Venga @pirus vamos a jugar unas carticas. A llenar la picsina. Por allá tenemos el dominóóó, por aquí el equipo de sonido. ¿Qué más podemos pedirle a este mundo?
Un amigo ha dejado la carrera de Arquitectura nada más empezar. Según lo que me dijísteis, allí había bastantes gaes. Ahora ya no puedo usar a mi amigo como excusa para presentarme por allí
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and he was reading about the funeral proceedings...
as if they'd happened a long time ago.
Why did you kill him?
Well, he was gonna kill me.
So you were scared
and that's the only reason?
Yeah.
And the reward money.
Do you want me to change the subject?
You know what I expected?
Applause.
I was only 20 years old then.
I couldn't see how it would look to people.
I was surprised by what happened.
They didn't applaud.
He was ashamed of his boasting...
his pretensions of courage
and ruthlessness.
He was sorry about his cold-bloodedness,
his dispassion...
his inability to express
what he now believed was the case:
That he truly regretted killing Jesse...
that he missed the man
as much as anybody...
and wished his murder
hadn't been necessary.
Even as he circulated his saloon...
he knew that the smiles disappeared
when he passed by.
He received so many menacing letters...
that he could read them
without any reaction except curiosity.
He kept to his apartment all day,
flipping over playing cards...
looking at his destiny
in every king and jack.
Edward O'Kelly came up from Bachelor
at 1 p.m. on the 8th.
He had no grand scheme, no strategy...
no agreement with higher authorities...
nothing beyond a vague longing for glory...
and a generalized wish
for revenge against Robert Ford.
- How'd it go last night?
- Not so bad.
The other one.
Edward O'Kelly would be ordered
to serve a life sentence...
in the Colorado Penitentiary
for second-degree murder.
Over 7000 signatures
would eventually be gathered...
on a petition asking for O'Kelly's release...
and in 1902, Governor James B. Orman
would pardon the man.
You shouldn't be wearing that stickpin
again there, Bob. Opals are unlucky.
My luck's not very good as it is.
I don't think an opal's gonna change that much.
I hear you.
There would be no eulogies for Bob...
no photographs of his body
would be sold in sundries stores...
no people would crowd the streets
in the rain to see his funeral cortege...
no biographies would be written
about him...
no children named after him.
No one would ever pay 25 cents
to stand in the rooms he grew up in.
Hello, Bob.
The shotgun would ignite,
and Ella Mae would scream...
but Robert Ford would only lay on the floor
and look at the ceiling...
the light going out of his eyes...
before he could find the right words.
@pixelado alguien necesita consuelo
Entonces, no nos parecemos en nada. Yo hilvano cuando estoy contento.
LET THE RIVER RUN.
A @pixe le dije ayer que se tomara conmigo una cerve y me hizo la técnica del MURO.
@pixelado
http://jenesaispop.com/foros/discussion/comment/776297#Comment_776297
^^ Más bien todo impenetrable, @micorneacraneo.
Yo pensaba que estaba siguiendo la bromi de @Caine!
Ya saben que estoy en barbecho, pero el plan amiwis me parece bien, tampoco tengo muchos como para ir diciendo que no, la verdad û_û
Que no sé tomar decisiones y tengo la sensación de que soy una cobardica. ¿A qué edad se aprende?
Mañana igual hago otra foto de los cartelitos de Águilas, que volveré a pasar por ahí.
Tu tranqui.
Me hizo mucha ilu la otro foto y que te acordaras