Ceb-o-lio, a prank

Ceb-o-yo lived thirty years ago, he was brown eyes and court hair and every day opened the light of his weak friend. He’s always prepared to know new ways that sometimes produced him some big problem.

When he’s fighting a day against a strongly young, you couldn’t know that he was in a dangerous problem, because he was our heroes and he would win in the last month; his brothers, that day, finally opened us our eyes and we discovered that he was our  energetic friend but he always sailed against unknown world without fear.

Ceb-o-yo was interested about that nice girl but that awful day when the spiral of a notebook was introduced in his nose, he felt that his feeling had lost that special charm. From that day, he began introducing clown actions in his life; if a special day, he was in a picture with a big bandage in his head, he’d be laughing when his father will look at that picture some years later, he couldn’t understand why his son was always making silly things.

It’s not easy explained that those months, they were supporting a mouse that we would use to teach our young teacher who every day terrorized us with magic and horrific histories of fear. The day D, they took control about the situation in that place. The corner’s girl disappeared because he jumped over us when he felt the sweet leg of the mouse his skin. Hours later, my friend told us the history because he was the young who should describe the different moments when the white mouse realized it job. We had a big social life, full of experience that only young who have lived in the street could understand.

Shame, the fucking drug arrived later and the relationship and costume would change and They were “king with mud feet”.

Our friend knew the first reaction of panic, although immediately changed his mouth and after three or four minutes they knew a pleasant reaction of a man after be worked in the right way. We’d trained it with this special job. When that man felt all their eyes turn around him, his red face and cheeks were a poem and his reaction harder than they can have thought.

It was the leitmotif of that crazy sunrise in Ceb-o-yo face, some months later, But it was impossible explain it, at least, for me