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Myths, no, people

Dare, wanted to attract attention, or simply have a story to tell.

Making the private public, lack privacy, or prove capable of overcoming shyness. Act

advertising, desire for notoriety, or natural impulse.

Look how you want. For me it is just another sign that, despite everything (and every day there are more than regret at the end of the spectrum, unfortunately) people are still all around us that gives meaning to a greater extent our own existence.

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now seems that Mourinho is definitely making his mark in Madrid, and to the injustice that will be considered the architect of cerrojazo defensive, I feel obliged to claim the real Catenaccio geniuses of solidarity: Volunteers from across the Fnac.
The perfect tactical training, such as Inter Milan's defense reminds us of the formations of legionaries of classical Rome. Preciados ducking traverse these tireless hounds is a task worthy of Cristiano Ronaldo.
The perfect spider web woven around the Fnac is second only to that of other fearsome predators: Escape Malasaña at three in the morning without hearing "The Offering, rock to the six" is a Homeric feat.







A commercial X NGO he snapped one day, if not financially support his cause was irretrievably in favor of child exploitation. Demagogic arguments like this validated the Iraq War in the eyes of some of the world population.

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sometimes occurs to me how easy it is to live in a Hollywood film. I guess I'm a bit like Danny, the child star of Last Action Hero, which was outraged to see that Schwarzenegger is unable to interpret the codes more topical film, and so this is convince us that her daughter nothing bad can happen because he is the protagonist, and the daughters of the proto never die, or that the bad guy is hiding something because it has a glass eye.
know this type of code is very useful because it helps to know who put aside when the movie starts. For example, we all know that a man with a mustache is usually poor, wretched, creep, I think. Another option is going cocoon dress, looking cocky and smug, that person also is flesh of contempt for the public.
In this life sometimes is not easy to decide who is good or bad, moral relativism is a fickle companion. From here, I want to thank infraseres the left as the selfless task of standing before the mirror, stand as archetype and decide for us. To a generation of such poor ethics regarding what you put us very easy, really.


No, look like assholes.

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small bite of reality between the lines

A touch of color in a gray tile wall, dull, dull. Middle
second of tranquility amid a perfect storm. Media
smile aside from the burden of another fourteen-hour workday. Five notes in harmony
pushing through a scrum of dissonant noise
A poem every morning to remove the gummy when the bus arrives.
A blade of grass between the asphalt of our daily drudgery.

Thanks.

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My facebookmagia Patry wrote on your wall its little pleasures, I bring mine from lines to not be noticed much so that no one would steal to me ...

receive a gift. Found money in the pocket of an old pants. Realize your error and find that you still have 2 hours more sleep. She reclined her head on my chest. Petting an animal. Feel the breeze on her face. When I removed the language after call me stupid. A kiss. Sleeping on a rainy day. Sleep on your side. Eating red licorice. Breaking a barrier. Caress her bare back. Play the right song at the right time. The brightness of her eyes if she smiles while looking at me. Raspberries. Skinny dipping in the sea. Sleep embraced. Discover a new corner, a new city, a new country. Play a child. Crossing a quick glance with a handsome stranger and ask how is your life. The neck better late than spent by 23 August and I tattooed a smile on his face. A dream. New sheets smelling clean. Remove shoes. Knowing that your side anything is possible. Laugh out loud if his side. Make a friend laugh. Remembering a familiar aroma. Fight on their side. Walking barefoot on the sand. Make love. (Censored). Wander aimlessly. Finish a novel. Shouting at the top of a mountain and the echo you back your own voice. Walking beside him. Discover a new taste. Discover a new nuance in his eyes. See a good movie snuggled under a blanket. Join my forehead to hers. Stargazing lying on the floor one summer evening. Talking on the phone at 12 pm. A glass of wine. Laugh out loud. Receiving a compliment. Make a gift that is special. Create their own. Creating something ours. Sleeping after breakfast. Breakfast after sleeping together. Do something you've never done before. Do anything if it is next to it. Thanks

Patry because you made me remember that little things are becoming so important and so little importance we give them daily. By the way, you still owe me a coffee. What to know.

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"The footprints were marked by my own steps

"Stop and think, or keep walking?

Auxi "

I have the impression that at times stop and think is the same thing to keep walking, because if you can not you lose track of your way and then when your steps will not take you where they want, even to walk can not be said walking follow, rather than make way for what you apart.

Not long ago my sister told me on the Face " no longer write, how to weigh the years. Only enter when the heart cries . Happiness leaves little time for the written word ..." I must admit that for a while I thought he was right, but today certainly do not think so, not by a long, nay, nor so much. If it was some time since I wrote it because once again I had left myself in the road. I am thinking of installing a poka-yoke, or failing that a good jidoka, to avoid this situation that both repeated more like a chronic problem than occasional.

I know it seems strange to believe, is more nearly can make me look crazy (or too sane, which is the same thing) but every time when I, or rather we (as I prefer to consider the way I do with my people and not only) by way and at any given time I look and I am not among the people, and when I look back I've left it lying in the middle of the road. Incredible but true. There I am sitting on a rock, staring at me from the pack, including the head of it, waiting for me to realize that I forgot myself, and I turn around to face the look, sculpt half smile, and re-invite to restart the time I swing a silly excuse that I know and who does not, of Me, for the error.

So enough of laziness ( Chega de Saudade) , unnecessary excuses (and non Petit) that acusatio manifest, and continue our way, because although it was necessary to stop to think (and regain some rather important member of the group that had left behind) we never really stopped walking.