Redneck Christmas Decorations

last night in the city.

poetry finds its expression in any place, especially if it is Valparaiso.

Photo: Calle Papudo (almost at Pasaje Gálvez) , Cerro Concepción, Valparaiso.

Redneck Christmas Decorations

last night in the city.

poetry finds its expression in any place, especially if it is Valparaiso.

Photo: Calle Papudo (almost at Pasaje Gálvez) , Cerro Concepción, Valparaiso.

Curved Red Lines Sony Tv

(moments of intense mental strain) were true

All I could think about is sleep.

Close your eyes and escape from this world for a moment:

create animated fantasy fairies, gods, mythologies parallel

throwing birds and human fire can fly.

Worlds where I can change many times as desired,

be one, be another, again to be another every time I come up.

Forget the 'real' world for the duration of the break,

nothing there, just silence ...

and created a parallel world to my liking.

Curved Red Lines Sony Tv

(moments of intense mental strain) were true

All I could think about is sleep.

Close your eyes and escape from this world for a moment:

create animated fantasy fairies, gods, mythologies parallel

throwing birds and human fire can fly.

Worlds where I can change many times as desired,

be one, be another, again to be another every time I come up.

Forget the 'real' world for the duration of the break,

nothing there, just silence ...

and created a parallel world to my liking.

How Do I Mastrabate ?

Fire in the air and darkness in height,

all wisdom is

ashes with a bang on the glass: science

shattered and nothing you say is true, all lies. Sealed

stitched mouths and eyes,

Invunche born in silence and do not realize,

a powerful demon that rushes over the heads

and light fires in the magnanimous smart.

Nothing is true, everything he says is a lie

and even if true, who would believe me?

Because between hide smiles and blandishments lies, fights no arguments

looking superiority.

Nobody is perfect and no one will be.

discord abounds in those eyes, just disbelief,

the tongues of fire consume the false science

of white angels sing in heaven

and in a blink of an eye, dropped with his dagger.

And nothing I say is true,

who perhaps would believe me?

is easy to be light in the darkness

and very difficult to be warm in the light of noon.

Light "is one that turns the planet or it burns?

How Do I Mastrabate ?

Fire in the air and darkness in height,

all wisdom is

ashes with a bang on the glass: science

shattered and nothing you say is true, all lies. Sealed

stitched mouths and eyes,

Invunche born in silence and do not realize,

a powerful demon that rushes over the heads

and light fires in the magnanimous smart.

Nothing is true, everything he says is a lie

and even if true, who would believe me?

Because between hide smiles and blandishments lies, fights no arguments

looking superiority.

Nobody is perfect and no one will be.

discord abounds in those eyes, just disbelief,

the tongues of fire consume the false science

of white angels sing in heaven

and in a blink of an eye, dropped with his dagger.

And nothing I say is true,

who perhaps would believe me?

is easy to be light in the darkness

and very difficult to be warm in the light of noon.

Light "is one that turns the planet or it burns?

What Does The Nazi Symbol Resemble

Although

The golden statue has become opaque

and rivers of water are transformed into droplets that fall on the source,

a drizzle, a simple and seamless spray

in that fountain overflowed youth.

Dried flowers, throwing his

Baudelaire Flowers of Evil

and threatening storm clouds,

becomes entangled in the silence of the past,

all confused, utterly incomprehensible:

a sea of \u200b\u200bdoubt constant awakening insomnia

sleeping with open eyes and no rest.

To feel that just

nights and days of hell are not final.

Rewind ...

... Silver and rivers become frozen,

winter and the sun does not heat.

Winter and lovely cold overwhelms me.

I want rain, I

water to clean the polluted streets silence late-night, contaminated

distrust.

Rain to clean up the doubts,

to return to the source to water once golden. Rain

to make way for a starry night in

not want to sleep.

What Does The Nazi Symbol Resemble

Although

The golden statue has become opaque

and rivers of water are transformed into droplets that fall on the source,

a drizzle, a simple and seamless spray

in that fountain overflowed youth.

Dried flowers, throwing his

Baudelaire Flowers of Evil

and threatening storm clouds,

becomes entangled in the silence of the past,

all confused, utterly incomprehensible:

a sea of \u200b\u200bdoubt constant awakening insomnia

sleeping with open eyes and no rest.

To feel that just

nights and days of hell are not final.

Rewind ...

