wrong, contingencies beyond
was unhappy, he knew his mother "... and no worse feeling in an unhappy that hurts your whore mother" - told me one night of drunkenness absolute peak holding a broken bottle while I was trying to rescue his lost tranquility. Perhaps the bullet that months later, half embedded in the skull has to do with the index finger of his mother.
I met in a flamenco bar, played guitar completely confused, then one answered about her outfit, a shirt soiled with dirt and on the neck was wrapped a red ribbon which sought to mimic a tie. After his performance, he settled in a corner of the bar, was almost imperceptible if it were not the bar which was packed with people playing outrageous, was why that caught my attention. That same day I first saw it, I came to recognize the passion with which he gave his flamenco guitar. It did not do so because the first two sentences he interrupted me abruptly "if a beer is better you can go to my room at this moment" said.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
12 Dpo With A Yeast Infection
not want to get into misunderstandings and you busted my fist against his immense nose, a couple of hours sitting in the gutter, in front of that bar us hand cuddled respectfully.
Since childhood I was curious to marginal lives, I cursed my luck to have a family "normal" , because my father change diapers and clean my mother's nose or I wait for hot food. Did not want them dead but quite far, but you know, all the like religion is like a perpetual state of dissatisfaction for a hot prayers of hope, something like winning the jackpot without buying a lottery . However for Paco was reason enough to be called unhappy, not because they had a mother like mine, but because he hated mothers like yours, for someone who knows something about emotions, it will seem absurd to hate her mother, but that winter afternoon satin, leaden as purgatory, the way to the bar I knew something of the feeling of mother. Paquita
met in the bar that his son was a beautiful woman no one appeared to be mother, raven hair and starched suit, slipped by him with overwhelming elegance board flamenco. I never imagined that it was the mother of Paco, but it sure loaded with such certainty, I also discovered that never agreed on that bar, or that either had seen them together, I knew well that he professed to hate her for being gay and he by being a prostitute. When I met Paco and I asked him how he did so, she evaded me.
After what Paco never saw her, sometimes I think it was the same person, I sometimes think that if you sink it near my esophagus trigger kill her.
Since childhood I was curious to marginal lives, I cursed my luck to have a family "normal" , because my father change diapers and clean my mother's nose or I wait for hot food. Did not want them dead but quite far, but you know, all the like religion is like a perpetual state of dissatisfaction for a hot prayers of hope, something like winning the jackpot without buying a lottery . However for Paco was reason enough to be called unhappy, not because they had a mother like mine, but because he hated mothers like yours, for someone who knows something about emotions, it will seem absurd to hate her mother, but that winter afternoon satin, leaden as purgatory, the way to the bar I knew something of the feeling of mother. Paquita
met in the bar that his son was a beautiful woman no one appeared to be mother, raven hair and starched suit, slipped by him with overwhelming elegance board flamenco. I never imagined that it was the mother of Paco, but it sure loaded with such certainty, I also discovered that never agreed on that bar, or that either had seen them together, I knew well that he professed to hate her for being gay and he by being a prostitute. When I met Paco and I asked him how he did so, she evaded me.
After what Paco never saw her, sometimes I think it was the same person, I sometimes think that if you sink it near my esophagus trigger kill her.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Marylin Chambers Mpeg
A cold blooded animal
I have been a kind of myth, a religious story, unclear, confusing words, personalities outdated and that externally: look away, a hellish magnetism of someone who actually existed.
Every Saturday morning I met the love of my life and the next day I died a thousand ways, in here, all my deaths have been in here. I remember one of them, that night in winter, winds confused, out of a robbery, was that money would buy a TV to watch the football World , but nothing happened. I only enough for two bottles of vodka, was a lot of money and the poor quality vodka, five-blank shot and a coup de grace son fucking whores! Despite announcing his arrival, I never know exactly when they are in front of me and it's too late when I go over like a steamroller, who knows, if here they all end up betraying alive with the enemy within.
not bear my misery sewn back, not that I like cloudy days, I do not care if sunny or rainy, but I have a hole in your soul and that is not cured with vodka and you get lost with amphetamines.
Honestly, I can not with so many to their deaths by the few, is it because their bodies buried in the courtyard of infection, also from within?, Why does everything have to be inside?, As the faults that should be out and have an expiration date and today is not Saturday but should meet the love of my life.
And if you see that woman I will say I have a hole in his chest, offering it on sale directly to see if they filled a whole.
And when this is over and all I have collapse, give me a piece with it and so perhaps there is only the first time.
Every Saturday morning I met the love of my life and the next day I died a thousand ways, in here, all my deaths have been in here. I remember one of them, that night in winter, winds confused, out of a robbery, was that money would buy a TV to watch the football World , but nothing happened. I only enough for two bottles of vodka, was a lot of money and the poor quality vodka, five-blank shot and a coup de grace son fucking whores! Despite announcing his arrival, I never know exactly when they are in front of me and it's too late when I go over like a steamroller, who knows, if here they all end up betraying alive with the enemy within.
not bear my misery sewn back, not that I like cloudy days, I do not care if sunny or rainy, but I have a hole in your soul and that is not cured with vodka and you get lost with amphetamines.
Honestly, I can not with so many to their deaths by the few, is it because their bodies buried in the courtyard of infection, also from within?, Why does everything have to be inside?, As the faults that should be out and have an expiration date and today is not Saturday but should meet the love of my life.
And if you see that woman I will say I have a hole in his chest, offering it on sale directly to see if they filled a whole.
