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Going holyday in Mallorca
Thursday, June 19, 2008 1:47:00 AM
by Georg E Mateos
| Holidays |
For the people one see around this days when in holyday, one doesn't know if one are seeing the Beaches or the Witches or the Bitches by the sea shore.
Lucky for me, I am a poet, and it make me like a goose that can't care less of the rain... |
OK folks, now is the time to hang the pencils and the papers and the muses and go cavorting around babes in mini-mini bikinis and huge overweight matrones in tight spandex, gentlement puffing cigars and walking on the sand with a hanging belly like a 15 months pregnant bull.
No margaritas or Mai-Tai drinks, just ole Captain Morgan dark rum very dark eye shadows to look without been getting dirty looks (dirty old men aren't dirty if they had been bathing in the sea, you know?)
Paellas, calamares á la Romana, lobster á la Termidor and blue-shells casserole with a good rosé wine (or white) and in the evening, look at every sunset sipping Ceres (a special by Royal appointment beer from Denmark, that you can get there) that is the nearly thing you will get to Coors.
This time I will take a good and long view of the Las Palmas famous Cathedral and maybe one of the muses will be there to whisper me something.
So...bye for now.
Always there with all of you
Georg
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