... Silver and rivers become frozen,

winter and the sun does not heat.

Winter and lovely cold overwhelms me.

I want rain, I

water to clean the polluted streets silence late-night, contaminated

distrust.

Rain to clean up the doubts,

to return to the source to water once golden. Rain

to make way for a starry night in

not want to sleep.

Fatal System Error C00021a Windows Xp

Rewind Monday 25 April.

Make a class without having prepared anything and realize that when you've already begun to develop, you can forget everything and that 80% of what you're saying is wrong. Doubt whether you really are doing the right thing and, incidentally, find a window high enough to jump into the void. Drink lots and lots of water and feel like eating all day, even if your lunch has been strong (keep drinking water like crazy while typing this.) Wanting to disappear for a second and hate a particular person because his insanity beyond the degree of endurance. Yell at God for being so bad vibes tired of seeing you and send you a full micro in which you can not sit or sleep, but then you fall back to good when someone gets out and is available a seat and then sleep happy.

Watch the beautiful sunset at sea and the colors that are in heaven. Close your eyes, drink more water, eating toast. Have wanted to scream, hit something, hug (and see that you're away) and do not know what the hell to do to control this disorder in the head. I do not have chocolate because I ate it yesterday, suddenly. Be completely distraught over not knowing if I am able to do well, what the hell am I doing here I do not know.

Collapse. I want to be an artist, writer, painter, actor, musician, sculptor, photographer, filmmaker ... whatever.

Fatal System Error C00021a Windows Xp

Rewind Monday 25 April.

Make a class without having prepared anything and realize that when you've already begun to develop, you can forget everything and that 80% of what you're saying is wrong. Doubt whether you really are doing the right thing and, incidentally, find a window high enough to jump into the void. Drink lots and lots of water and feel like eating all day, even if your lunch has been strong (keep drinking water like crazy while typing this.) Wanting to disappear for a second and hate a particular person because his insanity beyond the degree of endurance. Yell at God for being so bad vibes tired of seeing you and send you a full micro in which you can not sit or sleep, but then you fall back to good when someone gets out and is available a seat and then sleep happy.

Watch the beautiful sunset at sea and the colors that are in heaven. Close your eyes, drink more water, eating toast. Have wanted to scream, hit something, hug (and see that you're away) and do not know what the hell to do to control this disorder in the head. I do not have chocolate because I ate it yesterday, suddenly. Be completely distraught over not knowing if I am able to do well, what the hell am I doing here I do not know.

Collapse. I want to be an artist, writer, painter, actor, musician, sculptor, photographer, filmmaker ... whatever.

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08. The thief urban Reflections

- Caesar, you're crazy!

air screamed not caring that it looked strange passerby during his bumpy road back home, knowing that could be hiding anywhere Caesar with a knife he had stolen. Feared for his life and felt his heart beat fast. Each time he felt the footsteps of someone coming to him, it was inevitable turn and verify that indeed, they were not following his footsteps. That sense of paranoia was unbearable, but in this case, it was necessary to react in the best way to the contingencies that had been presented recently. Yes, that was the knife that had been looking for and for which, a few weeks ago, Camil had asked. The sky was gray, as usual had no Albacete image without gray sky and all his memories took him back to a plain dark and winter cold, waiting for the rain. Now the storm was about to begin and, finally, was something he detested.

saw a shadow go running to his side. It was Caesar, who ran barefoot through the Avenue of Spain, knife in hand, smiling.

- Hey, Andrew. Reach out.

- Caesar, wait!

- Well, come and get me.

- Shit He cried in anguish.

Caesar's footsteps were marked on the cement from one moment to another, had lost its texture. He felt his feet began to sink as if it were mud and all passers disappeared in an instant. The city again was silent and there was no way to stop the strange events which had witnessed, for more than scream, just received the echo of his voice, which, at best, rattled the window of one of the nearby buildings. The shadow of a woman came to the balcony and, from above, looking at him with a smile, while transient pants began to soak up the color of cement each time it melted faster.

- Poor boy laughed. Has been the victim of his own spells.

Andrew watched the woman from the floor in which was stuck to the ankles, without understanding a word of what this woman had said. Without wasting time, continued scrolling through the cement, moving as quickly as possible to reach the corner of the park, where Caesar was playing with the knife, throwing it in the back passers who walked neglected, without noticing their presence.

- Stop doing that, Caesar. You're crazy!

