He was beautiful
When people saw him, they could only remove their hat in his presence.
He liked to travel all over the world, he was a born traveler.
Mile after mile devoured time on the poorly paved roads of the time.
When he visited the city his speed was slow and he liked to be looked at and admired.
Its interior in soft leather and noble wood.
When they took him to Paris by boat, he could never imagine that he would end up in the hands of a spy, under the guise of a university professor.
Peter Professor of Ancient History received it from his uncle the Marquis as a gift when he came of age.
Nobody knew that Peter had a royal lineage and that was good at the time, he went unnoticed and always said that his beloved car belonged to a childhood friend.
He traveled through France and the northern part of Spain, bribing the soldiers
Thus he spent his youthful days.
But the years passed and he ended up left to his own devices, Peter left this world between borders when a stray bullet hit him in the neck and he passed through many hands and the years of intrigue and persecution ended.
In the weather, the days piling up on her body, the intense red was changing its color to a dirty and dark red.
But in his decline he remembers his good old days when he flew and ate miles in the middle of scrambling with Peter and his secret missives.
When they admired him and called him by name
Jaguar
This is a fictional story
But if he told everything that he has traveled
What would you count?
They would be exciting stories, from then far away places.
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