South of Chile, in the eighth region, my dear Lota ... Now only the memories of what was once an active and thriving mining town.
The April 16, 1997, the mine shut his mouth forever, which remained open for over a century. This lady, who kept their fertility until their involuntary and premature closure misses those golden years, which left sleepwalkers seduced by countless suitors, who day after day and struggling to woo turns, sweating profusely, to be matched by such a unique lady. Strong and loud strokes used to stimulate it to release its precious treasure. She corresponded with sharp and sparkling flirtation, looking like tiny hailstones fired from his black robe, which crashed in the nude torsos of these unique Tenorios who mitigated the fatigue and pain, at the pleasure of seeing, in the dim light, as an accomplice shimmering, shiny crows inert legs around his sweaty.
Y as seductive as it is proudly, the nymph of the deep, prove to conquer a price. As a bitch that cares for its young, exchanged for blood that it was mined. Many lovers, both young and old, paid with his life as daring, some perishing under the sudden, powerful and loud vomiting gray, snowy burying dreams of hope and freedom. Others, succumbing to his fiery and deadly breath, as helpless faced with the dragon who guards his captive maiden, abruptly cremated párvula illusion of those who wait.
