Twenty-five years and one hundred and seventeen days have passed since the first chapter was published in this space. This is one hundred eleven, and yet one to one, eleven, and eleven, and eleven, and so on. I have brought here the stories and comedy of many plants, and I have received countless speeches and comments from those who are readers. It has been everything: many have thrown flowers to me; others have hit me in the temple with the tiest. I slept with everyone.

This corner of the weekly garden to be in the eyes of thousands of people in their hands and on screens is not to pay. I take the reader as a furtive lover, to you; and of laughter or laughter, I let those of you here entertain.

Each reading is a foliar path. It's Valcarlos's ruling. Expression and procedure, via, foliar route. At night, the doors of the houses of the two friends, confusing or entangled, buckled clandestine through a leaf path, and in the morning the leaves brought to light the knot of the silence of the friends. How nice is the path of the leaves! I'd like to meet someone who has experienced something like this, with leaves.

They also call the truffle foliar route. The path of leaves causes mockery and mockery of people who are out of this path. They all envied and made a mockery to cover envy, always sheltered by the group. Leaf truffle.

But truffle is not just laughing and mocking. Truffle is also a kind of "fruit" of an underground fungus, truffle. It is also truffle potato, ground potatoes (Solanum tuberosum). It's also a truffle, one of the worst farmland. The tupa is also fruit, the tupé of boj (Buxus sempervirens). It's also a popa, a tonel, a wooden container where the drinks are put in and adhered to.

Every time the lees appear on the portal of our house a path of leaves. A leaf truffle is built: laughs, truffles, fruits, fruits, hard lands and cider mud. How many roads do you start from our portal? And how many trails do you get there? Foliar roads.