It passes from seven o'clock in the morning when the "breakfast" arrives with " rancher eggs", stirred with pepper, onion and tomato, and the "chilaquiles", corn tortillas covered by sauce and beans the crushed, al m of the caf . From the exit of the restaurant, the sea of Cort s opens immediately ahead. It eats in front of the view. At that a breath interrupts the line of the horizon. Then comes the dark back, the heavy curve of the body, somet…
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It passes from seven o'clock in the morning when the "breakfast" arrives with " rancher eggs", stirred with pepper, onion and tomato, and the "chilaquiles", corn tortillas covered by sauce and beans the crushed, al m of the caf . From the exit of the restaurant, the sea of Cort s opens immediately ahead. It eats in front of the view. At that a breath interrupts the line of the horizon. Then comes the dark back, the heavy curve of the body, somet…