Friday, April 28, 2006

Losing White Discharge

Change ... and short.


Death. Thirteenth tarot arcana. Meaning: However, something cut. Leave the past behind. Sudden change, for better or for worse.


Interestingly, this letter is not literal, does not mean that you will die in thirteen days or anything like that.

say that psychologists say that people lie more by phone or in person than in writing. However, a psychopath created by Andreu Martín (crime writer and psychologist) argued that the most effective way of lying was writing. So the writers lie or tell the truth? In the movie V for Vendetta (I can only half comics for reading ^ ^), the Wachowskis say an artist lies to tell the truth and a politician to hide .

I still I have not very clear why I write, and until I find out I do not want to continue on this path. Keep writing itself, but for me ... I do not know if I want to be a professional writer. I do not know.

I started writing almost without realizing it, and I do not remember why, in a Word 95, which then became 98 when I fell in love for the forums. With Internet (yes, yes, with the Shift mayest that as Juan Manuel de Prada will we reserved only to God, xD a very good article) I found that not was so rare, that many people my age had similar literary tastes, and I was leaving the juvenile novels Periscope to expand horizons with the rains of recommendations that I fell for those readers. It's been a couple of years (I think) and grow. Some I like them, some badly, but most still have my respect.

Then came the fashion blogs, which looks set to stay here for a while. Well, now that I think what I write, with the fashions never know nowadays. Only time tells what fashions change the world and what not.

I got hooked to the blog of Ozymandias, as long as a day of things in technology, and some of his colleagues. They talked about the things they liked and disliked, the geeks Meetups unforgettable night of paranoia that entertain but then reread what you've written and die of shame, but do not want to correct you do not lose authenticity.

And at some point between March and April of last year I made this blog. Black background to highlight the white letters on the computer screen, simple, functional design. "It is not only beat us" in honor of my Captain Alatriste and Perez-Reverte (father and daughter), authors of the book and my new release in the fencing. The subtitle is somewhat cumbersome, so I thought at the time.

another site I had to write.

And, gentlemen, I will close it.

has served me for fun, play, laugh or blush, and share critical praise with other bloggistas living in different parts of the country. But I find no compelling reason to keep writing here. I am also very paranoid, Oo and I always wonder what would happen if a hacker who does not like what I say here are my ID and more things and spoil my computer or put cameras in my house y. .. good, that I just wrote is bullshit, but you see, I can not develop their imagination and be logical and rational 24 hours.

So if you want to write lies to tell a truth (ie, novel), I have the Word. And if I want to keep a diary of my life (this blog because I can not call every day), I'll buy a nice book in stationery and write nonsense without shame tooodas later, without correcting anything, because I know that no one will read ... at least, and if I can help, until I'm dead.

To those who you answer: thanks for your messages. And before you answer this, I pray, no dramatics. ^ ^ Uu No "Oooooh, but penaaaaa," because I do not feel no pain:-p if not, close it. Those who
do not answer but they walk by here from time to time: twice thanks.
When you enter the spam messages that came before it put the word verification: I appreciate you, man, but you deserve a real job.

What else I can say at this farewell?


So long and good night.

Sunday, April 23, 2006

Miléna Velba Et Nadine Jansen

The cover boy

did not know his name, nor needed.

had just left the bags in the cabin and said goodbye to my friends, who were testing the resistance of the bunks, to give me a ride and explore the ship. I took a book and my mp3 and if found a quiet place to read.

After seeing several fellow travelers and provide a lot of laps, walked around the four bridge deck watching the waves breaking against the ship's hull and the wind gave me in the face with such force that did not stop surprising me.

The snack-bar tables were nearly empty except for a few Italian cocks little girls at one end, two teachers in another and him.

I think it was the saddest young person I've ever seen. That's what attracted me to him since the first time I saw him.

was at the far end of the bar and people sitting in a chair with headphones on discman ears and playing a guitar. And how he played ...
Knowing that I could keep hands in pockets standing there, I sat at two tables of it, distance does not take sufficiently respectful of privacy and to listen ... but to no avail, because then came five turkeys Madrid and sat at the table that stood between the boy and I, hanging out and looking at me brazenly. Bother me much, but gave no proof. He did not flinch, and I keep wondering if those idiots also annoy or if he was so absorbed that they do not pay attention.

foot climbed into the chair next door and I read some time with your music background. The melodies ratified my theory of deep sadness. When the turkeys were tired, they left and I hardly noticed it (and no, I must admit, what I was reading in the book, I was rereading the same page over and over again).

