Like life. Poker is like life, and it is not because life can be a game, it is because playing poker is primarily a question of temper, and character.
comes a time, you've been waiting all night and there you go. It's time to show whether worth, if you're the best, if you can beat the king. Three aces, ten, another ten, only two pair samples, the ace is hidden. And him? Flush, a straight flush, the color can not be with your full, yet, if the hidden card was a jack of diamonds ... no that can not be, can not have a straight flush, not now. Want to make a lantern known to have kept an ace, want to get scared, because he also knows that this hand is the time, would lose its purpose. What hides her face? Are you trembling lip, perhaps? No. Your face is just as blank as the early game, it is now .... I remember, too. I look into your eyes, not blinking, me neither. A jack? No, not one iota, is virtually impossible, but luck does not count anything. I remember when I was little, my parents, those few years I spent with them, then the streets, the game ... but why come to my head all this? No, focus. You are here now, your life will depend on what happens over the next few minutes, I looked for this moment for the entire game, so I'm here. What does he think? He has money, is famous, is king. But their time may end today, and I'll see your place. She, on what had to come, I told him to stay home, yet wine. Think, focus, you're nervous, do not show it, look at him in the eye ... well. It is time, decide. No, not one jot. Apuéstalo everything.
"I see your money and get on .... Three in 1500, all I have.
- ... Note to see that ace. I see three in 1500 and climb to five thousand.
not have a jack, bluffing game. Is betting big, that's all you can do. It's hot, I had not noticed until now. The whole world is watching, do you think what I? Who cares? They are not sitting here. Five thousand, where did the you get it? The was saved, it is your last trick.
-five thousand are ... do you hear Kid, Kid? Five thousand.
Yes I hear you, let me think. You wanted it your way and here you are. You can not back down. No, not one jot. Accept it. Kill him.
I am ready to accept a promissory note, Kid.
"I can get that money. "I know
can.
"Okay, I see.
... I realize now that I knew, now that everything goes well. I wanted to go, and I knew. I knew I would look at those eyes cold, expressionless, without a soul. Paper eyes, which pass through me. Everyone is silent, it's hot. She may be out, find a ghost.
Valencia, Wednesday December 20. Appalling cold and rainy day. The heavens opened and an apocalyptic deluge swept over us, unfair deserving of divine wrath. (It broke my umbrella while walking, too many comments)
and PD White such López, Mexican mustache type. Who are they? What do they do? Dig in misery, bark. The voice of his master.
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