So reads the title of Robert Johnson
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Report Cards Templates For 3 Year Old
She: Understanding Feminine Psychology
So reads the title of Robert Johnson
So reads the title of Robert Johnson
Monday, October 13, 2008
Toronto Airport Cruising
Toro not Cry No such spondyllus
Once upon a night of 2004, I can not remember the month, much less the day in the middle of the sheets I am, with frosted body with sweat, I opened my eyes, I ran into the darkness am. Time: 3 to 3 minutes. I remembered as I held his head, my friend Claudia Cusco, told me that was the time when the souls and dreams that have the greatest significance. The images were repeated seizures returned. What I just dream was so vivid that my heart was beating fast and fast for print, without saying a word, without any thought comes to me, I cried, and tears came the certainty of a decision: Never again in my life never eat beef (or bull).
Each step he lifted the dust tierroso was seated on the floor, there was a smell of wet garbage in the environment, I remember clearly that smelled so the streets when they took me to the center of Lima in the eighties (although some still keep that stench, as if ensconced in the cement), we arrive at the plaza de Acho, worldwide sold out orange juice, I approached one of the posts and I was just hypnotized by the stripping device oranges and made the shells were coiled ribbons to infinity. Orange smell and wet garbage, the empty buckets of paint were the waste bin improvised all posts, I wanted to catch the shells rolled, but they seemed so beautiful that it made me reach. In the instant that my hand was decided to play a roller orange, I was transported to the arena itself, but the plaza de Acho was like a citadel itself, had even mounds of earth and could see distant houses, were the perfect people tierroso dust, the sun was strong, and I sensed that I should not be seen.
Oeeeee, oeeeee, shouted some youths with a rash on his legs, came up to me, how I have seen, I wondered, but it was not me they were looking, they passed close to my hiding place, they were like 7, all with very dirty clothes, his body assaulted by vermin bites, all eyes injected with poverty and violence. I looked at the back of the body, I did not belong there, not to be discovered.
Tuuuuuuuuuu, Tuuuuuuuuuuuu, Tuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu was serious and sustained sound that seemed to call, the great ship departed, then gentlemen, the Plaza de Acho is not just a fortress, was an ocean liner, we were moving, where we would not know , nor never knew. For some reason it did not worry me, as to the movement of large contraption that kept a city of intense sun and dust tierroso within its enormous magnitude, I saw a piece of sky and sea, ever denser and more blue light they had seen my eyes, the colors blurred together which impressionist painting, the light fell so generous over the water looked so hot and cool at the same time, I felt that towards the sea that point we were going to lead. More
a twinge in his chest made me turn to the opposite side.
I wanted to scream but could not, I would discover the horror that was about to witness.
had in the breeze roofing environment, there was a man, a tall dark and solid, had brought olive green pants, bare-chested still remember so clearly, the movement of the muscles of his back, the shadows were walking in your body. The turned brown, I hope I never meet face that reality, his face was calm, but his eyes, ah, had a dull and fatal flash. Something bad would happen.
A bull, black with black fur, so that looked blue, letting the air breathed his chest swell. I saw the bull, and I felt I knew him as my Platero, like a companion that my mind could not remember. The animal was huge and impressive, of those fighting bulls that their symmetry and purity were designated as studs, so that the offspring have the majesty of the father.
The man, who was also barefoot, rolled up the hem of his pants, his legs a little separated the picture reminded me of the black preachers of the watercolors of Pancho Fierro: aguaterito bad yerberito miserable, bloody milk.
From his belt, the poor man took a stick and with the strength of his heart corrupt, hit the bull, the bull takes, takes. The bull kept his integrity, but his thoughts were somehow connected with mine, I said look, look what this man makes me. The executioner downloaded strength against the animal's body, but not happy with that, I grabbed her legs and raised his head and, using ropes, raised the animal to the tip of a tall pole that was there, then swiftly climbed the dark as far as The bull was bruised, he pulled a dagger from his belt and began to cross the flesh of the animal. The bull bellowed, throwing no complaint, but tears began to like glass eyes, I could feel his pain, but my cowardice kept me in my hiding place, the bull's voice replied in my mind Help me, Julia, help me. I can not, could not do it, man would kill me too.
By the hand of the murderer ran the blood of his victim, wanted to scream, wanted to run, but I stood there, witnessing the murder of my bull, he would say, why not help me, I apologized, I could not hold back the tears, I felt the helplessness own animal and drowning in my throat. Finally the bull laid eyes on me and called me with his last breath, why hast thou forsaken me.
Blame and punishment for those words got so deep in me, I woke up with anguish. Then the sweat from the body, then the time, then the tears brought me the decision not to betray the bull anymore. My mouth would no longer contain his blood and flesh.
People who invite me to dinner, do not tell them my dream, I say simply that I am against the ways and breed the animals we eat, or just do not like meat.
I can not write more, sorry, I must leave this memory.
Again bothers someone invited me to eat at home, uncomfortable because they do not like red meat and sometimes people can not understand. Oh ya, you eat the salad and rice, but is not the prey? No, ma'am, thank you. I miss you little juices a little time. No, ma'am, please, is little juices same. Ah, now, and why, ah? Then again I'll tell you why not.
Once upon a night of 2004, I can not remember the month, much less the day in the middle of the sheets I am, with frosted body with sweat, I opened my eyes, I ran into the darkness am. Time: 3 to 3 minutes. I remembered as I held his head, my friend Claudia Cusco, told me that was the time when the souls and dreams that have the greatest significance. The images were repeated seizures returned. What I just dream was so vivid that my heart was beating fast and fast for print, without saying a word, without any thought comes to me, I cried, and tears came the certainty of a decision: Never again in my life never eat beef (or bull).