And when this is over and all I have collapse, give me a piece with it and so perhaps there is only the first time.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Lexington County Register Deeds
That scared
Road to my past, I have climbed in that old car to take me to that amalgam of memories, simple routine, nothing special, at least not today. I preferred to see through the window, I hate to see through the window with your head supported by the transparent sheet, with your eyes laconic and lost.
the other side of the window and on the move detainees in the station is off, the lights are distorted and travel through a tunnel as an endless shell runs in few minutes an unlimited world, galloping giraffes and rhinos huge caterpillars turn into fireflies announce the first season, then I go back inside and that another world is hardly bleak narrow much punishment does not fit a stock market point of sardines out and a bottle of oil drops that drop heavy list to slide.
When you ride in a wagon and have no more output to continue, you stop in daily travelers in their haste in December are consuming vast stores of colors, can not stand the stores are color should be gray and deep windows dark to see only find your reflection cold face and an empty body. Should seize your clothes and a gang of boys dissidents the windows painted black.
As I imagining this trip so much I wonder why you can not smoke in the cars? Why you no longer feel no woman next to me smelling of sex between the legs? and so I stopped so much speculation, why do we spend our lives in one go and return continuum? And why not stop this car and I already low at any station in the middle of the shell, the end of this tunnel?. However
have begun to cowboy movies on wagons, the children run around the corridors Desfundando fingers pistols, submachine arms ; the nagging mothers, nearly all are overweight and pregnant, the more attractive girl dreams of that baby in her womb, if only someone would hurt.
It's almost my station, after a few minutes this will all be gone.
Friday, December 4, 2009
Schematics Of Crosman Night Prowler
studied the Bachelor of Health Sciences, I can be considered "science" against what the Government says about my career. A person who has studied
science can at least understand the basics - very basic - on physical equations or chemical formulation. In any case, today I read about Chaos Theory, and although I am far from understanding certain words, I like to stay with what is applicable to human behavior. True, the scientific rigor of this is null but as a hobby is not bad.
Why was seeking information about Chaos Theory? Well, it turns out that when life seems to be putting things in place tend to show events that take you away from this equilibrium that is as psychological / social / political correctness.
And ... then what?
Would you question it all?
Do you question anything?
Do you hide? "You run into
your past?
you escape "(plain)?
Trying to ignore the path diverted Having A "right"?
crazy "everyone?
Do you go to the street plan "Falling Down"?
Well, in my case I'm going to eat bacon. The bad dreams be responsible for everything else .
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Medical Confidentiality Clause Sample
Notes from exile
again.
Bring a strange week. Unusual dreams, stomach rare weirdos ... missing something familiar, something known, something unpleasant: /
again. seems that the years pass, something funny that make me feel "young."
Bring a strange week. Unusual dreams, stomach rare weirdos ... missing something familiar, something known, something unpleasant: /
Monday, November 30, 2009
Como Poner Tornillos En Sheetrock
The blotter
I've lost count of the last myth destroyed, no nipples sweet blonde women or stroking my chest, killing the early descriptions of his genius and figure, that kiss and moan is all I need, the Just as someone expected to meet the same, therefore I am.
From when you lose your enthusiasm for the game developed, since when I search for prostitutes to meet killer of illusion, of those who take it for forgetting the real dream of another life, looks pure silk sheets.
sex is not what I'm talking about, and it is at the same time, it is certain that any speculation around you has several hidden truths, as is the beginning and end of a meeting.
The idea of \u200b\u200bseeing you again is lost somewhere in my brain, empty and foolish as a wrecked ship carrying food to the Somali coast. My desire to find you are drifting drowned in any ocean. May all along have been looking in the wrong place, that the routes to that treasure have served only to feel the pinch, famines and storms and so convinced that you were a sad invention.
Since then I do not care too much, just being a faithful follower in my brief actions, without any liability to incriminate my laziness; matter a few days it made no pats on the shoulder, or reprimands; mind that day when everything goes and after a few seconds, absolutely nothing, something like do not get to an appointment and not disappoint anyone ...
her again not knowing anything about it, and if you ask me how I feel I will tell you well, I mean almost dead.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Should I Buy Nooka Watch Or G Shock
Fallacy, obliteration and other curious words that distract from what matters
During class practices Psychology of Language yesterday, while listening to the feedback they gave one of my colleagues about how he conducted the interview (the practice is a simulation of a job interview ... anyway ...) I came to mind a question, "What am I doing here?". It was not the typical "This is absurd 
Today, as the professor of Educational Psychology lecturing widely on the term "obliteration" - his pronunciation and etymology - has emerged a mental image. Exactly one year ago was in the same situation, in the same class with the same teacher talking about the same word ... Well, over the following months I thought I had come a long way, having overcome old mistakes and fears ... Today I asked for the first time in this time if things really have changed much. I have not reached any conclusion 
sometimes nihilistic look like the monster I've always feared becoming reach.
Can You Get Hpv In Your Throut
becomes infinite and Hope Among Amparo
shed
We were inside the hotel room.
The cities have a thousand ways to trap which is no other way to kill us, but as there are such likely there ways to invent, entire, concave and imperfect.
That room between Amparo and Hope Street was a way to be safe, is not the formula dreamed but not way out there with the same face he had entered. Le I can claim responsibility for it, than to the windows of a room limits exceeded for Madrid, a room that hung over the entire city.
We were like the crew of a spaceship towards the end of the universe, I ran down the bed and she danced on the terrace, breakfast and dessert was raspberry butterflies, water flowing through the bath and I mingled among them, the delicate strokes brown skin, the song that sounded something like said somewhere in entre the moon and the is ... Then my face smiling sun and crescent shaped one a quadrant perfect. We spent all day
too high and at night very nearly down to avoid the falls then we embriagábamos, but not to crush us, but to be back up top, the next morning we planned on that just as down as you hold a foot from the cold ground, and later they sang stories with half a cup of tea between his lips.