He was very focused, and frowning in the more complicated compositions. Bored of the book and haunted by his brilliant interpretation Polly, I took pen and paper and I started drawing. This was a habit she had acquired when I was bored in class, which put me to portray a fellow of interesting features ... not handsome, but rare.

is the best way to study the traits of someone, reproducing yourself.

The boy had dark eyes, but I could not see much more because they looked the guitar constantly. The nose, median. The chin was accurate, brief but noticeable: character. Something pointy eyebrows, dark unkempt hair that covered half of his left ear, tanned skin. Thin lips and elongated ... ah, the feature easier, because he never moved. Musician's hands, of course, elegant and long. He wore a red hooded jacket and jeans Quicksilver.

do not know how long it was before he got up and left, but had less light. I waited a few minutes before back to my cabin.

At night I saw him glancing dinner in the dining room a woman with dyed blonde hair seemed to be her mother, apparently a normal person. His face remained unchanged.

not see him again until the next morning. I sat listening to my mp3, boring, same chair where I had sat the previous evening, when he appeared out of nowhere and sat in the front seat he found, on the other side of the pool. I froze. Should I go over and introduce myself? What could I say?

"Hello, are you the guy on the guitar? You play well, man." But what I wanted know was why he was always so sad.

I watched a couple of times, but I had my defense funky sunglasses. I got to climb the stairs to the terrace and so have an excuse to pass by your side ... but did not dare to introduce myself. Above the cold wind cleared my head and down again ... I dared not speak a second time.

Later, looking for my friends, I saw him in the living room of blue sofas, playing his guitar, with his mother and two girls (17 and 12 years appeared more or less) that seemed to her sisters. I got the feeling that little more attention made him the most or the mother, who would better relationship with her ... but only thought so because he was expressionless.

was not going to talk in front of his family, if it was hard to talk when alone. I sat a while, I read, I left. Upon returning, I sat with some friends and one of them, a rare and special girl there ever told me that if I had noticed the guy with the guitar. Then he said he had heard his mother call ... were Italian and his name was Marco.

What would have happened if he had spoken? Had he kept quiet at me blankly, he would face would have laughed or not understand a word of what he said in English? It would have been a good story to remember. And I took it, a coward.

What he thought when he saw me? "Come on, if the aunt who sat here yesterday," or perhaps "Another leading headphones, I like him." Or for that matter to imagine thoughts of others: "I wish to approach this aunt talk so weird, maybe we have things in common," I am attracted by its lively and cheerful look ...".

I never saw him speak or smile. And the sadness was etched in every movement, every feature, in their eyes.

Funny how it all began in an Italian port ...

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Nadine Jansen Bra Potos



Does everyone have it?

say yes, only the foolhardy believe they have no fear, they ignore it, and that brings problems to the final. They say that if you confront your fears are brave, and if you flee from him, a coward.

Fear can be used as a weapon, and is the most powerful and damaging. Like a disease that comes from within and without symptoms, can not detect ... or will not, because it makes you think why you, and that is very unpleasant. Yann Martel wrote

Chapter 59 of Life of Pi dedicated to fear, full of metaphors and similes very significant ... I do not know if there will be right about something, but worth reading. Actually

conquer fear is very fast, difficult and expensive, because you have to question you stuff yourself, but not impossible. In fact, it takes less than a second, almost instantly, in defeat.

How? Well, each person has his theory, but I always see in and around me the same thing: the fear is due when you recognize. It is a subtlety in your head that makes the difference before and after.

But that classify people between cowardly, brave and reckless in the manner they have to deal with the fear ... What is it? Clichés, nothing more. The Gypsy dominate the film, in novels and brave cowards in real life. But a person can not be classified in one of these three status and remain so throughout life, I think. Circumstances, situations that will bring you live your attitude to a problem, a fear.