- Have not you noticed, Andrew? They do not see that I exist. Will I see you alone. Would be another of your fantasies?

- Do not move.

when they reached the corner, was drenched in sweat. He leaned against the wall of a building to rest, while Caesar laughed with the knife, threatening to throw against him at any time. Only then he realized that the cement of the sidewalk of the Avenue of Spain was in complete order, as if no one had walked there. Andrew found his pants and saw that they were completely clean, as if they were using for first time after being washed. On the balcony were the same woman, watching him with a phone in hand. Was afraid they were calling the police or someone, and had noticed that he had thought crazy.

- Who is crazy, Andrew? You should care about yourself. Do not you realize what you do.

- Who are you to come give me sermons?

- The voice of conscience of your actions, my friend, Caesar laughed, taking the knife edge, with restless eyes of Andrew.

- Stop doing that at once!

- Why? I told you I'm a ghost, "Cesar continued laughing.

- What do you want?

- What do you think ...

Caesar ran back toward the park. Andrew crossed the street quickly, without realizing that a car coming down the road. Reacted only with the huge horn of the car managed to stop in time, should hear the curses of the driver in this regard. His friend ran fast enough to go at his pace, so that in just a moment, saw the gleam of the knife that was already on the tip of the park. He was very agitated, but I knew I had to run and try to capture Caesar before he could commit some folly. Would it be a good option to call the police? He took the phone from his pocket, but found that, strangely, was not covered, so had no choice but to go after the thief's knife.

Inside the Park looked like a microcosm Abelardo foreign Ahumada Albacete: the green of the trees still calling although attention was not the first time I visited. It was inevitable recall some walks in the rain, trying to shelter under trees, so obviously futile. The interior of the enclosure was covered in white, as if snowed all day. Andrew looked at his back: the rest of the city was covered with clouds, but no snow. He looked back into the park and began walking on the snow, which was pressing on as she walked on, leaving their footprints.

- Caesar please, finish your game.

felt the movement of the leaves of a tree. He looked skyward and saw a shadow disappear. He went to the branch and found that someone had stepped on. He walked slowly and gave a bare footprint with a small spot of blood on the floor. Surely, Caesar would have realized that he did know of that foot injury that despite the passage of time, refused to heal completely and, from time to time, returned to bleed. Followed the tracks and found himself hit with Caesar, shivering, clutching the knife. He walked slowly to give a hand, but reacted violently against him, attacking him with the gun.

- Get away from here, Cesar. I've had enough.

- I will not leave you here and in these conditions. In addition, you have my knife and want it back.

- Now you want it back? For I seen not let you have imported into my house a week ago.

- I have not stopped, you stole it.

- I see you still do not fall due. Bad, Andres, very bad. It may be late when you realize everything. You'd better stop.

Andrés heard footsteps approaching and turned to see: there was nobody. When he looked back to Caesar, this was no longer place.

- Caesar, come here!

- No, Andrew, please. I have not done anything.

- Come here, I said.

- Andrew, no-cry of Cesar, oddly, was pleading. A sharp and painful cry from someone who was suffering.

was perplexed and felt his blood run cold. Then came to his senses: Caesar's, and would be heading to his apartment, waiting for the right moment to attack. It was the only explanation for the disappearance of the knife after that party that he could not remember much. Yes, Caesar was the robber's knife and now had gone mad. Why not answer telephone calls and wanted to install an atmosphere of mystery around his alleged disappearance. Why had not wanted open the door, so the rotting food as if it had been in the house. So they look untidy, as if his body was decomposing. It was all an invention! And now should already be waiting in the hall of his apartment, knife in hand, perhaps threatening Camil.

- Camil! "He suddenly remembered and pulled out his phone. Shit, Camil, answer!

The phone was recovered signal, for his good fortune, however, marked several times to be referred to voice mail. He kicked the ground to express their rage and ran towards the park towards normality in the city. Then found that the park was not covered with snow as he had seen at first nor had bloody footprints: the only existing prints they had left were marked their shoes when entering.

entered your building running and waited for the arrival of the elevator, which was only 1 floor above. When the elevator came down and opened his door, he found it was broken glass and stained with blood. Quickly entered and dialed your plant, feeling the blood clung to time stepping. Held her breath, seeing a huge blood stain moving toward him. He closed his eyes: it was all in your head, I was going crazy. Surely, opening the door, find that everything was in perfect order, as when he had left. Nothing bad was happening and, perhaps, Caesar was right to talk about his constant paranoia.

