Feels Like Some Things Blocking My Throat

Returning to the principle of principles: Today Octavia taught me a message on his phone, a: "This is considered as harassment and the truth is that I hope never repeats itself, moreover, only respect and ask away. You disrespected and insulted me and generally I consider my friends do not. " word I did not understand until I explained it, how he makes a child of 7 and a few, how to tie their shoes.

Gabriel and Flora, Them.

Gabriel works in a multinational, a multinational company with tentacles in everything that the stock exchange if higher, to cover. Today is in New York tomorrow in Cape Town last week playing golf and taking sake lost between finance Nipponese samurai, while selling the latest production of green tea for the Asian market without much dirty linen suit. He is the youngest of three brothers from a family saga of Basques who came on boats Guipuzcoana Company back in 1730, to the Venezuelan coast. In the room of his father's house is a family tree, where women are conspicuous by their absence ..., we inoculated that women are part of the scenery. Tolerance It's just a nice word, taught him to be spoiled child, sick and completely cruel to others other than in its class. It is not racist, but has severe ethnic preferences, if skin and eyes ... much better. "Nothing personal ... but I can not stand"

I always play the first, should always be first and if not ..., Trojan horse and burn everything. Helena ... does not matter, what matters is the pride of my blood. Collect expensive gadgets, which uses and discards with astonishing ease, designer clothing, cutting-edge technology and properties provided through world who do not enjoy, but it is.

Flora, after enduring the taunts of the neighborhood, by name, and for being ugly and hate, filled with it. First daughter of a couple who had only girls, endured the stigma of being what it was not expected. She vowed to conquer the world and go it did. His mother helped him prepare, was a teacher, and Flora stood out as anyone. She was the favorite of the Holy Spirit ... the day of Pentecost took to it alone, the gift of tongues was the verb in her language he mastered as he went through and learned to use their meager gifts. Deprived nature of external beauty, but she put it, in return, a Machiavellian brain in every sense. His father, one can only say that the hatred was mutual and spent him.

Their goal, to be someone and become a tropical version of "Countess of Montecristi without the Abbe Faria, no fairy godmother in sight. Had no chance, meanwhile trading stores third and little hair. That was his challenge. Patchwork dress was the worst punishment, but one day she would design for.

won a scholarship, the nails, but won, and studied law ... as the years passed, he worked in everything that has been submitted and saved, saved and saved. She became friends, almost intimate, a partner who had the sister, a dentist and that's how it managed its equine teeth.

Gabriel got used to go to companies and paternal empire without the need for "open sesame" concerned, all the doors were opened. He was prepared to be "The Heir" because his older brother had the folly of falling in love with a native and covered her father oblivion for ever and ever. His sister ... nothing is known, only cares for the grandmother in perennial blind girl attitude.

The old man filled with tutors, senior management and requiring intravenous enormous. Gabriel, who liked good, not allowed to overwhelm. Gave and demanded alike. The world was destined only for him and him alone enjoy it.

Flora became the lover of a professor as he was, nobody knew how he did it, but all fell on their network, premiered nose, breasts and began to save foreign exchange of all kinds. Bounced all images and photo to remind him that appeared gaunt scarecrow in the parental home unrecognizable-the novels exist in reality and even exceed-

went to work in a corporation, his gift was his tick best friend ... as they suck blood, and other things, it was foam, spreading poison, filled with power and influence. Something that you could never say it, is to be risk averse. There she was risking her life in a letter. ... Yes, pray for you not find a weak spot ... when you least expect it, you felt her perfect teeth into your neck or disappeared between her manicured nails and would release no to his victim, until any signs of life disappear. Did it with such class that he appreciated the fine to murder, the crime. And arrived at the International Management Corporation, headquartered in Dallas, American America. Paris, Rome, London shine in your passport and she would label such as a guarantee of success. Nothing was enough in his hunger for "power and glory forever sir ..."