We want to be brave and kill the evil dragon, like our fictional superheroes, but most of us flinch and we stay still if the problem is not ours and some few daring do something crazy without thinking about the consequences of their actions.

Be afraid ... have ... like an object or a person, something palpable. Well it is not.

Fear is an irrational state in which we sink when we have a problem. It would take a different name for each way to deal with fear in every person, because, gentlemen, dealing with fear is to face our own heads, our inner dragons, the black abyss that we all in some part of our soul, our head or our consciousness.

The contradiction is part of our human condition.

Who recognizes his evil? Who denies accepting them or resigned? Who can beat yourself and move on? Who is brave?

Thursday, April 13, 2006

Best Way To Paint Metal Clothes Poles

Breeding fear ravens, My Chemical Romance

The CreaJoven of Murcia is an art competition dedicated to young people between 16 and 23 years that offers attractive prizes for work in theater, film, literature (prose and poetry), painting, comics, photography, food and who knows what else.

This year, that I have 16, will participate in film (I'm the writer of a short that we will do my high school ^ ^), comic book (I do the script and a friend does the drawing) and literature ( that I'll think of something ...).

These three pages of comics I put here are from the cartoon "Flora Rostrobruno, Jesus Galvan, who won the award last year. Just click to enlarge and read it.




More news about my life:
"I stopped biting my nails and watched amazed how they grow so round and matched. O_o How odd that so little hands do not look my trucker.
"I've done an earring in his left ear. It hurt for a day. But it is beautiful!
"My sister and my mother have teamed up to cut my hair ... Failure to yield! > ___ <

What could have eight days I spent in Italy with the school? For power, yes, but no win. Anyway, we know that the trips are all the same wherever you go.

Saturday, March 25, 2006

4x4 Welded Wire Fencing

Rostrobruno


dressed in black and sing to death, but love life, no doubt.

have a very original style bohemian rocker, sometimes shooting heavies, sometimes sounding more rock-pop music and, more rarely, sing gothic rock. Gothic as they have is their image (see the video for Helena , which has a staging and beautiful aesthetics at the height of the song).

discovered this group by an image of the Internet: the gif with a photo of the singer (originally thought it was a girl, because it has features were very gracious and had painted eyes ... this picture is the end right) alternating with the image of a black dancer ... placed next to "My Chemical Romance - Helena." I downloaded the video, thinking it was the singer Helena My Chemical Romance song title. ^ ^ But no!

Now I have the discography, a folder of images that I offer my favorite, band history and biography of each component. Heh, but I will not let loose here the roll, I have it too messy and only confuse you. Simply recommend you listen to any song.

Just talk a little about the singer, Gerard Way.

His full name is Gerard Arthur Way born in New Jersey on April 9, 1977. When I was small, had a close relationship with her grandmother Helen, who taught him to sing and draw. Her death was a blow him and has since moved his bedroom to basement, which contains long hours to write, draw and think about death a lot.

The video for Ghost of you alternating with images of Saving Private Ryan in that integrates Gerard. You can see on the web, and also the 'm not OK (I Promise) , which has no waste.

For me, the merit of these kids succeed is to be unique, but not losing his temper despite having won.

Thursday, March 23, 2006

Removal Vagİna Real Vİdeo

"It was a dark and stormy night ..." Amanda


"It was a dark and stormy night" has become part of the English language as the canonical phrase is used to start bad novels. Snoopy tends to begin with her novels, Neil Gaiman and Terry and also use it Good Omens. Apparently, the phrase has its origins in a novel called Paul Clifford written in the nineteenth century by Edward George Earle Bulwer-Lytton (who remained unnamed). The principle of this novel more than justifies the fame of the sentence:

was a dark and stormy night, the rain fell in torrents except at occasional intervals, interrupted when a violent gust of wind swept the streets (for it is in London that our scene takes place), making noise against the roof and fiercely agitating the little flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness.

There is even a "Contest Bulwer-Lytton Fiction", in which people try to write the worst opening sentences to imaginary novels. Rice Scoot contest entries collected in 1983 in a book called, of course, was a dark and stormy night . It seems that there are three published collections.



