I open eyes carefully. The light bothers me. I think I slept for a while. I look out the window trees and street lights going on. Seeking a signal that tells me how high we are. Llavaneras is the next junction. It is less. Luckily I missed the dizziness of the first turn. These roundabouts kill us every time we take. I look to my left. You also have slept. And each time you do, you caught my hand affectionately. Achievement decipher what chords correspond melody ringing in your iPod. Yes, it captures something. And yes, you've made Dylan. Keep making me grace that you put your God to sleep. For me is impossible. I'll let you decide as you, although I think anytime you break his neck. To hang I'll get some of the son of your god. Something This Way Comes is the theme. Oh you break me! I have been thinking. In my lap is the jersey I always have to travel if they put the wind whistled. I decide that I will support him gently on the shoulder, for you to use a pillow. With one hand (the other one got caught yet) and put them carefully folded. On the first pitch to give something soft (instead of the usual dry whip) and you wake up. I smiled, I say you love me and closes her eyes. I love to travel with you.
SONG OF THE DAY: Kenny Rogers "I Can not Unlove You "
The short, cold coffee, your back, half-open windows and dust under the bed. The screams that reverberate in the street, dirty curtains, covered ashtray, medium vessels end. The yellow leaves of the books, the second, pillows, oblivion. Oblivion and nostalgia that resound in the house and the screams coming from the street. Promiscuity, innocence, desire, loneliness, attention. The dust that mixes with the absence denoting seconds and the curtains that hide the view corridor and the silent corner of the house. The melody that echoes the footsteps that echo the voices of the books that resound. Names such as eddies, rocks, pencils, blindfolded and hands (the sublime). Records, coins, white walls, tables sloppy, sex, breathing Baldoz inertia. The carpet, crumbs, comb, leaks, and the last-ever first-of all kisses. Sheets, your hair as a sham, and ashes. Both world it purports to get in and out of oblivion as currency, and without permission.
aside the criticism, romantic and self-entries to denounce a fact that we saw last September 23 in the program Sálvame Telecinco chain.
The world of the heart has been corrupted over the years. You are now monopolized by Belén Esteban and yours. What if your daughter has to eat the chicken, that if you do communion if you now go or not go with his father, now and now I'm getting married and separated in a while I reconcile myself ... Too bad the country has to go so that what matters most is the woman who (as defined by Ángel Martín) the jet touched a bullfighter . We also understand that with the current situation is normal for people to take shelter in these programs. Save me has become the king of the afternoon program, and day after day, rave more. A clear example was the Karmele Marchante (our protagonist now) showing how to use balls Chinese (during childhood) and his circus in the issue number 100. Here are the videos.
But that's not what worries me most . What I have come today to denounce a play of the journalist, who tired of talking about Lucy Stone and criticize Pipi Estrada, making stoppages to make it clear that feminist and independence (if that's fine, but do not forget to eat because of Spain), decided to play a hot topic and dangerous program in the past: abortion. I will not go in if I'm in favor or against and the reasons for my position. However, I feel obliged to show my opposition to such facts. Personally, I think it is a matter to be treated with great care, because people have very different ideas, which are normally very opposite poles (a few people find in the middle). Therefore, frivolous about the issue is a lack of respect that should not be allowed.
Karmele decided to devote a medley to the public that was present. A medley that began with a song of clowns and that in a few seconds changed the lyrics. I leave you with the transcript and the audio (I could not get the video yet). The latter shows that I am not the only one who is against these "statements", because as you see, little by little is being alone.
JJ. Vázquez: Lighting, please, the three ...
Karmele: And the crowd to accompany me ...
"Monday before lunch, a girl was playing ... aborted So, so, so. So I aborted well, well. So I saw aborted. pa'delante Feminism, sexism
pa'atrás ... I'm single ...
flew, flew, flew Carrero ... oh, and the left wing .. .
In this last line also observe that charged into a victim of ETA . And many will say it was Falangist and Prime Minister of Spain during the dictatorship, but do not forget who was killed by a terrorist and that, personally, I think it must ensure respect for all.
hope that does not let things like this happen, I prefer to talk about good things and moments that I do not twitch.