Each step he lifted the dust tierroso was seated on the floor, there was a smell of wet garbage in the environment, I remember clearly that smelled so the streets when they took me to the center of Lima in the eighties (although some still keep that stench, as if ensconced in the cement), we arrive at the plaza de Acho, worldwide sold out orange juice, I approached one of the posts and I was just hypnotized by the stripping device oranges and made the shells were coiled ribbons to infinity. Orange smell and wet garbage, the empty buckets of paint were the waste bin improvised all posts, I wanted to catch the shells rolled, but they seemed so beautiful that it made me reach. In the instant that my hand was decided to play a roller orange, I was transported to the arena itself, but the plaza de Acho was like a citadel itself, had even mounds of earth and could see distant houses, were the perfect people tierroso dust, the sun was strong, and I sensed that I should not be seen.
Oeeeee, oeeeee, shouted some youths with a rash on his legs, came up to me, how I have seen, I wondered, but it was not me they were looking, they passed close to my hiding place, they were like 7, all with very dirty clothes, his body assaulted by vermin bites, all eyes injected with poverty and violence. I looked at the back of the body, I did not belong there, not to be discovered.
Tuuuuuuuuuu, Tuuuuuuuuuuuu, Tuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu was serious and sustained sound that seemed to call, the great ship departed, then gentlemen, the Plaza de Acho is not just a fortress, was an ocean liner, we were moving, where we would not know , nor never knew. For some reason it did not worry me, as to the movement of large contraption that kept a city of intense sun and dust tierroso within its enormous magnitude, I saw a piece of sky and sea, ever denser and more blue light they had seen my eyes, the colors blurred together which impressionist painting, the light fell so generous over the water looked so hot and cool at the same time, I felt that towards the sea that point we were going to lead. More
a twinge in his chest made me turn to the opposite side.
I wanted to scream but could not, I would discover the horror that was about to witness.
had in the breeze roofing environment, there was a man, a tall dark and solid, had brought olive green pants, bare-chested still remember so clearly, the movement of the muscles of his back, the shadows were walking in your body. The turned brown, I hope I never meet face that reality, his face was calm, but his eyes, ah, had a dull and fatal flash. Something bad would happen.
A bull, black with black fur, so that looked blue, letting the air breathed his chest swell. I saw the bull, and I felt I knew him as my Platero, like a companion that my mind could not remember. The animal was huge and impressive, of those fighting bulls that their symmetry and purity were designated as studs, so that the offspring have the majesty of the father.
The man, who was also barefoot, rolled up the hem of his pants, his legs a little separated the picture reminded me of the black preachers of the watercolors of Pancho Fierro: aguaterito bad yerberito miserable, bloody milk.
From his belt, the poor man took a stick and with the strength of his heart corrupt, hit the bull, the bull takes, takes. The bull kept his integrity, but his thoughts were somehow connected with mine, I said look, look what this man makes me. The executioner downloaded strength against the animal's body, but not happy with that, I grabbed her legs and raised his head and, using ropes, raised the animal to the tip of a tall pole that was there, then swiftly climbed the dark as far as The bull was bruised, he pulled a dagger from his belt and began to cross the flesh of the animal. The bull bellowed, throwing no complaint, but tears began to like glass eyes, I could feel his pain, but my cowardice kept me in my hiding place, the bull's voice replied in my mind Help me, Julia, help me. I can not, could not do it, man would kill me too.
By the hand of the murderer ran the blood of his victim, wanted to scream, wanted to run, but I stood there, witnessing the murder of my bull, he would say, why not help me, I apologized, I could not hold back the tears, I felt the helplessness own animal and drowning in my throat. Finally the bull laid eyes on me and called me with his last breath, why hast thou forsaken me.
Blame and punishment for those words got so deep in me, I woke up with anguish. Then the sweat from the body, then the time, then the tears brought me the decision not to betray the bull anymore. My mouth would no longer contain his blood and flesh.
People who invite me to dinner, do not tell them my dream, I say simply that I am against the ways and breed the animals we eat, or just do not like meat.
I can not write more, sorry, I must leave this memory.
Concolón at six hours: Well, do not eat meat since then, the only treatment that is consuming the fish, sometimes when I'm in the whirlwind of work such as chicken. Toro, anything that walks on all fours, my friends tell me I am very impressionable, but I've never had a dream that has driven this way a part of my behavior, but the eyes of the bull does not allow me to betray him again. Yes, that dream I was impressed.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Baseball Center Pieces For Tables
What! Lady Bardales Endemoniada
Before discussing something personal, I want to cry out against the corruption widespread contagious disease which spreads in the state apparatus. First, the congressmen who are offended when asked to surrender operating expenses, which they manage, collude, then the filth in PetroPerú, which I suspect has not yet reached its ultimate consequences my old lady told me yesterday, but .. . Who is he that has recorded the conversations, are varied and at different times, Montesinos told anyone? Will the weapons Doc shows the government to treat him suevemente? Lanzo
soprano cry then, what this shell, dammit. Here
just below, a song that is nothing to do with the situation, but The Smiths always appropriate.
Before discussing something personal, I want to cry out against the corruption widespread contagious disease which spreads in the state apparatus. First, the congressmen who are offended when asked to surrender operating expenses, which they manage, collude, then the filth in PetroPerú, which I suspect has not yet reached its ultimate consequences my old lady told me yesterday, but .. . Who is he that has recorded the conversations, are varied and at different times, Montesinos told anyone? Will the weapons Doc shows the government to treat him suevemente? Lanzo
soprano cry then, what this shell, dammit. Here
just below, a song that is nothing to do with the situation, but The Smiths always appropriate.
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