I was very much struck by this because normally I always start my stories in one night dark and stormy. xD And if I memory, I remember many books that I love to start something like this.

Is anyone safe from the topics?

I read the Saga of Discworld Terry Pratchett, and today I happened to ask if they had a library. The man has left me a minute and came back with a stack of books from the publisher DeBols! Illo who had the sea-green color back. O___o And even were all! Apparently, there are some books in this series have not been published in English.

came across this site so interesting references to Soul Music :
[url] http://www.dreamers.com/mundodisco/anot16.htm [/ url]. And then I read about the dark and stormy night, which has now befallen me.

The cover of Soul Music I read a review that said: "There is a genius of fantastic literature that is not even called Rowling or Tolkien." From what I've read and from what I've been told flees topics Pratchett laughing at them, and maybe that is the UK's best-selling author after (of course) of Rowling. Because

Thursday, March 16, 2006

Wedding Congratulations Messages Core



taught me to avail myself of the words, not to be afraid they were my reflection, even to speak without words. Because to me you were not a teacher, but teacher. Why do not you forget while I live and remain I . Because it is very few people in the world as you .



Oh, Captain! My Captain! Our fearful trip ended,
The ship has saved all the obstacles, we have won the coveted prize,
we already harbor, and hear the bells, and the people come rejoicing,
eyes are firmly keel the vessel determined and audacious
Plus, oh, heart, heart, heart!
O the bleeding drops red!
See, my captain on the deck
Lies cold and dead.

Oh, Captain! My Captain! Rise up and hear the bells;
Arise, flies the flag for you, for you the bugle sounds,
For you bouquets and wreaths decorated to you the crowd throng the beach,
to you I called the moving mass of people, you become their eager faces;
Hey, Captain! Dear Father!
rest your head on my arm!
This is a dream, on the cover lies cold
and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship has docked safely, and finish your trip concluded
Del horrible trip the victor ship comes with her trophy
exult, O, beaches, And sound, O bells! But I
with steps funeral
walk the deck where my Captain lies
cold and dead.



Happy birthday, Amanda.

Sunday, March 5, 2006

Green Mucus Coming Out Of My Dog's Eye

To love and hate

need emptying of this hatred. Hate is something that should never be stored. Because when our hatreds accumulated too much dust, they become our weaknesses, our fears and at a sad time when we outgrow.

I have lots of hatred, but this is the most incomprehensible and contradictory, not only unfair to the person who is dedicated. And I could never tell her, I'll leave here with words. This is the letter that should never send or read under any circumstances:


"Well, this is incredible. How many times do I have to say that the spoons from the drawer should be all with the tail at the same address? If not, every time cojáis a spoon, another blow ye shall be put in their mouths that come back ...

hate your spoons immaculate and your shelf dust rags sorted by size and color. I hate washing up, ironing clothes and obey the simple fact that "I'm at the age of obedience." Bullshit! Who invented that age so cruel? And though I hate doing what you say at all times, in the end I always do to let me calm.

're exactly the person he would never become, but I think I look like you more than you think, and most of what I want. Your passion for travel and the sea, your soul artist, your talent for writing (which, oddly, after I've discovered, this is the last thing I expected of you, have you to thank your genes art) ... Do not you go only to those passions because you're too busy keeping the house tidy and clean, and working for me to have the education they choose and if I enjoy them.

And I hate, mostly because I can not hate you, not after discovering the huge sacrifice you've done with your youth so that I can see mine. Hate

have no choice but to love you with all my being, and I hate not being able to as much as you love me. But truth is that I love over hatred. How

pay you all this? I can not do many things, but I hope to make you immortal. Someday many years from now, when you die, you inmortalizaré in a book and you will live a life of travel, pictures, books, where you can chat with Plato at dusk and see the sea every day to eternity . And, of course, always with your partner.

Saturday, March 4, 2006

Milena Velba - Police

Dance Classes (II): Latest developments mode

As promised! I've been slow to return to the dance classes because the mode of Latinos is quite complicated and had to investigate. :-P I'll try to explain what is the difference between samba, salsa, merengue, cha-cha-cha and how noses were dancing a rumba-bolero.
(Photos are in order.)

That Jazz!



