The suggestions of Old Viscacha

There was an old gaûcho seated on a head of cow, his name was Xenón Matildo Viscacha
he sucked a long sip of his hierba mathé with his thin lips, thin like Gillettes Super Silver Platinum®, and started reciting his suggestions for the youth: the suggestions of Old Viscacha.

#1. Be your words few, and concise, or less than concise: laconic, and even less than laconic: cut your tongue and stay mute forever.

#2. If you aspire lethal drugs, like Brazilian bazuko, don't do it anally.

#3. If you are young maiden, refresh your cachufleta, at least once a day, avoid using sandpaper or aguarrás.

#4. Avoid at all costs introducing a tube of shaving cream Gillette series shooting aloe vera espuma barba afeitado in your anus, or you're going to catch an extremely rare disease called papa.

#5. Respect your parents, son of a grand 7! Go to church every Sunday morning and wash your hands 17 times a day, it's the only way to be holy and to go headfirst to Heaven, unlike me: I'll go to HELL, ha ha ha!



Matildo Vizcacha left the mathè on the rugose floor and walked away
as his silhouette disappeared in the distance, the nine shadows of his body were projected on the horizon by a light that seemed to come from the ground.

It was the last night he was seen.