Monday, January 29, 2007

Juniors Interview Attire

live and die every day

Update site I sucked a lot of the little time I have, and then between
appointments, crap,
programs and movies and music coming ... In short, the blog is the last place the past
,
say that every once in a while 'ex-dividend does not hurt.
This period is strange, because I feel like the rubber band that draws me. The
fucking wheel turns, even if
(experience shows) do not know where. But it is on, and that is enough. So I feel like
"
when the air that goes around your lungs pluck," and I needed it. Therefore, it is
nice to see smiles, hear
crap, heard the news and people asking me, see and imagine
new horizons in the country,
back to watch the stars and the moon at night, is surrounded by the sea of \u200b\u200blights and
vessels.
In silence.
With a damn cold.
It is also a bit 'film to be in front of a tombstone with tears
away thousands and thousands of kilometers, with
just want to go for a walk in the streets in the country, and
a coffee, chat with a
cousin, who was not seen for ten years. Ask him how it goes. And where are
finished her hair.
's different now hear the ambulances go by.
It 's different now, read the newspaper and see how many people die, you kill in
car, a knife for slaughtering
of bullshit.
's different now, sitting in the kitchen talking with a friend who has returned from a few months
single, and
is lonely.
's different outlook on life, after a tunnel.
The eyes should be a bit 'reaccustom, it all seems a bit' strange, not
different.
But understand that is not life more than before.
change the past, the present course, but also the future.
Watching children takes on a melancholy tone, and strong hope.
Even if they are pain in the ass.
Although we all have pain in the ass. Hasta
the Huege, hermanos!
(Hey! Malados And Senderos? We have to start over ...) _________________________________________________________________


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