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In the afternoon one, sometimes, come back, like today, of any working day in this city, no city, gray sky. One gets lost in the maze of streets. And we swim, fish processed is absurd, between the steps, tired eyes, between puffs of people, like thirsty horses, galloping between trains and / or trams, among hundreds of yawning ...

One, sometimes walking.

The cold, your touch, makes us, gives us, the miraculous transformation of our fingers Direct blue icicles escaping the cold-pockets hesitation what our pants or jacket.

One sometimes gets lost in the oceans of our thoughts. Take your mental table and which best surfer in the waves of fight, we are going to cook, what we get, luckily I am even now, to improve the situation, my pants just decided torn lining in the seam that goes waist to crotch. The blood did not reach the river, my underwear was dark and nobody, I hope, he realized, "organizing the organized, answering private mail, make calls

relevant ...

And we walk between coats darken, many steps swift, fast, they will not know where. Persons unknown to us cross our best French and dusted with incidental: "Excusez -moi" "désolé ", " jusqu'à demain "...

And sometimes when we least expect it, a ray of sunshine is open from both gray and cold stones. We do not see premiering smile and ballons. A distant music, but so close, holds the key to open the door to a flood of fresh air, smells of fireplaces longed known.

A voice as warm as I heard some time ago, we cherish. And remember smiles, places full of green known as exists only in the garden of my childhood, caimito bush with their orgy of sweet smell. The Clo-Clo of hens "ponquetas" without knowing it, Mrs. Helena. The delicious taste of passion fruit rapao that made Mrs. Aurora. The wonderful pies Mrs. Ricarda. And we long for, remember, looks sweet as December 31 or opening gifts. Comes the hoarse voice of my grandmother, "The Philosopher" or the perfect soprano voice of my mother when he gets to sing-a pity that it does so often.

And sigh ... and have our cheesy moment of the day, right back to us, among the large windows of the shops around here and we recognize ourselves as we were, long ago with skinned knees, dirty flannel and cheeky smile and distant corner of our childhood ...

And I listen, and do not know how many times ...

"Estrellitas seem fleeting,

your eyes that sometimes

me look petty

which pigeons fly restless

which sparks, which fireflies,

and you view and a view you. "

Mi Dulce Esperanza ... thank you very much. Quite simply, thank you very much ...

All the best for you.

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The Great News

My sister loved AKA The Red Crayola, is pregnant.
That's the great news that I've been anticipating in my last two deliveries. That

The good news is that it has renewed our hope and our vigor in recent months. I think when I say that I speak for more people than the general and his napkin.
You, dear reader, know better than anyone we've spent my hubby and I at this time to try to have kids and so far we have been denied. So sure you're thinking And how did they feel this to you? It is a difficult question, but the answer is not. I will not deny that at first was a reminder of what others if they can get and we do not, after that brief, self-serving, but also very human trance, we were very happy, first by Crayola and hairless and then by us because we guys .

Just to give a quemón that, my dear flesh, is a woman from bitsy, said an exacerbated feeling maternal toward any other living creature. Especially with children. Just as a sculptor works with marble and a painter works with the canvas. As an engineer working with the measures or the odds and medical people. In the noble profession of Crayola, the raw material are the children. She has always proven to be superior to anyone I know in that field winding represented by those crazy short people.
My sister has had this gift since I've known. First expressed in his wrists and then everyone else. For example me despite being four years younger, has always had a futile maternity leave me sometimes, sometimes I complain and sometimes do not know what to say.
At least in that sense, I think we found a stable balance in which you feel I let my mom, but then I got him running loose.
All this stuff just so you understand, dear reader, that most of us, today we are not ready to be parents. Those who already are, still learning the noble art every day. Some of us, we would have no idea where to start.
My sister did not. She "was born and taught" as would the friend of my parents, and is ready to play that role and no, I do not doubt.
also has the blessing of being married to a man who is the apotheosis of a Knight and has the same talent as his wife. Born to be a father.
Not only that. We have been blessed to Mcrows (the General and myself to those who do not understand) that we are the godparents of the baby.
The day we got the news that would be the sponsors, was the first of this young year. I think they have not understood what it meant to me, that brief but supercalifragilisticaespialidosa news. That was enough for this year will start with a lot of energy so far, I have not been finished.

Today I lost my bet and I confirmed that the next ... is a girl. A beautiful girl who comes into our lives, courtesy of Crayola and hairless! Is not it great news?