We say and repeat that this is risky and we ignore them insist on these miscreants in disbelief illusion predators, our friends will invite you to look for a room in a parlor Lavapiés ; but well may be right, but luckily she is not the stunning blonde beauty stunned to find a Rolls Royce , and when I say that the room was floating and flying world as best he could, should know that the stunning blonde is the worst combination to live between Amparo and Hope Street, in order not to insist on our laziness to complement direct the search of a different life and hopefully good trick, perhaps not remember what happened after the ship landed and she and I end up broken up by a toy ray gun, but that matters little to me, so All I can say is that everything I've ever had or will have, it's the only thing I do not take less.
The cities have a thousand ways to trap which is no other way to kill us, but as there are such likely there ways to invent, entire, concave and imperfect.
That room between Amparo and Hope Street was a way to be safe, is not the formula dreamed but not way out there with the same face he had entered. Le I can claim responsibility for it, than to the windows of a room limits exceeded for Madrid, a room that hung over the entire city.
We were like the crew of a spaceship towards the end of the universe, I ran down the bed and she danced on the terrace, breakfast and dessert was raspberry butterflies, water flowing through the bath and I mingled among them, the delicate strokes brown skin, the song that sounded something like said somewhere in entre the moon and the is ... Then my face smiling sun and crescent shaped one a quadrant perfect. We spent all day
too high and at night very nearly down to avoid the falls then we embriagábamos, but not to crush us, but to be back up top, the next morning we planned on that just as down as you hold a foot from the cold ground, and later they sang stories with half a cup of tea between his lips.
We say and repeat that this is risky and we ignore them insist on these miscreants in disbelief illusion predators, our friends will invite you to look for a room in a parlor Lavapiés ; but well may be right, but luckily she is not the stunning blonde beauty stunned to find a Rolls Royce , and when I say that the room was floating and flying world as best he could, should know that the stunning blonde is the worst combination to live between Amparo and Hope Street, in order not to insist on our laziness to complement direct the search of a different life and hopefully good trick, perhaps not remember what happened after the ship landed and she and I end up broken up by a toy ray gun, but that matters little to me, so All I can say is that everything I've ever had or will have, it's the only thing I do not take less.
shed Saturday, November 14, 2009
Mccallan Open Bottle How Long
Why the hell?
Someone told me recently that I looked very overwhelmed. He was right. Took weeks with the instinct to run away which repress, like many others (just as there are instincts that suppressing it would not hurt a bit.) Yes, I'm up up with the right (and it's something that makes me like myself, is very positive in spite of its collateral damage) and at home. I'm up up with many things, a thousand times I said I was getting into shirts chew. It's true ... I do not know what compels me not to shake off various villains that have little to having to do with me.
I wonder if, after so many years of waiting to walk through the mirror and you're really on my side looking at you ... I wonder .... if not mistaken.
Monday, November 9, 2009
Sample Film Treatment And Storyboard
When the sushi is not enough
There are many ways to channel or release anxiety. One of them is eating. I am sure that is a favorite of the people, besides sex, and may be cause for some spare kilos more than one / a.
Anyway, I'm thinking of exploring other means of releasing stress, such as the gym. It is expensive but cheaper than a dinner at the Japanese ... I do not know, I know ...
When the sushi is not enough ... time to try other methods.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Portraits By Barbara Weber
From infinity to Lavapiés
one morning in full armor, and perhaps stay in his underwear, also starting. Naked
we are all foreigners. Getting up very early
shading your eyes, paint your lips, dress up as you want. Wrapped
we are still foreigners.
And then take a morning tea with the Moroccans, buy a kebab where the Pakistani, eight grams of hashish with Senegal.
No flags all have names, but just
foreign series. Vagas
stirred the world, whether it is in first class, with a low cost ticket African or a boat. Photo
the bottom of a lake moon, a circular volcano, a mothership or hugging a alienijena. Traveling where the Turks, where Chile and Mauritania, Palestinian and constantly traveling with your credit card, travel no matter what you're looking for the return you'll find in the attic of the house, traveling simply wander.
and you wonder,
and worry,
recognize how little is yours and therefore never will understand,
until you get tired,
you return to your backyard,
install and soon you have a garden and spend time ...
So yesterday I feel immensely as abroad.
naked ... I repeat all, we are even more foreign. 
one morning in full armor, and perhaps stay in his underwear, also starting. Naked
we are all foreigners. Getting up very early
shading your eyes, paint your lips, dress up as you want. Wrapped
we are still foreigners.
And then take a morning tea with the Moroccans, buy a kebab where the Pakistani, eight grams of hashish with Senegal.
No flags all have names, but just
foreign series. Vagas
stirred the world, whether it is in first class, with a low cost ticket African or a boat. Photo
the bottom of a lake moon, a circular volcano, a mothership or hugging a alienijena. Traveling where the Turks, where Chile and Mauritania, Palestinian and constantly traveling with your credit card, travel no matter what you're looking for the return you'll find in the attic of the house, traveling simply wander.
and you wonder,
and worry,
recognize how little is yours and therefore never will understand,
until you get tired,
you return to your backyard,
install and soon you have a garden and spend time ...
So yesterday I feel immensely as abroad.
naked ... I repeat all, we are even more foreign.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Types Of Viral Infections In 1yr Olds
Dislikes
Some people can not see certain animals, or test certain foods or even hear of a particular topic.
However there is another kind of dislikes, perhaps of a different nature and even less adaptive, dislikes people. Without knowing why a certain individual will transmit a negative and rationalize as much as you can not help feeling that. The problem comes when that person is someone close who neither want to bother known as the friend of your best friend, your son, your co-worker ...
not yet know why these things happen, is a phenomenon that I have never labeled with another feature of pathology.
Why is this? It's something that can generate so much pain ...
