MERCHANTS STREET In the solitude of his small piece of land a black farmer, carrying his old mule with several bushels of corn, to reach the market, the noise started, the dark little man understood what was going on there, a little boy approached moreno and said bring corn, go where the green man he is just and good, the farmer came to the store the Green Man, who saw him rose from his chair and said discharge luxurious that corn. The dark peasant said first talk about the price, ahhhhh, the price, the trader said green, Im good and just man but as you know the economy is bad, the dark man looked at him and said youre crafty and cowardly ...... ....... The Green Man said ...... Im not your friend let me explain, if I sell your grains these perish I am to help you that does not happen. The man saw the merchant dark green and a price you had yesterday said today another tomorrow who knows who knows, Green replied the merchant you do not know the market. The dark man said ............... but I understand not your kind. Antonio Amiel.
Posted on: Fri, 28 Mar 2014 19:11:48 +0000
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