Wooden Laminate Flooring

More Butterflies

Northface Outlet Texas

could not pass up. Maracanazo in memory ...

I have much to do, but I could not forget the anniversary. Today they are 60 years of Maracanazo, just today beat Uruguay to another location in world (South Africa: 0 x 3: Uruguay). I'm just going to transcribe some sort of story I wrote about 3 years ago, quite fictional because the great Obdulio Varela was a guy of few words and I paint as a talker. But hey, it's just my sign of respect for the best team of all time, because there are things you never forget. Today is

Today is the day ... I open my eyes and the weight of reality falls on me, trying to cerrármelos again. The drives away with his hand in the air and jump out of bed. My bare feet touch the floor warm Brazilian and I feel the concentration of energy in my body. Fatigue by parties with Sweden and Spain there is nothing, I am whole, and should also be my teammates, and I feel great. Burst into their rooms with chants and applause, and little by little, they are raising, some accompanied by my songs, others such as Maspoli or Gambetta, wanting to kill me for waking them. A quick exchange of glances with each reassures me that we are ready. The morning passes quickly, all prepared. The teacher would prefer not to fly or a fly, but I think it's better that way. The Pepe Schiaffino for juggling not right and he plays with everyone. The ball loves him and does everything he asks. Moran joked Ghiggia to see who makes more goals in the final, although they do not quite convinced, while Gonzales leads us to a few what the newspapers say ... We presumed dead. When I do not see very well is to Julio Perez, seems to be dying of nerves. We eat something light at the hotel and left early. Good, because the amount of People on the street is not to believe, and the trip to Maracana is endless.

We are in the dressing room warming up and we have to talk almost shouting. Nobody dares to go out for a look. Tejera thinks all Rio de Janeiro is in the stadium. It seems that we will bounce twisted the roof above, but no matter, we in ours. Maspoli I can see very relaxed, loose, like a cat himself, catching every pitch he throws the teacher. Miguez I get for one side in a flash with no sense even to me about. During that split second that is on my side, we looked at the corner of my eye and I can read him confidence. I take a walk around the locker room and may feel in the air that something big is gonna happen ... While Brazilians are going to go out thrashing in the field are eleven against eleven, and my eleven not afraid. Almost ready, we warn of illustrious visit. Come the leaders of the AUF when I'm finished putting on the armband. We shake hands, congratulate us get to this point and we shoot to kill. The president tells us that if we do not make more than four goals, we will have done. Spend a second eternal when I feel that the confidence of many suffering shrapnel from the words of this ignorant, while I am up the blood to the head and I fall on point kicks. "Compliments only if we are champions!" yelled just in time to contain a little psychic meltdown. With his head down and dead of shame, out of the clubhouse managers. minutes pass, the teacher gives the lecture and leaves us ready to go on the court. It seems that something explodes out there, should be the home team jumping on the lawn and causing hysteria all people. I stand at the door of the wardrobe and make time, hoping to calm down a bit so crazy. "My God" , I think, " is just a game ... I hope you do not take it amiss when they win the Cup," . a long time after leading the boys go out with the Celeste , the second skin, and the crowd gets us aggressively. You can feel the rumble of drums in our body and the breath of all these people. We arrived at the court and a pale Andrade

tells me "Here there must be more than two hundred thousand people ..."

walk the look on the faces of the team and I can see how the faith of some crumbling. I gather before it is too late and not knowing what to say, I cry "Outsiders are stick!" . Gambetta understands me and smiles. I approach Maspoli and say "Did you see the face of nine of them? Which moron! I bet you can not make or a goal" . Ring Ghiggia and after where I say sarcastically "Did you see the goalkeeper they have? That is still half asleep, you sure do ten goals." scream, applaud, I convey my faith and all are raised, are oblivious to the quarter of a million Brazilians gathered in the stadium and tremors caused by jumping. We looked together. We're fine. We stood in line for the ceremony and the authorities are bowing to ours and theirs. With enough effort we can hear how their president tells them "Brazilian world champions" without even having begun the match. That the killing will ... And yet at the ceremony, Julio Perez me dice: "Obdulio, si hoy quieres ir a tapar, seguramente atajas cuatro penales" . Es que es así, se puede sentir en la camiseta. Hoy es el día...