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Fox Mccloud Gay Furry
Stoicism absurd (...) Personal branding
(...) or selfish hedonism
/ mass self-destruction
/ how to burn the world without a bazooka
/ have reason to smile
/ be a good influence
/ be a bad influence
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Prices For Quo Makeup Brushes
video I have to prepare a resume for the practice of a subject. I have two minutes to explain why I chose to study psychology, what skills I have, etc. Why study Psychology? I have to go back to when I was little. I am playing in the garden of the house we have in the field, running back and forth with a queue lower than the other and a piece of fringe absent because he had decided to cut it myself one day. " Raquelita, come a moment. What do you grow up? ". "Hmmm ... veterinarian, ornithologist who have told me is to hear the birds, pharmaceutical, medical ... no ... psychiatrist psychologist ... not animals!". As well, the same should be brought forward a little more because ... go head ...
At some point I decided I wanted to be psychiatrist and know about the basics of human behavior. The dream of my life was working in a hospital, I've always liked. How do I explain that I went into psychology because I was the cut-off mark for medicine? How do I explain myself for not having repeated selectivity? Throughout these four years I have gone through ups and downs vocational, it is not surprising when you consider the existing curriculum, but now I start to have clear ideas back and do not regret to study what I study. Still ... I still do not know what to say in the video cv ...
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Exercise Ball Open Cervix
bed
Write in bed has always been something I've been missing. Sometimes, between waking and sleep clutching papers on leaving embodied keywords to remember the next day a series of ideas. There used to effect and most of the occasions I have even forgotten the fact of having written something.
The fact is that at night I usually want to write, even typing silly or nonsensical ideas, is something that makes me feel good. Well, now I have the opportunity to do so more often. Let's see if I put the batteries and tell you some of the things I had in mind (rather than the Word blog.)
Incidentally, today has sounded for the first time classical music in my car, driving is great as well. So much so that I spent the 10,000 km and neither have I noticed. Yes, time passes quickly ... so far I think I am applying to about not wasting it, I hope not mistaken.
Friday, October 9, 2009
Cheap Bulk Chicken Wings
From Apples, oranges and rotten jujube
"Everything falls under its own weight."
not usually good to wait until the fruit drops, then you are too old and not well known. However, in some species when at last it falls, prepared to continue the cycle, is the best moment of his existence ... and has the ability to change everything.
mental note to everyone: It may be worth waiting for "time."
I can run and live a thousand experiences across the globe, I can feel a thousand things throughout a day, I can sit and watch the sunset on the highest mountain ... but always down with Morpheus to reality , listen to your song, just before falling into the deepest sleep, in that where there is no interruption. Always read with attention your letter, I will interpret more accurately the lines that draw your eyes and sleep a dream disinterested breathing time.
And everything changes. There is only time I breathe.
soon fall bad apples .
Monday, October 5, 2009
Catan City And Knights Seriel
remember the first interview that I read Paradise Lost . Actually I remember that Mr. Holmes clarified that would never happy music. Was right.
they say also that the most moving art springs from the deepest apathy. So much so that some people are sure not to become entirely happy, perhaps so as not to lose touch with the muse.
In any case, they'd rather spit some words when the balance is upset when things go too badly or too well (both can generate fear).
Today I want to write, let out the words as before, as only rarely have flowed in recent times. I also like to run away with my small and simple 1000D thousand rounds to discover that I can get one, hopefully, somewhat similar to what I would feel fairly proud.
all has to do with the words ... I feel like screaming but I can not (literally, as in bad dreams.)
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Types Of Membership In Lifetime Fitness
Mister H and "io" the narrator
not choose the night, the shadows fold your conscience and relentlessly obscure, perhaps this virtue is sad that I have been looking.
When H came out of his hole, never thought he would return there, it was true that he hated that old, dark building, but had gotten used to the small morning light any timetable could be mistaken for a black dance. Maybe that's why his room always looked a window drawn on the right wall, a huge mismatch suitcase and a drum of kerosene near the door. One night or afternoon, do not know, never knew at the recess, I heard him explain that it was because he would leave soon so dirty building, but not before flames wrapped in his gloomy room. H was a guy with no scruples, so I was always aware of that day, and when he returned one of his many books or records that kindly lent me, asked about that day, "when we burn this dump" to what he would say "do not despair boy and you'll find the best of your dream ", that phrase made me more restless, I would die.
could not explain why he was on his threat, had a more than mere neighbors, M lent me his books and records, while I heard a great lecture, so dazzling that I had no questions. Then I went to my room and later thousands of questions traveled in my head, H was a mysterious type which was not to be trusted, that I felt it in the middle of his speeches had sort of practical examples lurid anecdotes. That time I paid Rayuela told me that he loved the game, no more than the arrival point was not heaven but hell and when I was there with children playing mysteriously disappeared, nobody knew about them, and and the entire Latin American boom and their titles were distorted so creepy with practical examples. I decided therefore to know more of this strange creature. Where it came from, what he did, he ate everything this I became interested in a compulsive way, and each finding always left me unsatisfied.
Sometimes I think I got to know more than you need, never reaching the details, we should be content with a brief narrative curriculum, something which in a few lines to speak of your "where you" , after a brief handbook with your three most remarkable scenes, a couple of crimes that you want to emphasize, at least three distractions and an updated date. Not one line, sorry it is too late.
My suspicions were confirmed, he had been fired from his job of stenographer, Lucia did not want to know more about him, Adriana on a long journey, the titles were not renewed in the local library and your hemorrhoids worse. Tomorrow was a perfect day. I could not sleep that night, the room was burning and poor H was consumed slowly.