Cha-cha-cha.
Cuban dance derived from the mambo. The name comes from the noise made by the Caribbean with her shoes in the basic step (three right and one left). It became very popular in the 50's.





Merengue.
is the typical dance classes in the Dominican Republic, fun and sensual. The movement of the hips and shoulders is crucial: when one side of the hip goes up, down the shoulder on the same side and vice versa.






Mambo. Dance
dedicated to "Mambo", god of war. Born in Cuba, arriving in Europe in the 60's. The basic step is to move in a square in a counter-clockwise.






Samba.
drift of African music and Portuguese and is characteristic of Rio de Janeiro. There are two styles: a sober and elegant and then there is carefree and uninhibited that we see in carnivals River, which is that I like most though not as elegant. It is more genuine, and I do not know what advice I can give to dance ... as music and moving your body. xD



Salsa.
It differs from the samba at ALL, beginning as it is a Cuban dance and, therefore, has nothing to do with Brazil. In the sauce is to stick a lot to the family and it should be much the column (but not look like a stick, this is a fun dance.) A basic step ... it would draw a trapezoid with our feet, back, back, forward, forward, one, two, three, four. In steps back, feet apart rather than two steps forward. In this dance, so versatile, it's best to get some videos in the media library to get an overview idea.



Rumba-bolero.
The rumba is a dance that African slaves brought to Cuba in the sixteenth century and the bolero, another introduced by the English on the island in mid-nineteenth century. Is very passionate and usually slow. This is a game of feet (in my opinion) quite complicated, so seek videos directly. xD The Son and Danzon arrangements are slower, and then there is the Son Montuno piano and trumpet having .... and surely you know this "Guagiro" of a movie. The Gipsy Kings rumba and flamenco fused with great success. ;-)


Pasodoble.
Typically English, although of possible French origin. It began as a military march, but it has always been involved with bullfighting, and today we see many steps and positions resemble those of a bullfighter. The basic step is very simple: starting with the right, the man walks forward eight steps, and your partner the same steps backwards, starting with the left.

hope ye fun in this exhibition. ^ _ ^ Another day I will write on standard mode dances.

PS: This last picture, which corresponds to the paso doble, is about Italian dancers, fourteen times world champions.

Sunday, February 26, 2006

How Quick Until You Can Die From Anorexia

Latino

"Finally I get to send the letter to the CD Rainbow_Warrior Howl's Moving Castle in Japanese with subtitles. You can enjoy it. ;-)

"I made a test piece of mathematics that I do not believe me, plane geometry and trigonometry. When done, I worried to see that he had no fault, as this can be very, very good (I have no faults) or very, very bad ... rather catastrophic (which I quivocado but do not know what O___O which means he would need a teacher particular !!!). Anyway, I will note this week.

- I respond to an e-mail of November that I do not even remember! What speed!

xD-order the box of letters by date and sender, and each person is assigned a different color ribbon.

-Rereading many letters, I realize that I had a novel medium and I feel guilty because he had left entirely hold. I did on purpose, not expecting to write Black Orchid would hold more than one year. But this has its advantages: now that a year has passed, I can see very clearly the errors and I have very good ideas to fix them. "I bought

Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince . I've read 25 chapters of 30 in a ... (* Elaine looks at her watch and starts to make calculations *) twelve hours or so. I have dried blood on a finger from time to bite the nail and surrounding skin that ... well, I'll spare details. And also (this is unheard of when I go out a book I am waiting for years) I've done all your homework before you finish.

Ah, I will recount briefly. On Thursday 23 passing caught me go to Corti, so I went to buy my book at about 18:00 h. I saw five or six groups of adolescents (coincidentally, all had long hair, dark, curly, and wore glasses O__O seriously, not exaggerating) appear in the book section, and a sign reading would be books on sale at 18:30 pm ¬ __ ¬
Since I had to go to fencing until 19:00 pm, me too I was wandering the shelves. I read the beginning of Eight by Katherine Neville, and was surprised his biography of the flap. Also browsed The Importance of Being Earnest , de Wilde, and a few books of juvenile fantasy mountain (by the way, how many titles and authors that I sounded really scared of anything T_T ...).
I was coming more and more people, many teens with long hair, dark Curly and many adults. I think it's the first time I line up to buy a book, as with the first 4 volumes, Harry's fame was limited to movies and books was not so massive (I guess in Madrid itself, but here no), and 5 º I bought it the day it came in the morning and did not see anyone buying.
Once again, I felt that strange and uncomfortable pangs of grief mixture of excitement and nerves in the pit of my stomach, like every time I go to see Harry Potter films, knowing that I will like them as actors are thus major cazurros and dubbing so sloppy, or when I see on TV doing Rowling does not know what work charity or to receive awards and I wonder what her as a person, not as a writer millionaire ...