Salud, Uruguay... Salud, Obdulio.

Kansas Visitor Driver License

ex-tupendo sobrasada

These cloudy days, which do not allow errors weather man, I wonder if the sun goes down or waiting fruitlessly clouds that cover it will want clearing. Never mind, it is obvious that is. And we know when it's gone across the globe, rather, we will we on time in the belief that we will return the next day to pick up your birth (those born in summer we do photosynthesis). It is we who say goodbye to the sun at sunset, which we say "goodbye, tomorrow I return." The sun is and is.

So I think lists of what was and is not that I have carefully developed over the years. Some seismic periods of unexpected life events, I have concluded from the names of my friends to my ex-friends, my fellow ex-partners, husband-ex-husband ... and so with love, family politics, etc ... Now, it seems the sun will shade today, I realize the waste of time and energy. What is a list of ex-foo if no ill will or intent? Revenge does not strike me as near, or pose for me, nor do I have time for it. The Night of San Juan which is close burn all former lists. It is a kind of exorcism it is necessary to be exitus ex, really, because while going on a list is and the category of ex ... the truth leads me to think of zombies, undead, vampires and ghosts. All of them appreciate the company offered and shared experiences, but surely there are those who need more than me. I do not want to give my energy not a second more. I count on what is / who they are, because "it is what it is," says my good friend Josemi.

remember the scene from "A Night at the Opera" in which Groucho and Chico are reducing the contract (the parties of the contracting party, etc ...) and I find it fun to rectify my lease on life . If you live or cure, we must enjoy it, so learned and what they learn. You do not know me now oxygen enters the lungs and peeling emotional embellishes a lot.

I Have Acid Reflux And I Am Late Having My Period

the closet than your destination

Hoy se cumplen 12 años de escribir. Uno escribe toda la infancia en la escuela y en el colegio, sigue en la adolescencia y todo es normal. Lo raro es cuando, ya en la universidad, el cuaderno de Psicofisiología y Dinámica I y todo lo demás deja de ser lo que era y uno empieza a ser lo que será para siempre... Forever? "I was saying that forever turned out to be too long, after having wandered through the university for too long, I would have saved me a lot and just do what I was taught in school: reading and writing ... Now people think I'm a poet, my name appears next to the word "writer" in the newspapers, I ask for them known texts, which has revived the topic of the closet than your destination, posting the first lines, as they were created, among patches, studs and misspellings. I will not include most of the text because, with the distance given year, almost nothing of what I wrote there I like. At times it gets too corny, sweet ... I do not know ... I guess it was love. Now love me like this is more real, is as it should be and better than ever.

The first text is from June 15, 1998, the last came to May 17, 2004.

Well, maybe it's time to turn the page and write some more of mine, something I ... Or just something else and now.

Bmi Average In The Uk

That lady that rhyme with me

Christina Rosenvinge Concert in the Square Theater, closing of the International Songwriters in Quito, June 13, 2010, 11:00 am, with Jorge Villamizar, Dayna Kurtz and Marta Gómez.

listened to his voice, seductive voice that sounded a little naive, with the same naivete that believed discover his music in that piece of heart left in the boot of one to it hurts if you go with another. He saw in the videos and I liked it, and commented to friends how pretty she was and a little more, but over the years and the disappearance of record stores Ecuadorian practically we have forgotten it. Found it without knowing in the words that fill my favorite book -only now I learn that much of it in those images that refuse to fade from memory. The rediscovered surviving a fatal Summer, in a duet filled evenings so sad and not sad (for the last couple of points I thought it women in the life of the men in my life "a bit exaggerated, because I do not know if she will become the wife of the life of Ray Loriga and Nacho Vegas, and it is quite true that, despite the Tokyo and does not want us the first and second full discography or Loriga and Nacho are the men in my life-). And now I find here, chas! appearing beside me, sitting three feet from me at the Variety, asking me to open the water bottle, laughing at my questions about what you do not like what you have written, telling of his love for the work of Leonard Cohen, looking a bit inquisitive when I lingered to talk, saying that he really liked the talk that kept me and the 47 attendees, telling me the thousand pieces of his heart came directly from a dream, lucky she can do things like that - a little disheveled in passing his hand through his hair blond Danish, wondering what I write, revealing his desire to write the soundtrack for a movie, and even remembered my name when sign and dedication on my upper lip

Tu ... Christina Rosenvinge was in Quito and I had the chance to talk to her. Come to think, plan all wrong. I should have got the juice to the opportunity to make a through interview with Christina as he did to Patty Smith William Burroughs , I should have brought a camera to make it even a little picture of the encounter, I should have got a tape recorder record their words and brought the mini camcorder chimba the concert. But the chance came and all I came late. But still, I can not complain. More than just a job or one of those opportunities to be exposed the media, have my 15 minutes of fame and win an occasional greeting people who liked how I did it was a conversation with a woman who has been immersed in the music world for like 20 years, living in that, "beyond the time when he survived a legacy that left a relative, who has been buried and has unearthed more than once, he has recorded and composed with very different music to it and each other, which records written in English and English and has a beautiful proof of the passing years. I'm not going to talk mostly about their appearance. Those who have seen it know that no words. But I can say is much more pretty smart, you'll note the talk, they discover when their stories, their processes and anecdotes, and is also in the elegant way to get off on a tangent and leave us wanting to know what songs to leave badly Loriga after the break. It's nice to talk to people who have much to say and says it with such clarity ... a brilliant woman who won who saw it. And well, not to mention her stage presence. If beautiful answering questions, it is much more armed with a guitar and a microphone, singing and telling us, with that sexy voice on stage in conversation the previous day what are they made to their stories, but the audience has been a little cold in the rainy morning in the Plaza Theatre. It was the closing concert of the International Songwriters, thanks to the meeting I also had the chance to participate in the discussion of which I spoke before a one on one between a songwriter and a writer ... What? For these matches, I had been hearing a lot this year, finding their albums and grabándomelos in the unconscious, wondering what will become of her ... and suddenly the John Martin and I put in front of this unique opportunity to meet .- Obviously I went with the intention of seeing her. Jorge had already sung Villamizar and it was the turn of the Rosenvinge. I have to admit another mistake ... is that it never occurred to me to go write the setlist for their presentation. Here in the house tried to break the head and memory to reconstruct the sequence of songs. As expected, I fail and I'm just making a playlist in an order that does not conform to reality. The thing is, more or less turned out well:

- Miss - The proper distance - Saturday - Jorge and I - Eclipse - Black Belt - I for you

- 1000

pieces - Wild animals - Someone to care for me --- - Pale - last night in the spectacular She Gibson guitar and vocals and Charlie Bautista on guitar and grand piano gave us these songs, I think I'm missing out there and left me some- quite pleased. I espraba an explosion of rock and roll but just what I heard, full of intimate performances thanks to Quito and its people for their two days among those who share with her upper lip Your in my mouth while singing the songs and a review of radio hits that hit here like 15 years ago. I would have liked it last longer, it touches only Finally, finally mad, but Miss and what life ... After his presentation, Dayna Kutz dazzled with two tracks and his voice which reached the Top of Liberty, and closed with his poster Marta Gómez world music that he loved the public. For me there was a rumor that the final would be a general sort of jam session between all participants, but we could not stay ... Touch to ask someone whether or not there was such massive improvisation. the end, after hearing the unmistakable voice and unique, I have an autographed album. His letter, a little patojo due to discomfort in which I signed it hides what he say. reads "A very Alejo" and then a word is not understood at all and I want to read as "love" , followed by his signature, an attempt to Christina, as indecipherable as above. And she had to keep signing autographs, she kept my pen. I hope someday I'll have the chance to recover, would be the perfect excuse to see her again to see if, now, that woman wants to rhyme with me.