When H came out of his hole, never thought he would return there, it was true that he hated that old, dark building, but had gotten used to the small morning light any timetable could be mistaken for a black dance. Maybe that's why his room always looked a window drawn on the right wall, a huge mismatch suitcase and a drum of kerosene near the door. One night or afternoon, do not know, never knew at the recess, I heard him explain that it was because he would leave soon so dirty building, but not before flames wrapped in his gloomy room. H was a guy with no scruples, so I was always aware of that day, and when he returned one of his many books or records that kindly lent me, asked about that day, "when we burn this dump" to what he would say "do not despair boy and you'll find the best of your dream ", that phrase made me more restless, I would die.
could not explain why he was on his threat, had a more than mere neighbors, M lent me his books and records, while I heard a great lecture, so dazzling that I had no questions. Then I went to my room and later thousands of questions traveled in my head, H was a mysterious type which was not to be trusted, that I felt it in the middle of his speeches had sort of practical examples lurid anecdotes. That time I paid Rayuela told me that he loved the game, no more than the arrival point was not heaven but hell and when I was there with children playing mysteriously disappeared, nobody knew about them, and and the entire Latin American boom and their titles were distorted so creepy with practical examples. I decided therefore to know more of this strange creature. Where it came from, what he did, he ate everything this I became interested in a compulsive way, and each finding always left me unsatisfied.
Sometimes I think I got to know more than you need, never reaching the details, we should be content with a brief narrative curriculum, something which in a few lines to speak of your "where you" , after a brief handbook with your three most remarkable scenes, a couple of crimes that you want to emphasize, at least three distractions and an updated date. Not one line, sorry it is too late.
My suspicions were confirmed, he had been fired from his job of stenographer, Lucia did not want to know more about him, Adriana on a long journey, the titles were not renewed in the local library and your hemorrhoids worse. Tomorrow was a perfect day. I could not sleep that night, the room was burning and poor H was consumed slowly.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
How Does Discharge Before Ovulation Look
Minorta
Then I wake up at dawn, and round the scene a few weeks, today I just tried to start with the story, I can not stand these days and almost nor years since followed instantly remember why I wake: No . 
Then I wake up at dawn, and round the scene a few weeks, today I just tried to start with the story, I can not stand these days and almost nor years since followed instantly remember why I wake: No .
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
White Little Tongue Ulcers
expression Motivation for Evil
- It would be strange that after so long was I who visit, do not you think? It takes years threatening to come, to tear to my comfortable life and to beat one last time this weak heart ...
- Why?
- Hmmm ...
-? When you say "uhmmm" bad ...
- Bad?
- is that you give too many turns to things and say them outright. I'm just the opposite.
Yes, I think a lot of things and then I go and loose. But sometimes, just sometimes, I loose, senseless things, without having previously processed ... and I regret .
Monday, September 21, 2009
Buy Pretty Woman Dress
Florence Frank and dirty mule shadow
not remember where I last saw it, this has nothing to do with the distance, not my memory, are not narcotics, is my life, this last time almost escapes my memory, it took only a few minutes to gray mass that spins my memories, baste a cruel oblivion. I do not remember who expected, probably no, but the first time I saw that first meeting that depth behind that shook my destiny. There
sitting in the gutter, watching the people of my city, not new but the skirts that were beginning to cut back without interest that the two legs were beginning to lengthen, then arrived in a chariot drawn by species a mule as filthy as they are, and there they were, he with his wavy hair and long hair, his bushy beard color a dark leaden, and her golden hair genuine animal that stood on two legs launching a scary growl, and started the feature from a major storm, of course that most pedestrians fled in terror, wondering along with six children watched as the wavy-haired animal was swimming around a beautiful brown bear a few days later not were only children, almost all the people ran the show, the man played the accordion, she danced, sang and I both at the end I had to ask many questions, Florence never answered the most important question, but does that matter, to this point.
Do not blame the beauty of my folly, my weakness always bowed to her, I can say in my defense I was young and a locomotive running through my veins, I sometimes think I could have done but to run away with that company, smell the grass, sweating, fear, lost in paths that I deposited in a sea of \u200b\u200bresponses and after a plunge in question my shortcomings, the other, the other would have been dull routine, may inherit my mother's room and belongings, working in the store are very lucky Casimiro impregnate her daughter less graceful. Being anonymous
oddity was a noble enough for a 63 year ago, when rock and roll was beginning to dawn take my few things and undertake a journey not take long to predict: the reasons, its uncertainty, its landscapes and colors, but I insisted very much in mind and every morning I wondered where they would go or another meeting would be capable of forgetting: all and none. Florence sick shortly after, the shows were never the same, as would make, if I ran away was because at night when I was young I imagined walking through the streets in Florence, Lima, New York, London or any puddle but always engaged Florence manner and most natural way, without strings or muzzles or anything that disturbs its beautiful walk, people imagined as successive waves turned around to admire the beauty of Florence and was extremely happy. Florence as seriously ill and with it came my misfortune, I had to sacrifice shot twice in the head, between nights endless bars and alcohol it took two years to improvise a new number with Paul, the mule filthy, despite his keen aesthetic appreciation nothing would ever be the same.
ended up in these huge cities we could never visit in Florence, Frank could not stand it and one night I asked between tears do likewise inevitable that years ago decided to do with Florence, this time it was just a shot. As you can imagine after so many ups and downs no circumstances grieves me, except one. There are nights I fell asleep in a fight do not find, those nights in the place that was my gypsy existence, Florence and Frank come for me in a chariot at full speed, a float which appears to emanate colorful accordion melodies, comes with breakneck speed and before I realized I appear, it's not me, but dirty mule.
sitting in the gutter, watching the people of my city, not new but the skirts that were beginning to cut back without interest that the two legs were beginning to lengthen, then arrived in a chariot drawn by species a mule as filthy as they are, and there they were, he with his wavy hair and long hair, his bushy beard color a dark leaden, and her golden hair genuine animal that stood on two legs launching a scary growl, and started the feature from a major storm, of course that most pedestrians fled in terror, wondering along with six children watched as the wavy-haired animal was swimming around a beautiful brown bear a few days later not were only children, almost all the people ran the show, the man played the accordion, she danced, sang and I both at the end I had to ask many questions, Florence never answered the most important question, but does that matter, to this point.