When he opened the door, held her breath and noted that everything was in order. He closed the door shaking hands. The idea of \u200b\u200bbeing face to face with Caesar was something I was terrified, knowing I could happen.

- Camil ", are you?

His voice was choked by fear. He stepped forward and held his breath. In his mind whirling images of the body of Camil being torn apart, slowly, the robber's knife. I was afraid to meet the body pieces scattered around the room, with Caesar waiting to do the same.

- Camil!

entered the room and saw that everything was in order as he had left when leaving. For several days that was met with Camil, but had to be there. Suddenly heard footsteps coming down the aisle.

- What's the matter, man?

- 're here, "a sigh of relief.

- Sure, man. Coming.

Andrew stood near the television, his back to the hallway. Suddenly heard footsteps approaching him. Not enough to turn around the moment when, suddenly, he fell to his knees, everything went black. Heard in the distance, a smile that looked familiar.

- Again, Andrew, has been victim of your own follies. The real question is if it ever coming to fall again.

How Does A Gmc Yukon 2001 Inside

08. The thief urban Reflections

- Caesar, you're crazy!

air screamed not caring that it looked strange passerby during his bumpy road back home, knowing that could be hiding anywhere Caesar with a knife he had stolen. Feared for his life and felt his heart beat fast. Each time he felt the footsteps of someone coming to him, it was inevitable turn and verify that indeed, they were not following his footsteps. That sense of paranoia was unbearable, but in this case, it was necessary to react in the best way to the contingencies that had been presented recently. Yes, that was the knife that had been looking for and for which, a few weeks ago, Camil had asked. The sky was gray, as usual had no Albacete image without gray sky and all his memories took him back to a plain dark and winter cold, waiting for the rain. Now the storm was about to begin and, finally, was something he detested.

saw a shadow go running to his side. It was Caesar, who ran barefoot through the Avenue of Spain, knife in hand, smiling.

- Hey, Andrew. Reach out.

- Caesar, wait!

- Well, come and get me.

- Shit He cried in anguish.

Caesar's footsteps were marked on the cement from one moment to another, had lost its texture. He felt his feet began to sink as if it were mud and all passers disappeared in an instant. The city again was silent and there was no way to stop the strange events which had witnessed, for more than scream, just received the echo of his voice, which, at best, rattled the window of one of the nearby buildings. The shadow of a woman came to the balcony and, from above, looking at him with a smile, while transient pants began to soak up the color of cement each time it melted faster.

- Poor boy laughed. Has been the victim of his own spells.

Andrew watched the woman from the floor in which was stuck to the ankles, without understanding a word of what this woman had said. Without wasting time, continued scrolling through the cement, moving as quickly as possible to reach the corner of the park, where Caesar was playing with the knife, throwing it in the back passers who walked neglected, without noticing their presence.

- Stop doing that, Caesar. You're crazy!

- Have not you noticed, Andrew? They do not see that I exist. Will I see you alone. Would be another of your fantasies?

- Do not move.

when they reached the corner, was drenched in sweat. He leaned against the wall of a building to rest, while Caesar laughed with the knife, threatening to throw against him at any time. Only then he realized that the cement of the sidewalk of the Avenue of Spain was in complete order, as if no one had walked there. Andrew found his pants and saw that they were completely clean, as if they were using for first time after being washed. On the balcony were the same woman, watching him with a phone in hand. Was afraid they were calling the police or someone, and had noticed that he had thought crazy.

- Who is crazy, Andrew? You should care about yourself. Do not you realize what you do.

- Who are you to come give me sermons?

- The voice of conscience of your actions, my friend, Caesar laughed, taking the knife edge, with restless eyes of Andrew.

- Stop doing that at once!

- Why? I told you I'm a ghost, "Cesar continued laughing.

- What do you want?

- What do you think ...

Caesar ran back toward the park. Andrew crossed the street quickly, without realizing that a car coming down the road. Reacted only with the huge horn of the car managed to stop in time, should hear the curses of the driver in this regard. His friend ran fast enough to go at his pace, so that in just a moment, saw the gleam of the knife that was already on the tip of the park. He was very agitated, but I knew I had to run and try to capture Caesar before he could commit some folly. Would it be a good option to call the police? He took the phone from his pocket, but found that, strangely, was not covered, so had no choice but to go after the thief's knife.

