The rabbit and chicken (Amor) 
On the planet of the moon, the capital Andronica sixty-four, wedged between the red cliff of the galaxy Arctic rivers and stony on the fifth floor of the Antarctic in the south, there is a certain mountain. For centuries and centuries is populated by perfect animals who have never suffered the humiliating fate of the old Darwin. These animals have been and will always be what they are, a bit 'as a god. On the other hand, he himself, in a burst of goodness, which put them there in the image and likeness one of the poems he most loved in his childhood were divine, in the year jdhiu - wji.
In this place, lost in the most frequented places, the dreams of seven years, the chickens are hens, cats are cats, iguanas are iguanas, rabbits are rabbits. Everything is designed to be as it is, and nothing, absolutely nothing, has never altered that divine whim. Here, among many other emotions that would be impossible to describe in these few lines, have sprung up many stories of love, friendship, intellectual attraction. My seven years have been fruitful in imaginary stories that come alive when I closed my eyes. Of all these great inventions of my childhood I remember yet. I remember almost every day before my daily trip by subway to get to work. It is a love story, no, rather, one of those things that define desencuentros Sepúlveda. There were a chicken and a rabbit, both appeared in that place at the beginning of the fourth century AD, had more or less the same age and same interest in the Platonic works. Both believed to be the only true guardians of the truth of the myth of the cave. Their love blossomed a day when the two, each on its own, reflecting on how they would explain to everyone that what they saw were only shadows, that each of us lives in a cave and the world, the real world was out there, that only through their guide the animals of the mountains have seen the reality and not the deceptive shadows to which they were accustomed. On this reasoning when they met beneath a mature tree, mighty, maker of a shadow philosophy that drove each of the other two to show the final results that had come. They spent a short while and already had all shared the same truth that had come individually. They looked into his eyes looked like nobody had ever, as the intellectuals prefer to look at the books, and felt the love tickle their souls. Fell dead with laughter in her arms natural that the large roots of that tree were offering them. It was a magical time in the life of chicken and rabbit. You could see every day in that place of reflection and passion. Their physical differences were never a problem since they tied the string of magical thinking, that is the spirit. Between reads and pointed the hen pecked kisses on the mouth of the tiny bunny, spent the day with no worries, no excuses. The two learned to gently caress, almost touching. The softness of the white hairs of the rabbit for the chicken was a source of desire and intimacy. On cold days, the heat that offered the hen's wings enveloping, and the pleasant breeze that gave him the dog days with the movements of his feathers were not comparable to any of the feelings that first offered him the place of bunnies. They felt complete, so was born the love. He was born and nobody had realized at the beginning even themselves. He was born and, as always, make love, put it upside down everything: uniforms, broke stravolse routine and sparse salts and balms, perfumes and cypress trees, all in one territory, one of their souls, to give life the aroma of the unknown and different. Of that aroma is drunk for years and days and moments of all, until the overwhelming diversity of nature, weary of oblivion which had forced the utopia, appeared. Nature commenced its work of separation by means of the company. All the members of that society became aware of the infamous magical relationship between different natures, then came the social convictions. A process began in the public square of Solitude, in which they were condemned to walk for seven hundred and thirty years without thinking about or read anything. Following the chief priests gathered on behalf of each animal species, regretting each other to such an affront to the natural laws, and agreed to excommunicate the rabbit, since the chicken was not entitled to receive the sacred gold each peanut Wednesday at noon. Finally, the Company and holders of the magnates philosophical knowledge, in plenary, decided that all the things that were out of the mouth of these two creatures, as true, were lies. And so it was. The uneven and disjointed society that unites in a perfect manner and to condemn the majority of diversity. The two players dedicated themselves body and soul to the theological reflection on love. They thought every day with my eyes closed, hidden in the shade of their tree protector, repeating the sacred rite of Ataus conversation with God, the divinity of the animals on the fifth floor of the Antarctic in the south. They knew it would take a long time for their reflections arrive until Ataus eternal, that would be spent centuries. But the Lord was not a problem when compared to that problem which has always been love. After the year 2001, when they were about to give up now and enjoy the ritual of the damned and without end public apology, when it had decided to descend into the cave and the legality of the newspaper not to see children suffer more than their brothers - who were tortured as punishment of their social imperfect love - came from the mountain top the glorious voice, fair and eternally smiling man who had created them on a whim and affection. Dazed by the smell of fresh strawberries Ataus, eyes closed and hands over his ears, as required by the ritual, asked him to find a solution to the problem of their unbreakable love. Ataus answered them with education and sincerity that he could only translate into reality their decisions, they can not decide which of their lives without the strength of their will, calling on them to ask what they wanted, and if what I asked not represent a threat to his health , would become reality. Accustomed to the daily reflection, the two were seen to give five minutes thought. The God warned them that in those five minutes, through the language of silence, they could communicate the solutions that they thought well, that the proposals could be more than one, they may be individual, but common, invited them to agree if they so wished, to develop a thought as accurate as possible. He would wait in silence, communicating his answer when the time agreed. Nervous, happy, drunk with love, each asked Ataus the thing in his heart he knew that the other wanted more fervently. Between them they did not speak, make sure that the best thing was the welfare of others. The god listened to their individual proposals through the language of silence, she asked with all the love of the universe, between tears and torment, to transform itself into a bunny. He asked with a deep and sincere feeling, invoking spiritual justification in front of his mother and his father, becoming a rooster. The god saw that their most sincere and deepest desires did not object to its existence and that God, after all, they were what they were because of a whim, so using another fad love the gift that made them more wanted. After five minutes she opened her eyes again filled with tears and saw turned into a beautiful doe and, frightened by the presence of a rooster who had never seen before, right there on the site of the miracle, asked him, and what are you doing here?
June 19, 2009: "If the fire from rival pizzeria, you'll have free pizza for life." And 'This was the proposal that prompted an Italian-Australian native of Melbourne to set fire to a pizza place in Australia, then in fact, all "' tempting" proposal of rival pizzeria. Frank Foschini, 35, was sentenced today to six years in prison with a minimum of three years before obtaining his probation. 
On the planet of the moon, the capital Andronica sixty-four, wedged between the red cliff of the galaxy Arctic rivers and stony on the fifth floor of the Antarctic in the south, there is a certain mountain. For centuries and centuries is populated by perfect animals who have never suffered the humiliating fate of the old Darwin. These animals have been and will always be what they are, a bit 'as a god. On the other hand, he himself, in a burst of goodness, which put them there in the image and likeness one of the poems he most loved in his childhood were divine, in the year jdhiu - wji. 