Do not blame the beauty of my folly, my weakness always bowed to her, I can say in my defense I was young and a locomotive running through my veins, I sometimes think I could have done but to run away with that company, smell the grass, sweating, fear, lost in paths that I deposited in a sea of \u200b\u200bresponses and after a plunge in question my shortcomings, the other, the other would have been dull routine, may inherit my mother's room and belongings, working in the store are very lucky Casimiro impregnate her daughter less graceful. Being anonymous
oddity was a noble enough for a 63 year ago, when rock and roll was beginning to dawn take my few things and undertake a journey not take long to predict: the reasons, its uncertainty, its landscapes and colors, but I insisted very much in mind and every morning I wondered where they would go or another meeting would be capable of forgetting: all and none. Florence sick shortly after, the shows were never the same, as would make, if I ran away was because at night when I was young I imagined walking through the streets in Florence, Lima, New York, London or any puddle but always engaged Florence manner and most natural way, without strings or muzzles or anything that disturbs its beautiful walk, people imagined as successive waves turned around to admire the beauty of Florence and was extremely happy. Florence as seriously ill and with it came my misfortune, I had to sacrifice shot twice in the head, between nights endless bars and alcohol it took two years to improvise a new number with Paul, the mule filthy, despite his keen aesthetic appreciation nothing would ever be the same.
ended up in these huge cities we could never visit in Florence, Frank could not stand it and one night I asked between tears do likewise inevitable that years ago decided to do with Florence, this time it was just a shot. As you can imagine after so many ups and downs no circumstances grieves me, except one. There are nights I fell asleep in a fight do not find, those nights in the place that was my gypsy existence, Florence and Frank come for me in a chariot at full speed, a float which appears to emanate colorful accordion melodies, comes with breakneck speed and before I realized I appear, it's not me, but dirty mule.
Monday, September 7, 2009
Thursday, September 3, 2009
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Diogenes and delayed
Tuesday August 4, 2009
Madrugada.
She was telling me how wonderful it is now all two days later repeated in an endless monologue the arguments that costs you think.
He clarified once again and in this case for all, that is not here. If someday I was turned down the chance ... this kind of repeated confirmations from each other ... Damn delayed ...
I go out to the terrace, there is ... is the only one that has been provided yet. The beautiful lady of the night ... I think that this will happen for the rest of my life. That's something.
Strange that I have encountered this just a month later. I speak of delayed again and again ... I am not fully aware de las cosas que tengo en las narices. Si aceptase las cosas como son, aunque no me gusten, tal vez no haría tanto el idiota.
Por cierto, nada que ver pero, esta mañana iba pensando en escribir algo por aquí. Se trataba de una crítica más a mí misma… últimamente se ha convertido en costumbre. Así ni es un blog ni nada, la gente suele enseñar cosas divertidas, curiosas, interesantes o los usa como escaparate de su narcisismo. Yo lo uso como vía de escape de cosas que a nadie más tienen por qué importarle, es un poco autodestructivo (¿narcisismo destructivo? chan chan) y lo cierto es que nunca me ha traído nada bueno. No sé por qué me cuesta tanto desprenderme de mi basura…
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
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While you sleep.
Your eyes appear as the first two stars of the night and I sleep through your hair again. I close my eyes and feel your voice in the distance that speaks of the eternity of the universe, how I miss my sleep. Today we only
want is to deepen the cerulean
your eyes on your chest warm, sleep on your lullaby.
I stay with you well, forever, then get into the vastness of the night watching us tonight, which has become the sentinel. 
Your eyes appear as the first two stars of the night and I sleep through your hair again. I close my eyes and feel your voice in the distance that speaks of the eternity of the universe, how I miss my sleep. Today we only
want is to deepen the cerulean
your eyes on your chest warm, sleep on your lullaby.
I stay with you well, forever, then get into the vastness of the night watching us tonight, which has become the sentinel.
Monday, August 31, 2009
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Murderer mia
Far
rest times are the right ones to remember, these are my days of rest. It is true that my appearance would mislead anyone, I have always a kind gesture to the people who approach me, even those who spend a couple of seconds in my eyes, my ways and manners are invited to a perpetual trust, but until recently much was a murderer, it was. This should not be any problem for a murderer, it would simply be a murderer refined education, especially if it is for this new shadow that pretend to be.
is true that most of my life, I lived on tiptoe, went home from work and vice versa thousand times, all without much shock I do not know if I did it knowingly, it was coincidence or maybe genetics, but never called attention beyond what I propose, to some extent controlled every word and my withdrawals were among the most unnoticed, lived in constant silence, a silence that far from uncomfortable, I returned an enormous peace lost.
In those days I also remember that the only thing that might raise suspicions was a comment to a friend from work. We returned by a endless line of lanterns and my shadow was of a different kind to me, suddenly I felt the same shade that was apparent and was thrown to the highway, it caused me considerable concern and then told him that one day soon sensed in most no longer return to work, she replied that she had heard so many times at the beginning, middle, and as now the return of the day, which did not care, because then I told him mine was different because Unlike the typical little phrase made, I had a plan and something more about it.
That night back home and make my first step into it, I had the feeling of entering a tunnel no light at the end and absolutely nothing in between, I never felt so perfect darkness, I took some notes and a barbaric lucidity my plan began to take shape.
