Friday, March 25, 2011

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One year blog! Porno

just one year ago today I opened the blog and wrote the first, a brief introduction with no topic set, and neither appears in the categories.
I decided that if I had a blog, it would seem to me : With lights and shadows, strengths and weaknesses, successes and failures, with an inevitable attraction toward the transcendent (the divine, the end of the day) and other inherent to the earthly, passionate, instinctive (worldly). Like medicine, it seems to us quasi sometimes miraculous, if it comes on TV that a child of 5 years have transplanted most of the digestive tract, and sometimes so lacking and primitive, to learn that another child has died from improper medication dosage.

guess that's why, here are entries for the art and science, and others that have my experiences in the world furtive sex.

When talking about many different subjects, one of the many advantages is that the divine and the mundane has been more mixed visitors.
I close the year with 77,210 visits (Do not listen to snitch, I installed weeks later). Right now, there are usually around 700 + / - 100 daily. The country that I visit is Spain, with 66%, but still leaving a third are from abroad, led by Mexico and Argentina . As a curiosity, to say that this blog has been read from Vietnam, UAE, Estonia, Belarus, Japan, India, Hungary, South Korea, Slovenia and Iran among others.
How could have imagined that some would come into the blog ... from PS3, the PSP or iPod ?
latest references are my two texts have been quoted in full in two for posts, which pleased me a lot. And if you type in Google "I d", the second most searched for is the name of this blog.

However, the changes that have perpetrated this blog in my life come from visitors hand : Whenever has set up a debate in an article , the supporters, those who trolls, the invaluable day out the cooperation of Microbiology with the link and got my class at close range , all at once, most of them say anything but nice, thus leaving clear the idiosyncrasies of 3; the day entered Torbe and sent me an e -mail.
For those who do not know yet, the essence of this blog is that write what I please . The truth is that I would like to thank some people individually that are outstanding. think that is all they are, but not all are , so damages the hint all ... Thanks.

- Those who met him in person thanks to the blog : Torbe , a person with the best humor I've seen, and the unique qip, a stalker of the movies that come out played by Anthony Hopkins, the terror of the girls at bus stops, and I have known who recently entered the web of my right to find out when I have exams.

- with whom I'd like to get drunk and do things that are justified only with alcohol Liz Tea, Client X and Asturian , that number of words already written on this blog more than me.

- Others who dominate here: Ithuriel Lilith and that every time they speak, plant law.

A kiss to all and I hope we board a long time.

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Images With Curtains To Color

Gun and knife

Quique González was first told me about it. In fact I could see as "chasing him" in a bookstore to find him Raval. Ranedo the teacher talking about him (as he did) on the route over to convince me. Two very different personalities but they know what they say when you read it could not be wrong. Now a few days ago I finished with him, with their few hundred pages that are read at lightning speed. And yes. Gun and Knife Montero Glez is a fucking masterpiece. One of those immortal books that is capable of achieving that end Ranedo namesake clicking Camarón. Do yourself a favor, read things like this:

"catch the alphabet of gesture and calligraphy made him. It was the mimicry of one who knows that silence is the note longer, which should only be shortened at the sound of something important."


Sonando: Paper Airplane of Alison Krauss & Union State

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Reflections

7:00 a.m.
"I get up or not? The same question every day. Do not think, just do. Action. Action. Think things most often leads you to do nothing. Get carried away, but not current.


7:15 a.m. I get to the park. Few people walking, let alone running. Warm-up exercise. I start walking. Mild temperate early-morning burst in my face. I only think about not thinking, that my footsteps guide the despair of my soul, 28 years back, my back to carry the cross of remoteness and lack chosen.



7:30 I am
list. All is calm. Has reached more people, but not see them. The music in my ears, calling me to start another day. Run. Run. And I run. The anguish with each talonazo melts into the ground. I shake the dust abysmal. I interpret. I reinvented with each breath. Exhale grudges, I aspire opportunities. Challenges. I feel alive.



8:00 a.m. departure time. Time home. A warm bath redesign my muscle structure. Sliding on my skin anxiety. And it goes down the drain, which he left. The soft feel of my lips on hers. And one day he paints will be better.