Quetzal cruzó el charco para irse de marcha por la city, ¡vaya pájara!
Digamelón?
El texto detrás de la postal que llegó a mi cueva-corchera decía algo así:My dear darling bat:
We are having so much fun here in London there is no sun, there is no party at night, everything is expensive,the city is grey, there are a lot of hooligans everywhere and nobody understands our crappy spanish accent.Despite all these real topics, London is a really nice city with very nice people, nice pubs and nice beer, Many Ryanair flights are going to fake London airports far far away but keep calm and coqueto rulesthe centre is beatiful and sometimes the sun give us a ray of light (but only one)Of course, we have hired a man to write this to you.
Best regards with real love to my honeyEnjoy!
Y me pregunto yo, desde este corcho viejo que comparto con un llavero de Curro, un pin de Cobi, y una llave de plástico, si estarán saliendo a las siete (de la tarde) de un "clab" o simplemente se han caído en el Gin Tonic de algún tourist despitado. Algún día iré, ¡London is waiting for Coqueto!