The next morning I was not working, I turned on my old radio which time we let it ring Soul-jazz tunes I think it was Don Patterson, but that it was heard, got away, got a coffee bar in the corner, one thirty over the bar, got a call from work I told them I was dead, I do not know if I believe, the truth is that even cried. I left that booth with incredible freedom, I approached the kiosk and took the paper, which at that hour of the morning still smells printing and also to past, greeted a pair of strangers, always with that gesture, they did the same, and so thousands of thoughts passing through my city ended up between the building and the bridge Ricoleto Star Wonders, slowly and with firm papelillo remove the conviction, which I reviewed several times, and began the work highly concentrated. From here you get to see the storm continuing from one planet to another, is more fun than suffering, I say because until very recently I've been there, sometimes I have to deal with a brief shower, without noise or anything objectionable, but believe me is much more pleasant not to have shade and leave that gap is closing with the stealthy passage of time.
is true that most of my life, I lived on tiptoe, went home from work and vice versa thousand times, all without much shock I do not know if I did it knowingly, it was coincidence or maybe genetics, but never called attention beyond what I propose, to some extent controlled every word and my withdrawals were among the most unnoticed, lived in constant silence, a silence that far from uncomfortable, I returned an enormous peace lost.
In those days I also remember that the only thing that might raise suspicions was a comment to a friend from work. We returned by a endless line of lanterns and my shadow was of a different kind to me, suddenly I felt the same shade that was apparent and was thrown to the highway, it caused me considerable concern and then told him that one day soon sensed in most no longer return to work, she replied that she had heard so many times at the beginning, middle, and as now the return of the day, which did not care, because then I told him mine was different because Unlike the typical little phrase made, I had a plan and something more about it.
That night back home and make my first step into it, I had the feeling of entering a tunnel no light at the end and absolutely nothing in between, I never felt so perfect darkness, I took some notes and a barbaric lucidity my plan began to take shape.
The next morning I was not working, I turned on my old radio which time we let it ring Soul-jazz tunes I think it was Don Patterson, but that it was heard, got away, got a coffee bar in the corner, one thirty over the bar, got a call from work I told them I was dead, I do not know if I believe, the truth is that even cried. I left that booth with incredible freedom, I approached the kiosk and took the paper, which at that hour of the morning still smells printing and also to past, greeted a pair of strangers, always with that gesture, they did the same, and so thousands of thoughts passing through my city ended up between the building and the bridge Ricoleto Star Wonders, slowly and with firm papelillo remove the conviction, which I reviewed several times, and began the work highly concentrated. From here you get to see the storm continuing from one planet to another, is more fun than suffering, I say because until very recently I've been there, sometimes I have to deal with a brief shower, without noise or anything objectionable, but believe me is much more pleasant not to have shade and leave that gap is closing with the stealthy passage of time.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
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Tramontana is unleashed on my bay
time, further south one winter night I dreamed, that it freezes your creations dreamlike icebergs around you talking, and let perpetual spring wind realities. Far away, one of those nights cold north wind made its appearance, and woke up with turbulent, until a later, long after he knew of that terrible wind, it's true that explodes against the cliffs from Catalonia and splendor that embedded in my soul. In so engrossed
we collapsed inadvertently by one of those many chasms without falling (yet) to the massive stone and slashing , bizarre skin; enjoying the fresh air slowly descended unknown lap, for that season gait splendid girl, showed the solid mass on my side, the steppe dancing cryptic sometimes clinging to others I lit my wrist between his legs and we sank, we collected pebbles like fireflies gather stars involved in this breath of hell, we fell in turns incessant, sometimes vertical and others upside down, we fell not imagine where or when we stop, covered into oblivion in boisterous north wind and Shingle so we were overwhelmed that regalabamos every inhabitant of the village where we were drawn: seven pebbles, sea glass and a rowdy song.
All this and a thousand attempts to tell, transcribe , say, translating my past ... this until waking up in a spiral bed.
There is something maddeningly attractive untranslatable, lines before was just a crude attempt to silence turns words in traffic. I hope this silence to keep the unspeakable.
When I wake up with his throat repeatedly driven into his chest, I think I want to translate the feeling your nerves, and callus, callus deep and sad rescued me: silence is clear that language itself!, yet nonexistent phone not respond questions with a yes or a no, because these do not allow a monosyllabic word itself is prevented. And I answer in silence than anything else is language but a giant, cacophonous excess of our misunderstanding.
you want to choose between chaos and the ability to name, as if there was a third place to be, believed mistakenly that if no name is something they do not yet exist, but only the attempt to translate, it may be that third option of being in the presence of a word that keeps to herself, in the silence that numb our bodies because we often can not, or translate what we feel. Thinking about the possibility of finding silence comforts me; think about their position, and shares its layers of nothing and therefore think of their movement, they never stop moving because I move with it, think about your voice, think of his shadow, to think that these words betraying my silences are a sort of sweet incomprehensible composition as that of the Tramontana wind that breaks out again in my bay.
time, further south one winter night I dreamed, that it freezes your creations dreamlike icebergs around you talking, and let perpetual spring wind realities. Far away, one of those nights cold north wind made its appearance, and woke up with turbulent, until a later, long after he knew of that terrible wind, it's true that explodes against the cliffs from Catalonia and splendor that embedded in my soul. In so engrossed
we collapsed inadvertently by one of those many chasms without falling (yet) to the massive stone and slashing , bizarre skin; enjoying the fresh air slowly descended unknown lap, for that season gait splendid girl, showed the solid mass on my side, the steppe dancing cryptic sometimes clinging to others I lit my wrist between his legs and we sank, we collected pebbles like fireflies gather stars involved in this breath of hell, we fell in turns incessant, sometimes vertical and others upside down, we fell not imagine where or when we stop, covered into oblivion in boisterous north wind and Shingle so we were overwhelmed that regalabamos every inhabitant of the village where we were drawn: seven pebbles, sea glass and a rowdy song.