Gabriel On the road traversed Octavia ... and juicy with her a dowry in the Colombian textile industry, medal that wanted his father to his son's chest. He checked with a magnifying glass the 12 names and the wedding was a movie. Multicolored tulips, rare orchids converted Octavia left untouched beside the altar of the Cathedral and a beautiful choir nuns sang the "Ave Maria."

As the best friend of the bride, Flora. Flora Octavia's friend helped both back in Philadelphia . Flora was there, waiting time, with studied carefully look and figure. The ambition was slipping ever filled the eyes. "I do not know why, but I feel that everyone envies me ... it is sad to live with that, right?" I heard it once and I swear I still have not recovered from such a sentence.

Gabriel was reputed to cancel the whole world, we transformed the shade according to their mood. Everything had to move under its parameters. There was no man or woman to place its dogmas or way of thinking to him. Transformed into a man's arrogance.

The first time that the phone, I heard the voice of Flora, there was something in his voice that I liked, but I ignored. What a pity.

Gabriel and Flora met for the Octavia. "I told you that he said that the other had said ..., you know that I saw ... I found ... you know, I go there ... I found ... what a coincidence I'm going to Italy and ..."

Ya, after a while, Octavia is history in their history.

people There is a supernova and the other are black holes, once told me a wonderful girl Cristina-candy-green eyes and wry smile and was the first thing I remembered seeing that Octavia I flooded the house, on the verge of tears, telling her story. While Supernovas destroy everything to start again, black holes never have their hunger satisfied.

maintain sanity is terrible and does not end with a laugh. I mean, when I told her tragedy Octavia Egyptian. On one side, smoke you smoke, I was faced Migratory Bird puzzle, so Latin American telenovela is overwhelming, it exceeds and does not understand.

know what I love about the story of Gabriel and Flora. They may have all the power of it all and more. More, however, are not alone. Terribly alone, or even have it sooner or later it will devour, destroy. Nothing good can come of them, because they are not. It must be terrible look in the mirror and see a being disgusting. That is my comfort, I cry at how stupid I was, for not opening his eyes in time and my time wasted. Now I have the world, take what I learned from the past and live. Knowing I'm not alone ... because I have I myself.

Octavia I said as he finished his drink and put out his cigarette.

All the best for you.

NOTE: Octavia, on the phone ... message, delete it and forget it, they is not worth it.

What's Wrong With Gold Desert Eagles

is not easy to re-enter after the last weeks. I look in my files and find verses loose, empty words, French courses, texts Goethe in English and the language takes me, that's his usual.

could do a statistical table of miles flown, the distance covered by the walkways of the different European airports, the hotel used colorful beds of culinary havens, which have been discovered tasty and left a mark on my waist expensive, "share the joy of those voices that come by phone ... what is friendship tasty capitalized, that Glenn Close, overacted, not respected and invents disease, which is a bad character disgusting operetta-sorry for those who know history, I had to write.

Clio, Euterpe, Thalia, Melpomene, Terpsichore, Erato, Polyhymnia, Urania and Calliope went to eternal Vacation ... the very unpleasant. Somewhere being bored to death by offering the cup of inspiration.

And nothing ... nothing to lend me a little about them.

Soon I'll write my review of the first three months of 2008 and hopefully put in place the respective nouns, adjectives and verbs. Already brewing somewhere in my kitchen, the oven pre-heated and I hope to offer a good bite. There will be time for indigestion announced.

I feel sorry for you, but I should write something.

On 12 March this year, Romero Aldemaro meet the 80 and he really, really fancied having bad taste, less than one year, leaving just like that . I promised to write something about it and his work. And he, as a character, is a huge subject with many facets and faces has a well-cut diamond. Another nuance is mess with their music. There's something more complicated to me, if this is possible.

Trying to be objective, I start it with the story of how I found his latest production, incredible "Aldemaro Romero and his music" , a month before flying to meet Achilles Nazoa and a crowd of how I found the place you least expect it, noting that things are not accidental and are waiting to be found. But it seemed so magical realism and I think so.

