Luis says: a guy 45 years Luis says: They are looking
Luis says: was a crime of passion
I started this blog by the impression made me Tarnation long ago. I've left abandoned, but occasionally some things make me want to return to the post. Almost always cause for celebration. Today is the death of Coco. And they are not wanted, it is pure reaction, instinct, is rare and strong as the grief that has given me. When I met him I was a little surprised its apparent dryness. I was heartened to see that we had several things in common as we talked and so did not care He seems very lorna with questions that made him for my fanzine. That distance from the speaker was natural for someone who had proved more important to find and defend the intimate space of hope and gentleness in society, with which he was so unhappy. How cruel that this space has been violated in this way. Luis is right, he is very quiet now. Luckily Heaven lyrics invade it gently.
4 pages of the interview I did for 2 girls, early last year he came and made us dance ...
a save as you can never get things done, maybe all we ever return to the beginning or just arrive at solutions that never contemplated or wanted, but Due to the needs fall into the simple and plain THEREFORE it falling in my case "regress" to blogger, my space once used the msn. I now use this medium to do what ever I started high school, I do this both for the nostalgic connotations if not for the need to publish ideas, work, etc.. much bother me to use these things as a simple daily for atleast as far as I'm concerned, what a person does in their daily lives I do not care but dig out some aspects of their lives are quite interesting, but where it falls in telling a anecgota and comes to the morbid?, it seems rather similar to what happens in shows and magazines such of things, maybe just apparent that his life is intense enough to let everybody know it, all do I think that your life is not enough.
but this is not the case of the first inning, only to say that devido new burdens in my life may only publish videos on my you tube account. besides that this format is more pleasing to me because I am not limited to 10 min. 59 s. to which I have subjected you tube, this way I like it even more horrible than to prove my but since spelling. I think they doit to 19 years of refusing to improve even know that I have to, I can not always satisfy everyone by that which every head is different and not all equal Penza all, this blog will not be limited to criticism and reflection, I'll give an example of what more or less into before entering the world of Loquendo and do not worry, this blog is just an alternative, you may also upload PostCast but I'm not sure, everything tends to be hambiguo many savemos times and not what fate may bring, do not pretend to fame with my humble blog. only give a personal view of the world and if you want to take it into account and coined as ideology is a very personal decición you. Greetings!
Today I came home at dawn bike after drinking, after a long time, as before. As owner of the track I felt, was mine so expertly that even answered a couple of text messages on the phone with his right hand while his left hand held my crooked wheel. And I wanted to post something after a long time, despite the amount of posteables mental lists of things I've done in these months, especially despite this article as straw my sister sent me yesterday. was really agree on everything, but suffered because unlike the author, yet I maintain my ability to read long texts in books, but not in the network. I never really enjoyed reading from the screen, unless extended things, and follow this article from beginning to end cost me. But it was worth to be consistent and reach the last line of my corner of my eye while praying for the bar to the side of the screen down more quickly. And then John told me to send this link with this other , perhaps even better than the first because of the brevity and the inclusion of some autobiographical emotion which as you know, I can rarely resist. In recent years I have regained my habit of reading, largely ignored (Which he openly take responsibility for the arts faculty of the Catholic) and the material side of the matter is inseparable for me the pleasure of the action and the assimilation of what is read: from the smell of the paper to highlight and annotate the sides of the paragraphs that connect with ideas that haunt my head when I choose a particular book. Order books or photocopies of texts according to the relationships that I make between them is much more attractive than accumulating addresses in the "favorites", which almost never come back. But delirium following the article in question and because bicycling along the waterfront in the early morning made me want to write this blog without really knowing about what. remember that last week I write something about Los Gatos de Lima Damn, after seeing them for the first time in concert. I liked that the singer is a girl who did not appear at first impression would then have the attitude on stage: total nonchalance to push his fellow guitarist in one pogo fun and rub against the floor, but especially when dealing to sing with their cardboard box with holes placed in the head. Took it off and put back while playing a mixture of Surfing bird with Demolition, tatatatayayayaaaa instead of saying "we are the gagagagagatoooos" with those who earned my unconditional. With that and other powerful simple song, a sort of cry for independence of rage brief chanting something like "tonight I will well and you will not." The drummer was fat and big. Bassist skinny and tall, straight out of a fanzine eighties cartoon with bandana on his neck and epiléctica energy than needed to convince when it plays "punk plagiarism." So a bit of many musicians came to my head as I heard, including Daddy Yankee for its fun cover of Break break break break it down (how we did not notice before the hidden meaning of the lyrics of punk boricua?) hidden in the vibration crampsiana took the gig in general for me. not remember other things on my list of chosen to revive the blog with great fanfare, but to end this little improvisation, would clarify that the rule of cycling after the rich blonde, and the degree of pleasure had not been the same without the The musical accompaniment trojan reggae sisters, and the lulling voice of Susan Cadogan in the headphones. But I have not sleep yet, break the dream state when I left Jamaica to fall into the clutches of addiction that I caught my sister a few days ago, the powerful Dinky Smash. Even I am surprised to have fallen in this way, I passed that way since Mario World.