Inside the Park looked like a microcosm Abelardo foreign Ahumada Albacete: the green of the trees still calling although attention was not the first time I visited. It was inevitable recall some walks in the rain, trying to shelter under trees, so obviously futile. The interior of the enclosure was covered in white, as if snowed all day. Andrew looked at his back: the rest of the city was covered with clouds, but no snow. He looked back into the park and began walking on the snow, which was pressing on as she walked on, leaving their footprints.

- Caesar please, finish your game.

felt the movement of the leaves of a tree. He looked skyward and saw a shadow disappear. He went to the branch and found that someone had stepped on. He walked slowly and gave a bare footprint with a small spot of blood on the floor. Surely, Caesar would have realized that he did know of that foot injury that despite the passage of time, refused to heal completely and, from time to time, returned to bleed. Followed the tracks and found himself hit with Caesar, shivering, clutching the knife. He walked slowly to give a hand, but reacted violently against him, attacking him with the gun.

- Get away from here, Cesar. I've had enough.

- I will not leave you here and in these conditions. In addition, you have my knife and want it back.

- Now you want it back? For I seen not let you have imported into my house a week ago.

- I have not stopped, you stole it.

- I see you still do not fall due. Bad, Andres, very bad. It may be late when you realize everything. You'd better stop.

Andrés heard footsteps approaching and turned to see: there was nobody. When he looked back to Caesar, this was no longer place.

- Caesar, come here!

- No, Andrew, please. I have not done anything.

- Come here, I said.

- Andrew, no-cry of Cesar, oddly, was pleading. A sharp and painful cry from someone who was suffering.

was perplexed and felt his blood run cold. Then came to his senses: Caesar's, and would be heading to his apartment, waiting for the right moment to attack. It was the only explanation for the disappearance of the knife after that party that he could not remember much. Yes, Caesar was the robber's knife and now had gone mad. Why not answer telephone calls and wanted to install an atmosphere of mystery around his alleged disappearance. Why had not wanted open the door, so the rotting food as if it had been in the house. So they look untidy, as if his body was decomposing. It was all an invention! And now should already be waiting in the hall of his apartment, knife in hand, perhaps threatening Camil.

- Camil! "He suddenly remembered and pulled out his phone. Shit, Camil, answer!

The phone was recovered signal, for his good fortune, however, marked several times to be referred to voice mail. He kicked the ground to express their rage and ran towards the park towards normality in the city. Then found that the park was not covered with snow as he had seen at first nor had bloody footprints: the only existing prints they had left were marked their shoes when entering.

entered your building running and waited for the arrival of the elevator, which was only 1 floor above. When the elevator came down and opened his door, he found it was broken glass and stained with blood. Quickly entered and dialed your plant, feeling the blood clung to time stepping. Held her breath, seeing a huge blood stain moving toward him. He closed his eyes: it was all in your head, I was going crazy. Surely, opening the door, find that everything was in perfect order, as when he had left. Nothing bad was happening and, perhaps, Caesar was right to talk about his constant paranoia.

When he opened the door, held her breath and noted that everything was in order. He closed the door shaking hands. The idea of \u200b\u200bbeing face to face with Caesar was something I was terrified, knowing I could happen.

- Camil ", are you?

His voice was choked by fear. He stepped forward and held his breath. In his mind whirling images of the body of Camil being torn apart, slowly, the robber's knife. I was afraid to meet the body pieces scattered around the room, with Caesar waiting to do the same.

- Camil!

entered the room and saw that everything was in order as he had left when leaving. For several days that was met with Camil, but had to be there. Suddenly heard footsteps coming down the aisle.

- What's the matter, man?

- 're here, "a sigh of relief.

- Sure, man. Coming.

Andrew stood near the television, his back to the hallway. Suddenly heard footsteps approaching him. Not enough to turn around the moment when, suddenly, he fell to his knees, everything went black. Heard in the distance, a smile that looked familiar.

- Again, Andrew, has been victim of your own follies. The real question is if it ever coming to fall again.

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knife.

Photo: Avenida Alemania, Cerro Alegre, Valparaiso.

Taking An Oxycodone Before

knife.

Photo: Avenida Alemania, Cerro Alegre, Valparaiso.

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Back to the top. Rain is falling

As if out of principle,

as if the evening out right now:

like Valparaiso lights on every time so decided.

