Wednesday, June 20, 2007

How To Sew-in A Fringe Weave



I like the sound of the word Cali. Yesterday
walking down the streets I saw giant cats near a river, and open eyes in the trees. For the first time, I received a compliment on the street told by a woman. An old woman sitting on the floor, I said "nice skirt, and that has" eyes smiling tooth loss being an accomplice by his companion, literally, from floor. Colombia
is marked for me by the songs of my childhood. Every place reminds me of one, and several Cali. Pachanguero Cali, heard very little on the busy streets of San Martín de Porres, who somehow have a neighborhood life in a spirit similar to that meeting here and that are also characterized by a love of cachanga, such as business Pance riverside, which is sold in abundance, golden brown and crispy brown girls with plastic beads in her hair wet on the pole and small tits.
"The Cali are like flowers" is my favorite. I always liked the comparison "they move their hips as cañaveraaales" and I liked to imagine Cali women walking down the sidewalk, moving smoothly, with the sun burning, and these days my friends while in Lima use three sweaters, I here, I'm in sayonara eating strawberries with meringue and mango with salt and lemon, cease to be, of course, a Lima to look closely to their local counterparts, trying to discover if in the simple elegance giving hot climates, is the answer to whether it is true the phrase that strikes me about the song: "they never delivered his love, if not correspondiiidas.
Cali is Cali, the rest is a joke. A few days to prove it, but seeing girls combing her wet hair by the river and people dancing salsa while buying fruit sold in the market, when they hear a song to step in any street or while waiting to advance the traffic is a good indication that, at least in terms of synchronizing feet with hands on waist, yes.

Monday, June 11, 2007

Wedding Quatations In Kannada

Algodones Cali dream girl and a kiss is not Peru

between cuchumil reasons why I love to travel, there are the emails I receive. My dad usually gets particularly warm, nostalgic and appropriate. Some friends display an amazing style and affection, almost shown only on those occasions at a distance, as manifested by gestures or other actions in the shared everyday.

copied and pasted a piece of mail received favorite on this trip:

"recently'm in search of the good things about winter. the faithful mepersigue q is the kiss of mosa. imaginaciónxq highly encouraged me while I eat I feel the discretoingenio captivated by its combination of ingredients , a charming combination. half bitter chocolate (well it's cold xq crispy) wrapped in fluffy meringue unabola. I get a little sad tb, x q is the industrial malaporvechamiento this charm. do not you think of all forms q could do while lomuerdes? flowers, butterflies, hearts, (now x today these campanasdeberían be the snack of all weddings now ...). if rosadopor dentro above would be one thing and in a few years ...... more .... phosphorescent! (you already in Japan ...) to eat on nights of naughty passion, or fear of halloween ... fijate q that I had not ocurridoantes! (What color) and see your mail and I q 'tontaa, elalgodón is like candy, and nobody qerrría if white. and there qcubrirlo chocolate! q entusiasmoo! can you? plagade wine and the temptations of winter. "

Wednesday, May 30, 2007

What Can U Do For Your Eyes If You Have Iritis

Laura

One of the things that is impacting me in Medellin, is the relationship almost immediately for most people between Peru and Laura Bozzo, almost as if they were synonyms. Now I fall note that while glued to my chair and looked reveía Seinfeld in Colombia viewers who enjoyed the antenna "Perúbólica" as they call it, would fill his imagination of the unforgettable scenes that counsel gave.
few days ago, when I went to meet The Jíkara art space in the neighborhood of Castile, had a dialogue with a sales impact of salchipapas and "sardines" that accompanied it, receiving one of the weirdest compliments ever I've heard. A boy, about 15 years, after learning that he was Peruvian, he said: "I thought that Peru had no pretty girls, excuse me, but you're the first I see." He added, "believed they were all as coming out in Laura. " The saleswoman, who was kind, cheerful and even used my body to show how to dance reggaeton in Medellín (pretty much like in Lima, of course, so you can imagine the hilarity of the situation), I had to check mathematical proofs veritas that if all Peruvians were no donkeys, as she concluded after seeing the program repeatedly.
And a new friend, artist from Bogotá, we wondered if it was true that people in Peru was spent living and fighting in broods all day, showing that the accomplice of the dictatorship distorted not only foreign ideas about the way we communicate if also transformed the activity of the brood into something ominous and frightening, completely away from its character as meeting and fellowship space, and indeed self-management related to the economic integration of migrants in the capital.
Another prejudice is widespread acceptance as truth of the goodness of Peruvian food, which many call here "the best in the world", even without having tried. And Miguel commented that it seemed odd that, since then wondered if people thought that all this wonderful food was made in SANGUCHEROS carts, as the legacy of Laura in America could suggest.