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this post I have finalized a while. But it is published now or a week later (I'm gonna have a connection to 56 kbps and restricted to two hours on Sundays). So here it is. Ea.

symbols you come down and bottom to top to read them.

They yell succubi.

and is already thinking of surrender in his fight,

the find out if it is real

or is he himself who creates

in excesses, they do

that even the suenos creates absurdities.

His mind Aurea

yellow today

like smoke white walls.

Travel psychedelia areas

ever said to save a fight.

know what is normal

and not good at it.

forms understand

and the smoke.

time like

MLXC

As always, start with one of those straws mind I write and when I read later that surprised me, needed to realize some things. If constructive self-criticism did not hurt.

Sometimes I know that almost everything I've learned has been in theory.

But not before an irrational reaction making its way comes down the set of perfect ideas where I live.

I managed to overcome what Marta until I talk to her and I fall apart. CHTML ea changing no less involved in my surroundings.

different

not believe the key to know how to act differently but for bringing me to practice each key.

In short, to finish as I want to be frustrated and begin to be.

I force myself to believe I can, but I'm beginning to wonder if I grew up in the right direction or creating me so many ideas true to life I have been away from it.

I do not know if I should reject them and to some extent myself to be who I am or think that what we aspire to is possible and even nor the effort I've put enough.

What is real: my ideas or my limits?

My limits are only in my head as Matrix spoon (pardon the stupid example, but can not get it out of my head).

But as my skills: the idea that I can change from within is not just another reality of cardboard.

few months ago I read somewhere

"In theory, the theory is the same as practice. In practice, no. "

In my case the difference between theory and practice is that in my actions, impulses are too heavy in relation to rational conclusions, however clear that things are in my head.

That so far has been part of my personality is the limit that implies all the others, and therefore the only one that matters if it's real or fictional. To overcome that strength just need rational in principle lack.

Did I need to eat the head at this point? Well, apparently yes, but I'm not enough timeamong several alternative plans, something I love.

My family complaining that I saw recently, and the truth is that I went with that feeling. Bed, friends, family, music ... Too many things that take time for a day with only 24 hours.

Speaking of family, I discovered that something happened that everyone knows but nobody wants to remember. I think my cousins as much as I do not know. I confirmed my sister that, while my generation was already eight years old when I (and I'm the most after her) came into the world, and has always been for us in the older group. Now I have the sensationNo relationship could be my mother) and is something that gives some importance.

is rare. See you all at the entrance of the church. There's pranks, no one is sad. We went in and during Mass, as every year, I again do not know what to do if you get up or not, when to do it ...

If I cross my eyes with my family but his eyes smile on all of my grandparents, hurt and I have to hold back the tears. Then we went and go with the same courage than before.

I was very young when he died. Not only remember little of it, but I was not aware of what had perdido until long afterwards. I remember my grandmother asking "Is it not wanted?" Because I do not mourn when we remember seeing. O was not fully conscious or had banished that made my head that did not hurt, I do not know

was so used as to conceive Almería as something separate from the rest of my known world, I found it strange to see me walking down the beach with Marta. Arrived one morning, we took a walk around town with the mochilones, bathe and went to the campsite in a village called San Jose. That night in the square to enjoy the spectacle worth seeing an Argentinian able to give snacks to Manzanto while juggling the fruit in question and two machetes, all this standing on a suitcase. However, nothing was as admirable as the patience with which he endured dozens of children before their parents do not lose a chance to screw the role, why he was forced to make about eight "world's largest bubble" until they got tired and changed the number. Morning at the beach I was stung by a jellyfish and Marta afternoon went.

in Almería was until 27 August.

Well, the following would be a considerable billet, so theleave for the next post.

embellish Give me a smile and face my song Mala - The Pulquería

I am saying goodbye.

Visit Episkaia . Is now almost a year old. Soon the final pitch to the airwaves with Episkaia Teleúve.

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laesfera . With projects in Wisconsin, Madrid, Zaragoza and Zafra.

I remember being an example of what I preach.

I soon forget that one day I was sane

and I was a pig.

If I said I did not remember as I remember.

I talked shit.

Forgive my scars if you still remember it.

swear I'll forget that I have to forget.

Jarte I'll laugh and Marcelo to mourn.

And remember all the things that remain to be done,

to what remains to win, to what's left to lose.

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And remember that day the sun can rise without you.

And I have to bury and I have to die.

much that I lost - Zulu Time

not to enter the new year, but I have new goals.

Study more. In the ESO, Bachillerato and Selectividad helped me learn two days earlier. Even in February, with only three quarterly. But come June and will not be easy.

phased in the world of free software. Install Ubuntu.

Learning to use Reason, which took one and a half saying.

Producing more and better. Go further.

culturizarse

more. Panchito fill