Dear reader, not you ... me.
not think my lack of writing is because I have something with you. There is no such.
Things have been so many and so fast, it is difficult to find a bit of solitude and quiet to write everything I want to tell.
For starters, I am indebted to Don José Saramago, that God keep him in his glory (it said my grandfather). Although Don Pepito, that of God and his mysteries, just as she would not.
So to be more in tune with the Nobel: That atheism has it where it should have.
Since its irreparable loss, I thought I'd devote an entry in this blog. Although he will probably cause another instant death, who writes you that he feels that it should be.
Then we had the terrible hurricane that hit us in Monterrey. The city has collapsed along with our routine. We're just waking up with a hangover that left us the insufferable Alejandro. Because after what we did, to call him Alex the author of his days. Or in a more colloquial language: Best to call him "Alex" his fucking mother.
I spent the morning on a Saturday to go help volunteer to send food to the victims of the same city. I have to say I was impressed by the amount of aid and hands that we come to work for this noble cause.
am also impressed by the lack of help has been from other states. I must say I'm a little hurt, to see how the royal will aim to assist other cities in Mexico that fall into disgrace and even other countries and how little he has paid it with his countrymen.
No matter. The truth is that when you help, you should not think about how you are going to return a favor. Surely this city and its inhabitants, will continue to help when the situation demands it elsewhere.
To my readers and non-Monterrey, I tell them that they are already getting late to send anything. Canned food, bottled water, personal hygiene items, clothing, medicine and the basics to help people who lost everything. Go
and its collection centers and send.
Then the ever-present theme of the world that approval of the General's already over. I was (and still am) happy with the English and their selection, which made history in South Africa. I think history is always in charge of putting things in place and today belong to that select group, which I hope to see Mexico some day, but old man either. Gone are the vuvuzelas
, Shakira and Waka-Waka, the friendly people of South Africa, the great figures who never included and the controversial Jabulani's when everybody said that a beach ball, was more forceful in the throws.
Then we rushed to San Antonio Texas, with my friends on Cattle. Royal who came to land with credit card sharp and ready for "chopin". There were.
We made a brief stop at Sea World, which were accompanied by a heat, only I imagine it was comparable with the warm corner of hell and we walk under a huge sun, which seemed to have every intention of burning alive. To tell you dear reader, we'd better throw to see the penguins, and rest a little bit of ominous weather that accompanied us. Then the fearless
Generala Beef and my friend, it occurred to get on Ms. Vaccine and me, a coaster that was the truth I think the heat better.
not even arguing the recent surgery on my consort and the fragile backs of cattle, could deter them from climbing up on that device of the devil for torture, for pristine souls like ours. No fair! Already
On a more relaxed, went to see the dolphins and when I tried to pet one, I bit. Damn evil creatures. What is not supposed to be joyful spirits of nature, famous for their docility and purity?
In all honesty, I must say that the aquatic mammal bite on my hand, was quite accidental and that at no time intended to do so. Also I must also say it did not hurt anything or hurt me.
If this had been ... I would have gobbled up in a toast with Tabasco sauce and lemon sick.
As if that were not enough, the next two days were spent plucking the heroic centurion of American Express, in each and every one of the shops that we went through.
So we went and returned, under the disapproving gaze of my mother and Crayola, that because the road was flooded and full of tremendous outlaws ready to steal our stuff. As if we care about such minutiae, the time to get out anywhere.
With so many things dear reader ... Where do you want me to tuck some time for this noble task of writing?
already arrived, I wrote and "aista."
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