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already has touched the child and is now the turn of the father. According to the date shown on the front page, Dec. 18, 2004, this book is on my shelves about six years. I bought No mask having read other works by Alfredo Gómez Cerdá . With authors like him know that I will not regret breaking the bank.

In this case, I learned the story of a teenager Roberto to fulfill the wishes of his family, especially his grandfather to become a great musician . Focused on it as could be, one day, a simple message written on a table in the institute will start a nice friendship and maybe something else.

Moon will co-star of the plot, his interlocutor, a girl big and beautiful eyes that will bring new life into the boy's life. Her friends, Mocolindo , Sebi Calzonga and also put their bit to change the lives of youth.

He belongs to a high social class while she and her fellow soldiers living in one of the most marginal of Madrid. Life "easier" for one life "difficult" for others.

These young, seemingly nothing in common, always join them for stealing a motorbike.

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mask will show the main characters while those around them take refuge in hypocrisy to go out of step. There is a saying "when you think know, only I will have presented." Roberto will realize that not everything that glitters is gold around.

Gómez Cerdá presents a fresh work on friendship, the love the sincerity the complex world of drug , the social prejudices and lie. I liked it, although I have guessed. I hope to soon bring you more work from him. For now, I have wanted to read "Barro de Medellin", for which he received the National Prize of Literature for Children and Youth 2009 and I have already given but I have yet tasted. s! Greetings big eater @

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want to shoot, but the question is, Should You?

So I remembered.
remembered that could happen if I fell in love, I remembered the last sunrise I saw that and for more than three hundred years. My humanity had declined over the years, slowly but surely. Wilderness wandering alone at that accident, say accident because it was totally dark, black, scorched and charred by forest that once covered that space. Thousands of war had occurred and millions of people had fallen in battle. Mothers separated from their children, parents without children, children without parents, mutilation ... That if I speak of the survivors, not counting the families falls, lost family names, stories of love that could never have happened and occurred.

A bullet, created from powder and a metal shell with a shell hole in the tip, a single bullet is fired by a soldier at a time if head is crossed by another of the same family, the bullet, that single bullet caused a death, only one, nothing else.
Later, another shot but this time was twice as big as it belonged to a sniper's weapon, was intercepted by the chest of a child, a boy who had allegedly come to find her missing mother. But the cold mind of that murderer attacked the creature and is falling to the ground leaving her teddy bear. That mother was crying because her husband had gone through left eye with an accurate shot to the head.

What that sniper did not know was that his son and wife had been the same.

a bullet, only a bullet can have a thousand tasks to control the damage caused by it. A bullet makes a happy person and destroys more than a hundred of pain.

That war is just one more, but maybe that child is ours, and that mother be your wife. Will you be willing to kill anyone who threatens to destroy what you care?


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