It seems that my cleaning days are finishing. I am a writer on demand now. Ms Racho has offered me to collaborate in her shop. She saw my poem and she thought that it was perfect for her Tshirt. She told me I had a cuerpo serrano, and she had a new proposal. Will I turn up a rich pig? will I go back to the magnifience times of my ancestors?
Here it goes my new work. (It is harder when you write on demand and not because your muse is inspiring you, but money is money.? I need this job, so please help before I send it to Ms Racho.)