Perhaps too would begin my letter (?) To recall the first time that I was aware of its existence, back in the 70's, of how screwed up years later to a friend in the halls of the University of Carabobo, until I wrote the lyrics to "So you" and see how far my Migratory Bird, laughs to hear what the "are like a trip to Rome in 747" and I tell you, completely in vain, which could mean a mortal Venezuela with some degree of culture, travel in full 70 in a step 747 and to Rome.

Aldemaro Imagining walking through the cities I visit, Madrid, recently, while listening to Elisa Soteldo-please, to whom it may concern, ENTREVISTENLA suddenly gives for having bad taste and go too, sing his "Goodbye Madrid" accompanied on piano by the author ... as if no. Aldemaro.

mention that today, for example, I spent all day humming the "A Song for Elizabeth" The movement of his beautiful 2to "Suite Castelfidardo for bandoneon and string orchestra" . Which he repeated as he read a beautiful letter from a friend. By the way, face wet paper owe me, carajitos.

Memories ... lots. My Loving Empress China says it sounds I remember, a bunch of symphonies, songs, musical moments, thanks Schubert -, sonatas, cantatas, gigs, my life is an eternal soundtrack, Aldemaro it weighs a lot. Empress you are ... and the rest is story.

Years ago, when our country was another, two wonderful ladies staged a tale of Rómulo Gallegos. Marina Baura ue f a Amelia Doris Henrietta Wells a the wonderful adaptation of "reduced hours." Well, in the shade of " Cycle Gold Rómulo Gallegos" was the beautiful waltz "De Conde a Principal" Aldemaro, that I knew later. I know music carpenter grandfather, a grandmother doing sweetest sweet, sepia color photos, afternoon coffee and biscuits.

Your "Waltz for Clementina" the "Suite for Strings" , which makes me calm tidal water, a rain of leaves yellow as in dreams, I get dizzy going round and round in a carousel illusory getting lost among the violins, violas, cellos and basses. Smeared with cotton candy or chocolate and listening to my mother's smile.

JP ... I appreciate your photo, autograph and CD with music academic. A hearing life Freites Germain, transfigured into an angel, the "Lullaby for a big girl" in that program Ottolina Renny, "The smallest little angel."

a century ago wrote the following, supposedly part of a novel. I was reminded of that paragraph, to listen to Maria Teresa Chacin Aldemaro sing the letter he wrote to his "De Conde a Principal" , almost musical ... his will, where, incidentally, accompanies on piano. The sweet "De Conde a Principal" Aldemaro had left as an instrumental for 37 years, he wrote lyrics, thanks to his wife Elizabeth, and gave it to Maria Teresa. She released a June 3, 2007 in Aula Magna of the Universidad Central de Venezuela, fully packed, when she celebrated her 45 years of artistic life.

"The sun was as hot lead on the sidewalks, Ávila only able to maintain that magical green aura of mystery that always like a balm, to pleasant living amid the noise, traffic and concrete. It was no longer anything original to say "... without Caracas El Avila, Caracas could not be."

No more than a century ago, their houses of courtyards surrounded by tall columns, bore the brunt of inclement thousands of red tiles, when the city was no different from others but by the mere fact of being the capital of a country and its people Petare daily to see to know if they had to leave or not to umbrella. Time has passed, now look to Petare is almost impossible without finding the front with huge masses of glass and concrete they conceal all possible horizon. "

Even my eyes are the sappy juice and runs through my hands. I leave it, the idea is to celebrate that life gives us wonderful gifts and wanted to share.

Aldemaro, with thousands.

All the best for you.

NOTE: The subject is as much more ... but I do not want to burden more than I already burdened with the issue.

PS: If you go to youtube and put Aldemaro Romero banquet will ..., I assure you ... I take the liberty to offer his Ave Maria, judge you .