Yesterday I was lucky enough to spend an afternoon in the street Miró Quesada (Callao, a few blocks from the market) to witness Tego Calderón's visit to his neighborhood of Lima cocky.
Surrounded by images of Tupac, The Perfect Melody, the misunderstood and the queen of sugar (courtesy of Callao Cartel, who are also immortalized on the walls and who managed the highly anticipated visit), the villagers formed a mob powerful, well-armed of camcorders, cameras and phones, commanded respect as an authentic flavor barra brava.
overwhelming being probably the most sappy of fans at that time, I tried to break through between his arms tattooed, children with enviable and fat mulletts noritas haired cockroach to get these exclusive images.
One pole of the boys was paid to stir it when you go up on their shoulders, and he did, smiling and small (special charm dwarfs have idols) without ever taking off the sunglasses. He then returned to the van, which took three laps to the block trying to mislead the crowd that was still running. Sayonara, slippers and branded shoes hit the floor chasing at full speed, but Tego not turned down and prevented the scandal was given a tour of the barracks of Callao Cartel as agreed.
Inside, he felt the tension of disappointed hip hoppers, handing out bracelets for the backstage arguing with friends and gulped loudly as grilled chicken Dona Ana María distributed to those present. The despised chalacos breast salad and the accused, while repeating that "he does not eat, did not invite him again." So I swallowed my vegetarianism bamba to avoid being wrong with the host, although it had dined. Think a thousand times, finally asked if I could leave a little and not only was not overwhelming, but it was accompanied by "men do not like skinny," I put it on my site, and again, to end quietly.
Inside, I heard an improvisation between Pedromo and Ticha (?), Coming from Chile to play in the concert, and knew the art of a boy who spent the whole morning doing this to give her doll Tego.
That afternoon he won the night, where the order of the factors altered the results and expertise in medical visit enemy of guasibiri contrasted with the quasi-evangelical show Tito el Bambino, that, seasoned by Peruvian flags planned gigigantes on screen alternating with the words "Natural Flow" vibrate at high speed were able to steal powers up to Jeni, an event never before seen and which is even as a tip to their arch enemies if they ever have.
Apparently, Tito el Bambino is able to override even the most powerful of our heroines and discourage Alan, who is convinced that the baby face of Indian descent is another of the subjects of Chibolín in its mission to finish brainwash us convulse while that of Japanese children exposed to Pikachu. The clubs
breaks were not sufficient to recover the bodies, and fraud and would not wiggle with abandon as he had been expected. PUMS Pum disappointed we left in search of other dances, but the damage was done and the Unborn bambina had long-lasting effect.
I'm finally with the expression of this baby chalaca, which has not yet decided to change the dress Ok suckers for Radio and frowns as the enthusiastic mom take a picture with the phone next to the mural of beloved Puerto Rican, which Now, we must both.