I am sorry that has been altered a story that when I first read it, was pure, as if I walked in a virgin forest full of mysteries and wonders that no one else knew. Now I have to make efforts to imagine the faces of Harry, Ron and Hermione do not become the faces of the actors and remain as the first day that my imagination invented 11 years, so much more powerful than I have now. Strive to imagine ... Who would tell me, I'm always in the clouds, eh?

Friday, February 10, 2006

No Insurance Dental Care, Tampa Florida



You disappoint me when I admire and respect and, suddenly, you bring your little knowledge of the people.

disappoint me when I think my friend and you laugh at me, the underdog.

disappoint me when you think beyond good, evil and our friendship.

disappoint me when ... I have disappointed you so many times that I do not know what to write about you. I wanted something that did not exist for you, but you made me believe that I had. I overestimated you, and you really do not know if I wanted or if it was not a dream ... or rather a nightmare. The fact is that since you have become a disappointment, and that status is not going to leave.

disappoint me when I said I had hidden and you trampled and threw me in the face.


The list of disappointments continues to grow ...

Sunday, February 5, 2006

Heavy Women With Small Tits

I'm on a roll Disappointments

- Well, Mr. White ...
- Call me Happydent.
- Okay, Happydent, tell me Who have come today?
- With Xylitol.

No, I have written. xD I have plagiarized from someone who in turn plagiarized from a friend, etc. Actually come to review the weekend (the case is not to get to school, what you should be doing.)

The Friday was a day curious. Not exciting or novel, or boring, just curious. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was the detail let me know that his life should not be interested, that is not mine. The poor do not know what to expect ... think I know and I'm so impressed, but actually makes a fool every time he tries to put his uncle pose interesting.

The Saturday at noon I got up very rested. I wrote all morning, afternoon I went to buy a pair of new tracksuits (the need for truth, God, what ASCO wardrobe ... I have auctioned my rags, has any interest? XD) and then continued writing. To relax, I began the duties of Biology and later turned to writing.

After midnight, it would be virtually Sunday, I sent him my story of Witch two very busily reading that made me constructive criticism. I changed half the story, but I was much better. Thanks, Rainbow_Warrior ;-). Let's see what my other reader said ...

And now, after seeing The Jury (Large, John Cusack, and great is also its bender), I will continue with the duties of the week. Probably cut in a while to write some more. And if not, tomorrow in physics class. End

Sunday review.

Thursday, February 2, 2006

Pokemon Silver Roms For Vba

The way I wear my head

This week has been ... interesting. At least it has helped me out of the monotony, it never hurts.

euphoria I had moments of inexplicable fits of laughter in the midst of a serious kind in which everyone was looking at the scandalous chick sitting alone in the back row, belly laugh with friends and spend a little education and some sympathy, which never hurts.

I have also been some pachucha: Tuesday gave me a cut of digestion and took all week with a nasty cough (cough seems whenever I have a rocky in the larynx), I have not gone to fencing Getting Worse , with which I have accumulated tension in the body that is not normal.

write, that's something. During lectures in Physics, Biology and Language, specifically. What an inspiration, please. I have to write four stories / short stories for contests (one of them in Arabic, but I can not install the multilingual option on my PC because I have the disc ¬ ¬ I hate Bill Gates), and I'm two down the middle. I read when I can, but ultimately in short supply ... and I have my book of Kings on the table untouched, Traveler's Wife time. T__T so excited to have it gather dust ... ains.

