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not remember what had been my purpose for the past year. I wanted to go over to see what had been achieved and what is not. I did not know or remember what he had asked to 2009. Fortunate to have been Internet, which enabled me to recover what escribí hace 364 días. Pedía, básicamente, felicidad, tranquilidad y experiencias. Eso me ha dado. No me puedo quejar.

Tomaré como referencia el discurso de ZP de la cumbre de Copenhague para resumir mi año: Ha habido momentos malos, demasiado malos, y momentos buenos, demasiados buenos . Eso ha sido. Llegar a hoy no ha sido tarea fácil en muchas ocasiones, pero tampoco ha sido demasiado difícil. Vosotros no habéis permitido. Me habéis ayudado a seguir adelante cuando más os necesitaba, cuando ya no creía en nada. Me habéis dado energía y fuerza. Ánimos y esperanza.

So do not give thanks to 2009, because it was not he who has given me back the happiness that he had taken me. You were you. One by one they have contributed a bit to that day, when I review the year, think more in good times and bad. And especially, I will thank you. You have restored me the illusion, I've given away so many kisses, smiles and hugs as I needed. I've reached out, asking nothing in return. Thanks.

So by 2010 and the new decade, do not ask what the English proverb: virgin me stay as I am, because I'm made to order more. I want to be. I want to grow, get better and be happier still. I deserve more and I will get.

HAPPY 2010!

TO FINISH MY SONG OF YEAR: "You Found Me " The Fray (The video is a short film made to promote "Wish You Were Here" by Daniel Caccamo Solé)

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Forever Young

I can not start all those memories. The perfect reflection of who he was, what were my tastes, my hobbies ... shaped my youth. I have the radio on, just pay attention. I prefer to immerse myself in the ritual of taking off heat, remove pins. Occasionally I stop to look closely at the memories I'm about to disappear, to break into pieces. Last time I decide if I throw it in the bin or box that I hope to rescue him someday. Each image reflects that dream, that illusion, that instant.

Forever Young, I Want To Be Forever Young ... wake from my reverie to hear that chorus of Alphaville. Curiosities are curious, I think, despite the redundancy. All postponed late this time and just when I decide to get down to work, the presenter decides that the right song is this, that I need. It's so hard to get old ...

The walls have been bare. The room looks even bigger now that he has lost everything. I left the famous calendar frames so it is not too forsaken all, to not feel out of place. That still has to be my site.

Now I just need to rediscover emotions and memories. Moments worth remembering the time, who earn a pulse to be immortalized on the walls. Only the best will succeed, Will you be the hero of the following?

SONG OF THE DAY: " Forever Young" Alphaville

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Elizabeth Gillies Boobies

This morning

This morning I can feel your corners at the tips of my fingers,
the thinness of your mouth filtering through my mouth, warm air
your back. I can feel

also
the sun in the window up telling

in each of the echoes left by the silence of midnight.

And your absence from the corridors, bedding, chairs ...


And I can name you, this morning,
absent and serene in the warm wind
September 1 September

foreign and distant
September 1 where

day-no truce fall under

your voice ...

(And what is, after ,
the syllables of your name air fading ...)

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Suma y sigue (Vol.15)

was studying. Chastise. I was trying to study: the mind blank at the beginning and the notes in the spotlight. He tried not to think about you, but how could she just having you by my side? Gradually I found a way. I guess I got used. Knew touch of 8 could be together, no papers involved. Just you and me. Mano a mano. Willing to eat the world. It was why he could not read two lines followed, which was to come was too bright, I wanted to make all possible plans and imagine it a thousand times.

Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending as we see it), came the miracle: I managed to go into the matter. I guess I thought that the sooner ended, before we could go. It was as if you had gone. And before I knew it, before miss you, a pat searched the palm of my hand. Your fingers were intertwined with mine softly. Your thumb drawing circles in my skin. Not articulate a word. It was not necessary. In that picture was only room for three: you, me and our complicity.

SONG OF THE DAY: "We Are Okay " Joshua Radin

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