So, just by wishful thinking,

just to dream it, order it to heaven.

Back to the top, start again.

Stars in the sky, sunsets strange.

Everything.

As if the beginning, as if for the first time. Everything

again, to kiss for the first time ...

and feel again the fear of not knowing what to do,

anxiety about what might happen next.

DNR that moment over and over again,

all over again,

as if for the first time.

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Back to the top. Rain is falling

As if out of principle,

as if the evening out right now:

like Valparaiso lights on every time so decided.

So, just by wishful thinking,

just to dream it, order it to heaven.

Back to the top, start again.

Stars in the sky, sunsets strange.

Everything.

As if the beginning, as if for the first time. Everything

again, to kiss for the first time ...

and feel again the fear of not knowing what to do,

anxiety about what might happen next.

DNR that moment over and over again,

all over again,

as if for the first time.

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Once Again. Breathing

Outside It rains and I'm looking to the window: Are

raindrops falling from the sky.

Maybe they're giving me new life,

maybe they're saying good bye.

Nobody loves rain like me.

Some people hears the sound of the water on their heads. 

Everything seems to be new after the rain is falling into the city.

I need some change: fresh air. 

I need some words, new stories to talk about.

I'm leaving the word at this momento, just for a second,

because I want to feel new. 

New life, new choices, new word. 

Also new food if I need it. 

Water's falling on my face.

The water's falling into the city,

rain's cleaning my mind.

Winter's turning everything dark and this is what I want now:

see the darkness and later see the light. 

Come and sleep into the rain, when it keeps falling. 

It keeps falling, can't you feel it?

Let's go barefoot into the sand of the beach,

let's swim on murder waves. 

Look at the sea, it's moving on.

Look at the sky: rain is falling once again.

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Once Again. Breathing

Outside It rains and I'm looking to the window: Are

raindrops falling from the sky.

Maybe they're giving me new life,

maybe they're saying good bye.

Nobody loves rain like me.

Some people hears the sound of the water on their heads. 

Everything seems to be new after the rain is falling into the city.

I need some change: fresh air. 

I need some words, new stories to talk about.

I'm leaving the word at this momento, just for a second,

because I want to feel new. 

New life, new choices, new word. 

Also new food if I need it. 

Water's falling on my face.

The water's falling into the city,

rain's cleaning my mind.

Winter's turning everything dark and this is what I want now:

see the darkness and later see the light. 

Come and sleep into the rain, when it keeps falling. 

It keeps falling, can't you feel it?

Let's go barefoot into the sand of the beach,

let's swim on murder waves. 

Look at the sea, it's moving on.

Look at the sky: rain is falling once again.

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.

is dipped again and again, left to breathe from time to time. It was an almost electric shock seemed to vibrate and passed through magnetic waves. Everything began to move and, still in place, and it seemed useless to remove the head to breathe again, the platform was very high, and entered the train at full speed on his body tied to the rails.

Women In Garter Belt And Girdles

.

is dipped again and again, left to breathe from time to time. It was an almost electric shock seemed to vibrate and passed through magnetic waves. Everything began to move and, still in place, and it seemed useless to remove the head to breathe again, the platform was very high, and entered the train at full speed on his body tied to the rails.

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One night I said goodbye.

was a night I said goodbye, that the darkness lasted over 14 hours and summer, in a brief moment, it became winter. I closed my eyes and let my wings fly to your destination: the ocean view from above see the waves of a dark and sinister foreign Atlantic once again. It was an evening when, suddenly, I saw before me the life that had happened so recently. I saw everything in a second, perhaps less than a second when the door closed and everything disappeared.

But at night while I sleep, I'm there again. Again I'm walking where ancient alleys must have spent so many stories. Each night a new place every night a new mystery. From Valencia to Toledo, Albacete to Venice, Barcelona to Lisbon and the road is a path without borders, where passerby wandering almost without realizing it.

Could it be that a body takes place and walk? "It might be a ghost to visit you and cause you regret? It can be like an echo of experience returning, recurring, do not forget.

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One night I said goodbye.

was a night I said goodbye, that the darkness lasted over 14 hours and summer, in a brief moment, it became winter. I closed my eyes and let my wings fly to your destination: the ocean view from above see the waves of a dark and sinister foreign Atlantic once again. It was an evening when, suddenly, I saw before me the life that had happened so recently. I saw everything in a second, perhaps less than a second when the door closed and everything disappeared.