Tomorrow I throw myself into the Hall three hours relax for a while with the sword, after going to buy clothes for sports and some pajamas, I'm deadly with the cabinet. (I've had a look at my crappy summer clothes, I have crammed into a corner waiting to arrive in May. I have been depressed as I renew my summer wardrobe in April ... and I zapatoooos!).

I took the initiative to drink two bottles of water a day (not cost me as much as I thought), never to drink Coca-Cola (corrode the bones and teeth! O___O), dance whenever you have a couple of hours and sleep more. Ment sana in corpore sano.

I made a very interesting discovery: Nada Surf, a pop-rock group (well, some would say it is power pop close to noise rock, but to me it still looks like a pop-rock group and that's the word I will use, because at least I know its meaning xD by the way, Hermes, thanks for the recommendation.) Come to Alicante on 22 March (I think .. I have to look on the web) and entry costs 15 €, is fine and I will do everything possible to go. I have just over a month to download all the records and learn my favorite lyrics, lol. If I can, before or after the show try to make an interview. How exciting! ^ O ^

curiosity that comes to mind: the Santa costume as designed the Coca-Cola in its early advertising campaigns. The original Santa outfit is purple and Russian tradition, from which originates the St. Nicolai / Santa Claus / Papa Noel. So the marketing geniuses of the time they put an ad red to him and this has been. (This was kidding us history teacher for a class of Enlightenment, and I have no idea how he got his speech from the French Revolution to the early campaigns of the Coca-Cola, but my teacher is so cool, with their dotage included).


And romanticona'm hopeless, I say goodbye with a song ... Do not push

cause me I'll fall in love with whatever
you just said.
Do not push me cause I'll fall in love

with the way you wear your head.
...
I want to want you
I need to need you
I'd love to love you
I want to want you
I need to need you I'm begging to
beg you ...

Saturday, January 28, 2006

Countrywise Breast Size Survey

Dance Classes (I) The test Hermes

Tango is one of the most spectacular ballroom. There are several versions of the origin of the tango and some attribute it to the English Gypsies, who took him to Argentina and others in the Caribbean. From 1912 is introduced in Europe, although some decaf, then loses his suburban home, and therefore, the captivating and sensual nature of their beginnings.

When I see a ballroom dance competition on TV, the tangos are very acrobatic and such, but I do not think anything sensual a couple consisting of a bony Russian and a Ukrainian who takes three heads bobbing in unison, hipercalculados Orthodox movements and postures.

not necessary to measure 1.70 and have a rectilinear figure to dance. In the case of tango, the curves are appreciated and has the energy given off by your body than the body itself.

So, if any Once your turn to dance a tango, do not say you do not know dance. Everyone can dance, and if it seems difficult, it is because we do not try. The tango is a matter of attitude, to express in the body a feeling of joy and sorrow at the same time.

probably all know the famous Por una cabeza by Carlos Gardel. Well, maybe not with that name, but if I say tango is preferred because it goes in Hollywood films Scent of a Woman , Schindler's List and Lies , sure as you remember. It's a beautiful tango, but not unique. Here you have another worthwhile:


La Reina del Tango - Rafael Iriarte, 1928.

Flower night the dull roar
uncorked champagne wins,
mad queen a love game
slowly, dancing, braiding.
Your bar is the sensual rhythm
that twists carpet gotán
and your elegant, theatrical painting
is proud with your cool.

Queen Sos tango,
papusa ruflera, science

Canera dance know
lit a headband
of nobility during
over your head
gotán Queen.
trembles on your hips
music area,

chant is that your heart
very
the mute makes it a counterpoint
increases the breakdown
your doom.

gotán you The heart was
a whispering sweet love
and that is why this song
find joy and pain.
Che, milonga, I followed the jarandón,
goal court dance and champagne
and have a night to dance the tango
Judgement grotesque.

Saturday, January 21, 2006

How Much Do Struts Cost?



copy of Blog The Hermes, which in turn copied it from another blog and such. Have fun.


