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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. Every morning he would put on his bright red shoes and le them cleaned.
He slept in a pension where no one else stayed. Comentarios A La Historia 4.
Rafael Sánchez Ferlosio – Wikipedia
A rose and mauve lady that had not yet gathered her flesh and her beauty into eel clothes, and still waited, like a rose stripped of its petals, with her faded colors and her artificial smile, bitter as a grimace.
He would throw the cards into the air when he lost, and he didn’t stoop over to pick them up.
Topics Mentioning This Author. He would dance in the elevators and on the landings, spill ink wells, beat on pianos with his rigid little gloved hands. He would breakfast on a large cup of chocolate and he would not return until night or dawn. Perhaps she had been waiting since she was fifteen. Don Zana kept the pits to make her believe he loved her. 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.
Discover new books on Goodreads. Don Zana broke the flower pots with his hand and he laughed at everything. The fer,osio cried when days passed without Don Zana’s going by her street. She returned home crying and, without saying anything to anyone, died of bitterness. He had a disagreeable voice, like the breaking of dry reeds; he talked more than anyone, and he got drunk at the little tables in the taverns.
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He liked to argue, to go visiting in houses. Her flesh was slack and she was some forty-five years old.
Rafael Sánchez Ferlosio
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Margaret Jull Costa Translator. One day he took her out for a walk.
Then, then was the story of Don Zana ‘The Marionette. El testimonio de Yarfoz 3. The fruitseller’s daughter, with her quince-lips, still bloodless, ingenuously kissed that slice-of-watermelon laugh.
Then he would light a fire of dry leaves and fry them. His chest was a trapezoid.
Books by Rafael Sánchez Ferlosio (Author of El Jarama)
Mientras no cambien los dioses, nada ha cambiado 4. 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. Don Zana used to walk through the outskirts of Madrid and catch small dirty fish in the Manzanares.
Sometimes fferlosio 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 ferlossio of the basements at foot level. Esas Yndias Equivocadas Y Malditas: The fruitseller’s daughter fell in love with him and gave him apricots and plums.