But at night while I sleep, I'm there again. Again I'm walking where ancient alleys must have spent so many stories. Each night a new place every night a new mystery. From Valencia to Toledo, Albacete to Venice, Barcelona to Lisbon and the road is a path without borders, where passerby wandering almost without realizing it.

Could it be that a body takes place and walk? "It might be a ghost to visit you and cause you regret? It can be like an echo of experience returning, recurring, do not forget.

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Summary - Summer 2011 March 2011

March 2011! The tribe grows! !
picked the second class of Instructor
Nomad Tribal Style!

Summary and photographic journey ...

March 6th - Tribe Baires :-)

... 1st year, learning the essence
Generation T (snacks) ... Welcome

girls! :-)

... 2nd year and the long-awaited reunion ...

... naturalness above all ...

2nd year -
teaching workshop (or as Silvi "life is a bricolage")
Tribe Baires
Thanks for all the love and joy
give me (and provide) every month ...
learn a lot from you every day. I love them.


12 and March 13 - Bariloche South

Tribe girls in 1st
Welcome! Girls
2nd, are you more! I love them
classroom, at tea
and our inevitable appointment with the rest of Mexico.

... moments of reflection ...

March 15 Bs As
Jessenia Studio Class monthly

Vero Thanks for opening your Studio
and thanks to all for being so warm and so cute :-)


March 20 - Salta
NOA Tribe Welcome!
Thanks for all the battery and energy with
who joined this great national tribe Generation T
it! :-)

26 and March 27 - Current

Welcome to the new members of the tribe
northeast beautiful tribe! Thanks to the girls
2nd, and always paddle to
forward and all the guests that always accompany the Hafla.
is always fun to be with you :-)


THANK EACH AND EVERY
OVER ONE YEAR DANCE AND CHEER
GOOD VIBRATIONS!

Kate Playground Images

Summary - Summer 2011 March 2011

March 2011! The tribe grows! !
picked the second class of Instructor
Nomad Tribal Style!

Summary and photographic journey ...

March 6th - Tribe Baires :-)

... 1st year, learning the essence
Generation T (snacks) ... Welcome

girls! :-)

... 2nd year and the long-awaited reunion ...

... naturalness above all ...

2nd year -
teaching workshop (or as Silvi "life is a bricolage")
Tribe Baires
Thanks for all the love and joy
give me (and provide) every month ...
learn a lot from you every day. I love them.


12 and March 13 - Bariloche South

Tribe girls in 1st
Welcome! Girls
2nd, are you more! I love them
classroom, at tea
and our inevitable appointment with the rest of Mexico.

... moments of reflection ...

March 15 Bs As
Jessenia Studio Class monthly

Vero Thanks for opening your Studio
and thanks to all for being so warm and so cute :-)


March 20 - Salta
NOA Tribe Welcome!
Thanks for all the battery and energy with
who joined this great national tribe Generation T
it! :-)

26 and March 27 - Current

Welcome to the new members of the tribe
northeast beautiful tribe! Thanks to the girls
2nd, and always paddle to
forward and all the guests that always accompany the Hafla.
is always fun to be with you :-)


THANK EACH AND EVERY
OVER ONE YEAR DANCE AND CHEER
GOOD VIBRATIONS!

Gloryhole Locations Pa

Final of the I Olympiad

The process of the I Olympiad has come to an end. Long has been the road and striking the effort to achieve all that we have come to fruition. The events held on Friday at the Faculty of Philosophy and Letters, UAM and Saturday in San Isidro IES perfectly fulfilled the planned objectives.

On Friday, after the opening of the final protocol of the I Olympiad Philosophical Madrid, Jorge Pérez of Tudela attracted the attention of 200 students and teachers of high school that filled the room completely acts with its evocative reflections about personal identity. After intermission, students from two institutes discussed with rigor and intensity of the proposed item, also making many people were present to join the debate on interventions that lasted until 13:30. After a buffet in the lobby of the Faculty of Arts, four groups of students visited various facilities of the Campus of Cantoblanco .