If a month would be: January
If one day a week would be: Friday
If I were a time of day would be: midnight
If a planet is: Mars millions of years ago (the moon has xq as a satellite, right? xD)
If a drink is: water
If I were a musical instrument would be: violin
If it were a fruit: kiwi (I just happened xD q paranoia d questions ...)
If a song would be: any Chopin nocturne
If a meal would be: spaghetti with sauce roquefoooort ... mmmmm!
If a body part would be: eyes
If a subject is: Music (although my favorite subject is history, I would not be history ^ ^)
If a number is: 7 (I know it's a topic but has a history
;-) If a color is: purple and blue
If a city is: of the few I've visited ... Barcelona. If
would smell: the smell of old paper books have yellowed and dusty (never a colony regaléis xDD).
If ice cream is: Chocolate.
If a cabinet is: a library.
If pain is: the heart (I know, I'm a masochist, but at this point should not surprise you).
If a language is: Elvish xD to sing every time you talk
If a flower is: a carnivore (it's not like flowers ...)
If a verb is: to live a sin
If would be: pride
If it were an animal: cat
If a station is: winter (if you're in Winterfell, boot ^ ^)
If an item is: a raincoat
If a book is: I could not choose from what little I've read ... I think Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury.
If a place is: a way
If a movie is: uuufff, no idea ... put The Dead Poets Society .
If it were a virtue: wisdom
If a gift is: a book
If a feeling is: calm

Tuesday, January 3, 2006

Samples Of Birthday Souvenirs

"Black Orchid "San Google

I started looking for things related to Google "Black Orchid", and found: a Mexican legend about a flower that contains the secret of eternal youth, a group of heavies music, a comic book by Neil Gaiman ( Black Orchid) and the ingredient of a Calvin Klein perfume. O_o Here I leave some clippings:

-The Black Orchid, nor has there ever existed.
In Chiapas, among tzentales, Berlin Breedlove and Raven (1974), report using Cyrtopodium punctatum, huge orchid pseudobulbs that grow on the stones, to treat a back condition which they call "cakal."
(Esc Prim CEBECH. Dr. Belisario Dominguez)

-The Black Orchid (Encyclia Cochleatum ) Is the national flower of Belize. This orchid grows on trees in damp areas, and blooms in all seasons of año.Su size varies up to 6 inches longitud.La black orchid has yellow petals green with purple spots near the base. The "lip" (one petal of special construction, which is the least seen of the flower) has a valve like a clam (hence the name Encyclia Cochleatum ) and has in its deep stains Carmelite besides black.

"Among the flowers most curious, you can mention the giant Rafflesia Arnoldi, the largest flower in the world with a diameter of about one meter and found only in parts of the island of Sumatra, or the Black Orchid, which grows in Kersikliway Nature Reserve in Kalimantan.

-La Encyclia cochleata is distributed in 12 U.S. states near the Gulf of Mexico. Inside the Book "Heaven", are abundant populations in all ecosystems described, from the banks of the rivers of tropical forests to high mountain oak, and flowers throughout the year.
This epiphytic species is unmistakable in the shape of its flowers (5cm in diameter) with a purple lip concave, hanging sepals and petals, yellow-green color, so which are known as "shells" or "pulpit." The purple color of the lip, some flowers, has a tone that seems as dark black. This confusion has given strength to the legend of "Black Orchid" that dwells in the depths of the forests of the Reserve, but contrary to the orchids of fiction, there really is no any kind in the world with truly black flowers.

-Euphoria, the new perfume by Calvin Klein, follows a disturbing femininity. The fragrance is a sensual floral oriental which mixes black orchid, liquid amber champaca flower. Drunkenness of the senses in a glass jar and metal in the form of a orquídea.Euphoria opens with fruity notes and exotic pomegranate and persimmon, accented with rich green notes. The heart stops the emergence of a sensual combination of lotus flower, black orchid and champaca. In the background note, unfolds black violet, amber and musk wrapped in flesh.


Images:

Dracula Orchids: Free Image Hosting at <a href= www.ImageShack.us "/>
Orchid" black " http://ficeda.com/galeria/flor15.jpg
Encyclia clochleata : 20cochleata02.JPG http://orchidorama.free.fr/02-janvier-juin/Prostechea%
Calvin Klein: http://www.douglas.calvinklein-perfumes.com/images/products/euphoria.jpg
Neil Gaiman / David McKean: http://hq.cosmo.com. br/images/gibiteca/g0002_orquidea_capa.jpg