That's not all. There is nothing more to tell.
We already sent our previous doctor to bake the muffins. After two years of sticking by the same hand, change doctors.
The new me is delighted. I believe that if the General does not put dips, soon marriage will ask the physician. And found a little problem and we are working to fix. Today we got the news that our problem is better. I want to keep myself calm and not false hopes, but I can not. I feel renewed and hopeful. This together with the news that the baby of the Crayola and Pelon is a girl, I feel that soon everything will be fine.

Dear niece who come in the way: You live even in this warm and safe liquid that we all left and soon came into our lives. You've got a stronger channel with the celestial forces. Bring your arrival, as cake under his arm, good news for your sponsors. To avoid having to take a lot of time with us beets and have a cousin or cousin to play.
Take these five months are going to be there Crayolesca metidita your mother, to bring us to your cousin waited. I in return give you juicy Sundays all your life and you will receive in this warm house when your parents take you to the crown. May God
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my Marranos A Diet!

Ya! Ya! ... please stop. Stop and let me write and ask to return to this blog. I can not handle so much pressure!
have been too many messages and unbearable agony, I understand more than anyone, but please, Calm down. I sent a petition with signatures tatacientas asking me back to the keyboard. Many people have done penance and go on their knees for miles to see if that, the pen, normalizes enlamado work in this blog.
to me all this paraphernalia and media hysteria, the truth is that I was afraid. It scared me milk, I engarruñaron fingers, hands and left me I went to a fire.
The truth is that none of this has happened. Nobody has sent the request or anything. Except for two or three messages asking the General if I am not dead, nothing more. But you'll see ... this year I will not give his blessing urbi et orbi.

I think this is such a radical change of lifestyle that we are having my fierce wife and his napkin. We do not believe in anyone.
In my last delivery, I talked to had quit smoking and that already in itself is chaotic. The truth is that at first it was very difficult and if it was not one of those electronic cigarettes, insurance would have read the red note the terrible murder of the general by his faithful eunuch. On second thought, maybe you could have read my first hands of the terrible beast.
But that's not all dear friends would say Raúl Velasco: There's more! (God gave us, God hath taken away. Blessed be his holy name.) In addition to leaving the service terrible but delicious cigar, we've put on a diet. Thus, a diet to lose weight. Same as we have monkeys eating fruit as móndrigo Chapultepec all day. The moment we stop eating fruit, eat grass. Occasionally when we leave eat a tasteless hot-dog, until we party. No fair!

Not content with this, we started to exercise. I month and a half I've been doing at least five times a week and General motivates me, accompanying me once a month. It does what it can.
She is given leeway to exercise and I give it to smoking. So sometimes I smoke a cigar. Because somewhere in my intricate and inscrutable mind, there is a belief that occasional cigar smoking does not count as smoking and José Alfredo Jiménez would say: Here we go.

So now I wake up early, I exercise, I go to work, I eat a healthy sandwich and a wheelbarrow papaya. After noon, I like some filth that my Pharaoh with his culinary expertise, more or less edible. After I eat an apple, back to work and I echo another block later. Coming home at night wanting to eat at Joey, only to discover that I have to eat a cup of green beans with salt. Also I can not smoke (rather than pure and suddenly) and coffee which is my other vice, I have done away the sugar, to replace the unspeakable Splenda, rather tastes like semen. I guess although I have never tried.
That has forced me to take my coffee with nothing and that my world has turned gray and sad, because for me the coffee is everything and it is with sugar. No way.
After this journey daily, ten o'clock at night I am a stubble street you want to sleep because I'm tired of exercise and a life has no meaning without all that fat, kills or pregnant.
The reward came yesterday when I weighed six kilos less and going for more. Although it would be more proper to say that we are less. I'm going to get so thin that the first thing I do, will make fun of all the fat. Not true, I will not do that. Amid all this

what time could I write? I predict that I will see little here in the coming months. Who knows. Maybe find another source of my powers and I you can re-write at least once a week. We shall see said the blind.

So far I have yet to tell the great news and I do so as soon as possible so that I will win. What's going to win? As the news man!
We are very pleased and excited about it, but I have not found the time and that if she deserves it.

For now here I leave this collaboration to the literature and if I feel rewarded with something, please do not make fruit. A hamburger would be appreciated. Cattle also a paella. "Ai" what is your will for this poor couple of hungry ex-smokers.