final on Saturday started at 9:30 in the library of IES San Isidro. The 20 finalists had to answer the question posed by the Organising Committee : "Can you meet someone better than you know yourself?". While doing the exercise, about 30 teachers held a meeting to assess the I Olympiad. The general opinion was very positive and it was clear the commitment to continue the next school year, expanding the committee organizing and creating a stable work group. The minutes of the meeting will be sent to everyone who participated in the I Olympiad.
Over the year, began the lecture by José Antonio Marina debate was followed with great interest by the more than 100 people who were in the hall. At 13:00 came the awaited moment: Miguel Salmeron, professor in the Department of Philosophy at the UAM , Who participated in the correction of the presentations of the finalists, presided over the ceremony of the awards, which were also César Sáenz , director of IUCE , Francisca Hernandez and Elisa Favaro , the SEPFI , and José Antonio Marina who had shown interest in participating in the awards. The event was something more thrilling because the exercises selected for the first three awards had been given a pseudonym, so first read the ID and then the name of the person. Began with the third prize and ended with the first prize. Y named the winner, had to read in public the work he had written in the final. There were three good jobs that cost choice because the overall level of 20 finalists was quite good.

The names of the winners of the I Olympiad Philosophical Madrid are: First prize

(Anna Karenina ): Ariana Ortúzar Pasalodos . Senara College.

Second prize (Darian ): Miguel Angel Parra Van Rysselberghe . IES Cervantes.

Third Prize ( Petit Couchon ): David Tejada González , IES Severo Ochoa

Here are presented the prizes to the first three and all the finalists, as well as diplomas participation for teachers and centers and institutes.

A beautiful ceremony in a beautiful setting, which was an excellent one I snap Olympics has left us all a pleasant memory. In coming days

publish a selection of photos and videos made during the final. In addition, by summer we will have published work all finalists.

Congratulations to all who participated, especially to students, both the finalists and those who did not reach the final. Without their participation not have been possible that I Olympiad.

Gloryhole Locations Pa

Final of the I Olympiad

The process of the I Olympiad has come to an end. Long has been the road and striking the effort to achieve all that we have come to fruition. The events held on Friday at the Faculty of Philosophy and Letters, UAM and Saturday in San Isidro IES perfectly fulfilled the planned objectives.

On Friday, after the opening of the final protocol of the I Olympiad Philosophical Madrid, Jorge Pérez of Tudela attracted the attention of 200 students and teachers of high school that filled the room completely acts with its evocative reflections about personal identity. After intermission, students from two institutes discussed with rigor and intensity of the proposed item, also making many people were present to join the debate on interventions that lasted until 13:30. After a buffet in the lobby of the Faculty of Arts, four groups of students visited various facilities of the Campus of Cantoblanco .

final on Saturday started at 9:30 in the library of IES San Isidro. The 20 finalists had to answer the question posed by the Organising Committee : "Can you meet someone better than you know yourself?". While doing the exercise, about 30 teachers held a meeting to assess the I Olympiad. The general opinion was very positive and it was clear the commitment to continue the next school year, expanding the committee organizing and creating a stable work group. The minutes of the meeting will be sent to everyone who participated in the I Olympiad.
Over the year, began the lecture by José Antonio Marina debate was followed with great interest by the more than 100 people who were in the hall. At 13:00 came the awaited moment: Miguel Salmeron, professor in the Department of Philosophy at the UAM , Who participated in the correction of the presentations of the finalists, presided over the ceremony of the awards, which were also César Sáenz , director of IUCE , Francisca Hernandez and Elisa Favaro , the SEPFI , and José Antonio Marina who had shown interest in participating in the awards. The event was something more thrilling because the exercises selected for the first three awards had been given a pseudonym, so first read the ID and then the name of the person. Began with the third prize and ended with the first prize. Y named the winner, had to read in public the work he had written in the final. There were three good jobs that cost choice because the overall level of 20 finalists was quite good.

The names of the winners of the I Olympiad Philosophical Madrid are: First prize

(Anna Karenina ): Ariana Ortúzar Pasalodos . Senara College.

Second prize (Darian ): Miguel Angel Parra Van Rysselberghe . IES Cervantes.

Third Prize ( Petit Couchon ): David Tejada González , IES Severo Ochoa

Here are presented the prizes to the first three and all the finalists, as well as diplomas participation for teachers and centers and institutes.

A beautiful ceremony in a beautiful setting, which was an excellent one I snap Olympics has left us all a pleasant memory. In coming days

publish a selection of photos and videos made during the final. In addition, by summer we will have published work all finalists.

Congratulations to all who participated, especially to students, both the finalists and those who did not reach the final. Without their participation not have been possible that I Olympiad.