everything surrounding Bill.

was asked whether he would also be as part of their world, like trees or butterflies, even for a short time.

did not want to remain a tourist passing through the universe.

"This tomb has a history," said Bill, watching without missing a single detail of every gesture. He even carved stone, circling slowly, "My grandfather told me long ago some children were lost in the falls & about girls, as the forest and never returned, the boy's voice had a soft cadence, as if to tell a story repeated over and over again in almost the same words "Men and women of the people said to one whispers in the forest inhabited some kind of bloodthirsty monster and fantasy. Some said that the trees were cursed, and victims entangled in its branches, soaking his old roots in rivers of blood. Others believed that a sharp-toothed devil sleeping in a large oak, and only woke to eat children, they liked his young and tender meat. Thus was born the legend and black TMLXC

"Funny, I never would have imagined something like this - he said, looking to change the subject as soon as possible, but ... why he wanted to teach assemble this place?

"I like being here, his gaze turned melancholy has always been my favorite since I was young I played on this course. Here I did not feel so lonely ... I do not know why ... or increased, "he added, wrinkling her nose and wiping it with his sleeve wool cardigan. Cans hanging from her backpack collided with his familiar clang.

The question hung in the air until Tom made her words.

"Then why did you put them? The boy shrugged With them I see light when the world goes dark, and everything is more beautiful, you know ... They are my grandfather.

- &iQuest, your grandmother? Astonished said that means he is with you, you're not alone! - Bill nodded, "That's great! He cried, happy to know that his friend was not helpless, that someone took care of Ely would continue to do when Tom left for the city. Selfishly, he was relieved, "Where is he now?

"I'll take him if you want," he muttered, taking the hand of dreadlocks, lacing his fingers. Is theC

"I'm going home," he said, trying to sound as calm and steady as possible. No need to accompany me, I will not miss Bill -. looked at him wide-eyed questions.

"It's early," he whispered. Suddenly became very quiet, understanding "But you said you wanted to know where my grandfather ... I told you ..." He seemed completely confused by

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But close your eyes just saw Bill.

was screwed.

Vale, admitted it was a little hard but could not help it! What was that all talk of his grandfather in the present tense as if he were alive? Also, can not think of anything else to confess to Tom with his tomb 'was much talk of him' with Mr. deceased, it wouldthe willies bravest!

However ... If I closed my eyes the whole world reducíaa his face.

time in light sleep, when dreams and reality collide, look on the face of loneliness and knew who was facing. Their true rival.

La Soledad was a frigid bitch and possessive, trailing behind the shadow of Bill, I took the waist with his emaciated arms, looked to have red lips ; irlos frost. Would not escape her cute toy arms cuBill MLXC What if, somehow, had the gift to see beyond the seemingly real ?

could not know, and that was killing him. Either way had been very unfair to him, did not deserve it. Would be made to compensate.

The night passed slowly as a punishment. At dawn, between blurred images of flowers of blood, needles and black butterflies fell asleep.

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That's what you are recording a certain Nito Figueras. Will publish a cover album with songs that have marked him in some way throughout his life. To carry out his project had a number of performers that is sure to do very well and blablabla, but that really interests me is Don Carlos. Both the CD versions can be a fucking. I do not mind. There are a thousand versions of songs that this respectable gentleman back to versions.

All I know for sure is that Torres is going to take that I Believe I Can Fly that has tOcado interpret, and will turn it into something that now is not, or will engage in a plain little song to make it a diamond. He is only going to thrill us with a unique version that no one can overcome the arrangements are better or worse. Do not talk the talk, I say this because I know the calico.

There are people who sing well, very well, and then there are those who live in a special and exclusive Olympus. Are the Chosen, artists who have that "something" impossible to describe, hard to take, yet easy to detect if they know how to listen. Well, one of those TheÉgide is Carlos. It is not just talent, there are more, much more. Know it or not, like it or not.

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Sometimes, October has a detailed and gives us nights when I lived yesterday, those that do not forgotten.
Friends, laughter, flowers and wine. The kisses were only ours.
Sometimes called Rosario has its advantages; D

On the other hand ...

Here is the 3 rd chapter of DS, but not the last as I thought at first.
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That afternoon he returned to the forest.

slipped by the old gate of the garden when everyone and his grandmotherwould avoid him? Why not recognize that was devouring curiosity? Needed to understand their world was so strange, so wild and unlike anything I had known that back to him was an adventure. Of course, for it had to leave the beaten path and take the consequences, but it was certainly worth it. Something inside, that Tom's voice fluttering under his checkered reason, he said: Do not settle.

Remembering Bill

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deaf but fear bubbling in his chest.

If something bad happened to Bill could not ever forgive.

That night, exhausted by the harsh punishment and with open eyes in the darkness, burned by the desire to return to see Bill, the boy who worried yet attracted him as an abyss. CHT

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One by one, all spotless reasons were argued its decision was collapsing like a poorly constructed house of cards. At the break in the morning, fell into a deep sleep yielded no visions or nightmares ... just choked voice of Tom interior repeating: 'Beware' .

looked at the clock, there were more than four-thirty in the afternoon.

Black clouds covered the sky above the trees, hiding the sFuck games of chance.

walked quickly between the old trunks, trying to remember the way to the river. "

Lightning broke the sky into pieces and thunder echoed in Tom's head as a scream. I had to get out of there as soon as his grandfather had taught him that it was dangerous to be under a tree in a storm, and all around were hundreds!