All this and a thousand attempts to tell, transcribe , say, translating my past ... this until waking up in a spiral bed.
There is something maddeningly attractive untranslatable, lines before was just a crude attempt to silence turns words in traffic. I hope this silence to keep the unspeakable.
When I wake up with his throat repeatedly driven into his chest, I think I want to translate the feeling your nerves, and callus, callus deep and sad rescued me: silence is clear that language itself!, yet nonexistent phone not respond questions with a yes or a no, because these do not allow a monosyllabic word itself is prevented. And I answer in silence than anything else is language but a giant, cacophonous excess of our misunderstanding.
you want to choose between chaos and the ability to name, as if there was a third place to be, believed mistakenly that if no name is something they do not yet exist, but only the attempt to translate, it may be that third option of being in the presence of a word that keeps to herself, in the silence that numb our bodies because we often can not, or translate what we feel. Thinking about the possibility of finding silence comforts me; think about their position, and shares its layers of nothing and therefore think of their movement, they never stop moving because I move with it, think about your voice, think of his shadow, to think that these words betraying my silences are a sort of sweet incomprehensible composition as that of the Tramontana wind that breaks out again in my bay.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
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And this past perhaps a future
is this mind that numbs me, confuses me like a madman. Follow my steps transverse to drag me into the bowels of a Madrid no appetite, and I still and eat and get tired and fall asleep with the infinite doubt.
back and forth between ancient promises, and met my detachment and can I say ... I'd rather be forever in that imperfect confinement.
III
my trail Who will find this place as they walked through strange aromas heavy objects confusing, a wide bed and a roof over their noses.
I
is this mind that numbs me, confuses me like a madman. Follow my steps transverse to drag me into the bowels of a Madrid no appetite, and I still and eat and get tired and fall asleep with the infinite doubt.
back and forth between ancient promises, and met my detachment and can I say ... I'd rather be forever in that imperfect confinement.
II
not until then, but that different corrala that place is still failing to repair tattered wings and take my future, gives me some peace . And to think any August afternoon, I can still crush your asphalt diverse neighborhood in this walk and a half, so gray and picturesque faces I mix between red, brown and black shades until I get to place a space Lavapies head to body integer.
is when from somewhere in the Paleolithic are launched from the top of that faith loss. You see it everywhere, now you become so, usually in the more distant, that only vast that any woman take a pledge or violet-pink tie, to go to your meeting, and at that distance your eyes gleaning , hasten my pace and the more I get, the more you know, you're not, do not you and I wish, then turn my head to cross in amber, are the next woman who finds this lost look, the mirage that you see even in the TV ads, now dress in shorts and a twisted iron crosses and oxcida your nose, and go after you, even if you are lying, undertake this journey in the opposite direction to the reality of flesh and bone, towards the same deep ... and so intent on until nightfall, and do not distinguish colors, or nose, then it is your voice calling my name and tangled like a whirlwind trip and dreams. Your voice calls, a thousand voices that entangle and then in the past and future, and you sure that you're gone.
III
my trail Who will find this place as they walked through strange aromas heavy objects confusing, a wide bed and a roof over their noses.
I do here but get lost in a sigh infinite
I do here but perhaps fulfill a mandate from hell, perhaps divine, I do here
if I have to go ...
IV
You know, I'm James Dean or a poet, not a political scientist , or perhaps a sad bastard scribbler of a blog.
You know, I'm James Dean or a poet, not a political scientist , or perhaps a sad bastard scribbler of a blog.
If I am, I am sure that you wake up tangled hair hurrying to get to an appointment completed;
if I tell you I'm an awkward silence that accompanies your soul florida;
if I am of course I'm a talker pretend themes unlearned;
if I swear I am the complete disaster, persistent dull manuals and can not become entangled with appliances, but above
all I am that little tiny body you looking hurried, with respect even for a moment, that part of the name as yours immensity.
V
And perhaps never saw your world, I read that story or recounting a deep surf, I heard your infinite but I'm still dreaming that your bank and find a word that might never hear.
And perhaps never saw your world, I read that story or recounting a deep surf, I heard your infinite but I'm still dreaming that your bank and find a word that might never hear.
Monday, June 15, 2009
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The abandonment of the Muses
nights ago that the Muses have brought
their veils, or dresses
his harp is no longer seen in the distance
or their melodious voices
limited to silence every night
While in vain,
take my pencil and paper and I hope
with open Fauser
get a ripe, juicy fruit, wanting to get their songs
deified.
The peer wishing
hope its fine white skin ajar
infinite darkness of the vault at night.
Oh, dear Muses
their faces and songs
wrap and rise night and indomitable
irascible
where
resists sleep like a colt which has never been mounted
. Oh dear muses
Why was absent
and leave me in the rest of my life
without rudder or compass or astrolabe. Exhale
his last breath perfumed
cover my body with his eyes
at least, to die in the hot wing
of his divine inspiration. 
nights ago that the Muses have brought
their veils, or dresses
his harp is no longer seen in the distance
or their melodious voices
limited to silence every night
While in vain,
take my pencil and paper and I hope
with open Fauser
get a ripe, juicy fruit, wanting to get their songs
deified.
The peer wishing
hope its fine white skin ajar
infinite darkness of the vault at night.
Oh, dear Muses
their faces and songs
wrap and rise night and indomitable
irascible
where
resists sleep like a colt which has never been mounted
. Oh dear muses
Why was absent
and leave me in the rest of my life
without rudder or compass or astrolabe. Exhale
his last breath perfumed
cover my body with his eyes
at least, to die in the hot wing
of his divine inspiration.
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