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Bouquet!

The other day at the wedding of Claudia and Gallahad grabbed the bouquet!
The girls were huddled watching Claudia throw back and a guy grabs almost over my head. I decided to take it as me because he could not allow a man to be the recipient, but probably in reality, my loving side of teen movies and scenes of Mexican telenovelas saved from my childhood memories were a strange impulse came over me and make me snatch the boy, then maybe it would give his girl. Do not even remember who it was, suddenly the power of the roses in my hands and then in my pictures.
The Nana shouted that it was impossible that I would have caught, it was the least likely and only married me to give citizenship to any who asked etranjero. I replied that it had taken to show that this was false and that by not marrying me, nobody else would henceforth, laughing "Muahahahaha"! But
then I thought it was okay for some to marry, as Claudia and Gallahad they looked happy and were almost mourn excitement to Anita and Harry and me, but my emotions dealt with the laughter that caused me hate that Paulo had the habit of wanting "peace" to neighbors in the masses. The bouquet is in our room, but begins to fade. Today we continue talking on Friday and load thanatic Gabriel commented that he could not help but feel this kind of celebrations and was still making fun of you use the word "wedding", he said, as we only do on Televisa. Then he pronounced the word "sexual" and the sea and wet grabbed our stuff.

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's favorites Brazil: Rio

With the belly stirred for lunch today (ceviche, the barrel pork ribs, salad, beans, 3 pils and a glass emerald), which requires me moments of rest, finally gave me a while to start organizing photos. Not all my family wants to see the 900 I took, so I had to summarize and behold, the summary of the summary:

This poster I was surprised by the degree of accuracy. I decided to count my steps to reach the works, but I got distracted looking at walls and clicking ...

The rich acai, the best way to start one morning and fill you with energy to squeeze unfamiliar streets. My favorite was the Central Station, at a kiosk of old men with grumpy face you put guarana syrup and sliced \u200b\u200bbanana, while Salgados and juice served to patrons in a hurry. Besides the love emanating from blended fruits bright faces that seemed to ex-prisoners (as if that might be a type, but in the end!), Enriching its flavor and consistency have discovered the single, when I almost felt my knowledge local the neighborhood and the price, half of it, that was the one who took it for the first time. Another poster surprising, that probably beats them all. I never saw that hot dog. "A liberdade COMECA na lingua." That powerful phrase.

Powder Blue River, or Uruguaiana station. Between poles that read "the ugly choking" or "emergency break glass" (with corresponding camisinha to always be prepared), wigs appeared as intrusive neon.

A nicely decorated brothel. This picture almost makes me suffer the confiscation of my beloved camera by a burly guard who left in, denouncing me by phone. My ability to gesture, my face Persus innocence and the international language of the will to stay alive let me get away with, although man followed me several blocks through the labyrinthine streets of Saara market. As vice never come alone, by the house of a local Raw Gostosas had filled pimballs, where my friends have forgotten me for a while. Realizing that taking a photo, the boy landed cute, lip improvising competition. My legs, victims of mosquitoes and falls for trying to innovate in exotic dancing under the influence of alcohol. At least that I heard people say that I saved ... After her every day in all metro stations, I could not detach this expression of the carnival, or Brazil. Best.

Among tourists posing arm abiertos, y los que tenían que contorsionarse echados en el suelo para conseguir el ángulo ideal desde donde retratar a los émulos del Cristo, tomé divertida mi versión minimal. Créanme! estuve ahí. Si un arrebato de cordura no me salvaba de la tentación con peinado afro, hacía millonario a este vendedor de tesoros en Lapa. Ramones, Grace Jones, Nina Hagen, The Clash me sacaban cachita desde la vereda donde eran exhibidos. El varón, claro, sabía lo que tenía ahí, y yo, lo que tenía en los bolsillos.

Un teléfono que impactó a mis amigos. Las muchachas en las fotos se parecían bastante entre sí y curiosamente también a las que salen en las fotos que promocionan similar work in Peru, but the streets are much more variety, fortunately. Do not believe a girl never called Isabely or one with a black star in the middle of the bunda. Two enthusiastic ladies near the Lapa arches. Can not remember when I took this picture, I guess that was the night of his wounds. I love off the camera and find photos that I forgot to have taken. Look at the hangover cure. Ipanema. I wanted to copy the color of this child and almost made it, just needed a few more days. White bread and blue skies. How exciting to get to a place that became famous for a song. At first I did not like those swimsuits, shorts and tight, but I easily conquered. Although apparently not my friends, because I could not convince imposing fashion Lima. My favorite on the samba parade. This school had the theme "human evolution" and began with a troupe of insects and amphibians ... through the Renaissance and the future represented by the robots, evolution ended with the float of the Superheroes, of course. The world will be of Superwomen and supermen, while the lyrics of the song that accompanied the parade never said anything about Nietzsche.

A girl very expressive in Copacabana. Lived up to his suit I Dream of Jeannie, giving me a master of funk carioca lessons by the sea. I deluded, imaginba I then ask me some money. New look!
I did not get to work, but I walked a lot. A thrift store stopped me, inviting me to plunge into its avalanche of shoes 4 real, where the owner, big blond was unable to find the complete pairs.