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I, s past its shelter the storm raged. They stared in silence, listening to the downpour hit without mercy the roof of the hut.

Finally, Bill decided to speak for the first time that evening:

"did not come," she whispered, her eyes fixed on the bottom of your cup. The dreadlocked guy bit her lip guiltily.

"No," he admitted. How to explain that he had not wanted to see him again? Now, sitting on a blanket next to Bill, even he himself understood-. But I'm here.

"Yes, you're here," he repeated softly, almost to himself. Suddenly, Tom recalled that he kept one thing that could encourage him, and reached into his backpack.

"Here it is for you," smiled at his sincere expression of surprise, only chocolate.

His hands flew to take the tablet, and held her tightly against his chest.

The boy's enthusiasm was contagious, bu reíaySCABA Tom's eyes as if glimpsed a sparkling treasure hidden behind them.

"I have something for you," his voice was an ad ... and a confession. Without waiting for an answer, it jumped up and ran upstairs. Before you can say something, I was back, flushed and panting from the race, with a bundle of cloth in one hand and chocolate (not seemed willing drop) in the other.

"Open it.

Tom broke a couple of knots that held the package and discovered his gift. ara garnish ... and some detail. Had stolen hours of sleep to finish in the shortest possible time, not long ago had a friend like Tom, and I wanted . In addition, he was sure he had left a beautiful doll.

Tom was going to love.

"This is ..." croaked the dreadlocks, "is ... what is it? "His mouth was dry, I could not say anything inconsistent with that 'thing' in their hands.

- It's Bill! Can not you see? "Said the operator of the gift, like the most obvious of the world that terrifying pile of rags that had not look like people ... and less of 'Bill'. Tom was more like a voodoo doll, the kind that movies come out on the Series B eighties Pequeñoy was sewn looked awkwardly, but with care. The clothes were made of scraps, including recognized a piece of that fleece jacket full of pockets that Bill always wore. A nasty piece of hairy skin torn from God knows what poor creature and completed the filthy feathers atuendo of the 'thing'. But the worst was the head. Two mismatched buttons and a grim smile sewn with black thread gave the doll a malevolent expression of horror.

-Tomi-called sweet, clinging to the chocolate bar as a lifeline.

was excited, nervous and wanting to hear from your friend how much, cuantísimo she liked her gift. It is Bill, I am ... for you.

- Is it you? & Ablack thread, black earth, black wings, black blood, the most horrible dark ...

That dream was revealed as something else. Did not believe in premonitions, but matches the reality began to give chills. In any case preferred to shut their concerns to not scare Bill.

took the puppet with some aprensióny looked back, with wool hair was black, had sewed a loop of thin, soft natural hair .XC

At one point, the first season chestnuts were roasted on the embers of the fireplace. Tom tried them was warm and crisp. Delicious.

Bill knew that were good, had gathered the day before with his own hands, but just came to nibble a little. His greatest delight was to see how your hungry friends to enjoy. I watched enthralled, with a chutzpah that did not know I was.

gazed his dreadlocks loose over her shoulders, her skin golden, her lips ... Tom was & oacutee; watched and smiled, a little nervous.

- Want more Bill? You see, I ... .- could say no more. When you take the pan, a shower of sparks of fire fell on her bare arm, ouch!

Bill jumped to his side and away the ashes of his forearm with a cat quickly. Saliva soaked up two fingers, and went with them cleaning the damaged area. Tom began to feel some relief under the soft touch, but suddenly, without a word, the boy crouched beside him, put his lips tothe burn and started licking her slowly, like a wild little animal.

The touch of your tongue was moist and hot, fresh saliva on your skin and soothe the pain while his body burned more brightly than the fire. The breath dreadlocks agitated prisoner

extrañoy pleasure confusing. Unsafe stroked the hair of Bill, who thanked the gesture with a sweet purred, and closed its primitive priest with a pair of juicy licked. Tom was trembling inside.

Bill's eyes shone like gold l & awith a firm hug the boy soon returned. Tom

time seemed to stop at this moment until a detail made him smile, warm him out of his trance: By touching the back of Bill, he noticed a strange lump waistband.

"Hey, Bill ...

-Umm" His voice was a murmur in the ear of dreadlocks.

- Whether you like chocolate? - Laughed, looking for his eyes. cute, date me, stay ... "I asked again and again, hanging from his neck.

After a few losses and the certain promise of return, taken together the complicated path out to the people. Tom took a deep breath. The smell of damp earth floods everything, the storm had purified the air and some stars peeped shyly after the last clouds. It was beautiful, and Bill was a natural part of everything but not noticing. Had she stopped to look at the stars if he had not seen before in her eyes shine?

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I break your heart! If he did he tear his innocence, and Bill would eventually hide world, afraid to ever trust another human being. Could not do that, much as he would suffer.

Tom tried to negotiate with his mother to wane punishment, but to no avail.

What hurt him most was the look of utter disappointment of his grandfather.

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went to his room without supper, with a lump in my throat closed

A bed is a death trap if you can not sleep, Tom had learned the past few nights to their chagrin. At three o'clock did count: sheets tangled, impossible positions, one hundred sheep jumping a fence like idiots, heat and despair.

At last he yielded to the evidence: the night was lost. His head was a mess.

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