Monday, July 16, 2007

Milena Velba Nadine Jansen Milking Tits















Colombians surprised me with such a direct and literal way of writing your ads. Quite practical, you could eat in "Chewing" and two more stores there, I dragged them out the photos for identity cards in "Carnetizando." In Bogotá lunch menu bad enough in "eat something" and Medellin left my clothes in the laundry "Lava they" (There have to imagine the paisa accent the "because" unfortunately still do not know well to imitate.)

My favorites: "Aerofresas", a store of strawberries was a visual explosion at the airport (strong candidate to be the name of the band that someday I will), and "Back and feelings" (which may steal it for future title fanzine, best possible). Also notable is the lineup of Miss Ellen, I had never been so exposed to someone's sentimental reasons for a sale. The "virtual neckwear" so far is a puzzle to me, and I'm sure the owner of "The power of the purse" is a truly visionary businessman. Unfortunately I did not try the "Arepas smart" perhaps gave super powers to his followers and did not get to photograph the "Gifted Arepas, which had no wider lens if not generous bust, were somewhat disturbing.

Funeral Signature Book What Is It For?

2 Minutes Colombian Doris Salcedo ...

years pass and I'm still having fun at concerts than 2 minutes. I still enjoy seeing dance to children, the Santiagos singing and I wonder what will stain the gray the fly and where to buy those pants that are so pretty tight as it should.
Some phrases heard on Saturday at the Huara:

- Why women are so fucking?

(girl in the bathroom, her friend)

- You can catch me I am who you think when you get to scare the hiccups.

(Response of girl who asked if he could take a picture)

- Are you media?, "Oh, no, just full fan?

(Response boy who asked him the same thing)

- I do not like the pictures, but you if you like, huh, babe?

(Boy with his girlfriend, then ask them both if he could shoot. They posed arm in arm, he smiled, she did not.)

Sunday, July 8, 2007

Free Buggie Frame Plans

Y



intervention was conducted with 24 thousand candles on the day before Progress in Bolivar same square as a symbol of mourning inviting all walkers participate in the collective effort meant to keep them lit. It was nice and exciting to participate, because it generated interesting conversations with and among local, as well as being stimulating the ability to always resolve Doris powerful ideas with exemplary economy of means, while they returned to candles as a symbol duration heat and hope, to the surprise of skeptics like me ...
Detailed information on the blog of Miguel

Licentiesleutel Avs4you

farewell to Colombia ... Avena

Our last day in Colombia coincided with the peace march and the demands to return bodies of the murdered. Convened by civil society and then by President Uribe, in a move opotunista and mean that demoralized our friends who wanted to participate, the march was massive and paralyzed the city at 12:00 am, when the cars started speakers play as was agreed and the streets were filled with balloons, paper and white shirts.
The office of the newspaper El Tiempo, located in the middle corner of the Bogotazo, dressed for the occasion. Spontaneous
placard placed in the window of our favorite bookstore, the Lerner.



Sticker stuck in traffic lights. While the state universities Uribe anti expressions abound, the recent budget cut problem while running the opposition demonstrations were almost nonexistent, making it seem that people feel comfortable with the way they took advantage of the situation. Although there were enough people agree (plentiful signs that demanded the government to "stand firm"), young opponents with whom we spoke were so "sucked" all, who preferred to be excluded from the discussion and march in place express a position on an attitude that reminded the government that we inherited fujimontesinista. days before arriving in Bogota, we find that the Plaza Bolivar was inundated with letters from children prints made for the hostages: And just before we left, I recorded this message at the airport of El Dorado, in a forbidding guardian neglect of such records: