If Franco should rise from the dead, he definitely would be a zombie and could audition for a role in “The Walking Dead”

If Franco should rise from the dead, he definitely would be a zombie and could audition for a role in “The Walking Dead”

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This Easter Week my family and I have been binge-watching all the episodes of the seventh season of the TV series “The Walking Dead”, two or three episodes every night. A real marathon-viewing of zombies! If only Franco should rise from the dead! When I was a little girl I hated Easter Week with all my might (children’s hatred is the strongest emotion and can never, ever, be forgotten). If it hadn’t been for Enid Blyton’s Famous Five and my “Mortadelo and Filemón” comic books, I would have gone (even more) bananas. Back then, the only thing on TV was Roman films, and I had watched all of them so many times that I could perfectly recite the dialogues between Ben-Hur and his hated/beloved Messala. Oh, if only I had…
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An old, sickly geezer made me understand  how Jesus raised Lazarus from the dead

An old, sickly geezer made me understand how Jesus raised Lazarus from the dead

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I had suspected it for a long time, but it was yesterday when I finally was sure. I was on the bus heading downtown. The days I don’t work in the morning I like to go to the market. I buy fresh fish and organic chicken, which are the basis of my diet. I take my shopping cart with me, because with my Olive Oyl-like, twiglike arms and my incipient osteopenia I should not lift too much weight. It is a long way from home, but time just flies by because I love pondering and observing through the bus window. I love to remain silent until I get off the bus. I had no sooner taken a vacant seat when a wobbly, decrepit old man, walking unsteadily with a cane,…
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Un viejo achacoso me hizo comprender cómo Jesucristo resucitó a Lázaro de entre los muertos

Un viejo achacoso me hizo comprender cómo Jesucristo resucitó a Lázaro de entre los muertos

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  Llevaba tiempo sospechándolo, pero hasta ayer no estuve segura. Yo iba en el autobús, camino del centro. Los días que no trabajo por la mañana me gusta ir al mercado. Compro pescado fresco y pollo de corral, la base de mi alimentación. Me llevo el carrito de la compra, pues con mis brazos de Olivia (novia de Popeye) y mi incipiente osteopenia, no puedo acarrear mucho peso. Es un trayecto largo, desde yo vivo, pero a mí se me pasa pronto porque voy pensando y observando por la ventanilla. Me encanta estar así, en silencio, hasta llegar a mi destino. No bien me hube sentado en uno de los asientos libres, cuando un viejo decrépito y tambaleante, que caminaba encorvado apoyándose en un bastón, ocupó el asiento a mi…
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