Fito's big, very big, always sings just what I want to scream ...
From the certainty from the quiet, from the deep sincerity of listening in silence my soul. (Today I know, and know it is not little ...) Maybe that's why there is no nostalgia in your memory. Never stops learning, never, never grow, but never is left to die.
Uff, how much peace ... many that I'm swimming in the Mediterranean in winter, without noticing the cold ...
love one that you love him, either a woman or a man, ye be monogam or @ s @ s polygynous, wine or water, the sunrises and sunsets, the sea or the sea, the meat or the pescau ... you'll have a good day in the company of what you love.
P ues if disaster dear readers of this blog, Reuben locovinícola La Safor is proposing this crazy vertical of strangisssh ...
"... the March 6 will make a special Champagne tasting, a vertical The Closerie the years 99-03-04-05-06-07-08. It never made a wine tasting in the world as it is a young winery but with great quality backed by rewards and wine drinkers. Whoever wants to go has to tell me urgently since only be 11 people that can prove all champagnes paired with a special menu ... " announces it in his blog and made me part of his madness by making me cook the stuffing ... B oquerón, cheese, eggs and campari M ejillón juice and vermouth jelly saline
opa S Corn powder Quico ling duck eggs
B acalao (unsalted) topped with mousseline of garlic and beans with mint
Eaves G carpaccio, its essence, apple, cucumber and bacon with cinnamon croutons
S uprema pigeon and cous cous with grilled purple
Almon S orange and anise potato
The financial contribution to the menu and wines will be 55 or 60 euros participant, only 11 places available, which I believe there are only 2. Booking
Yesterday I spent several things. Well, as I've said in previous chapters of this shortness of novel writing with my particular world, little by little I'm driving. For now, the neighborhood.
These days, I even ventured into the country by a section of the Maresme. I could not much to the cyclists, hormones rampage me, I'm delighted with their asses, legs, brazotes and I almost slammed into them. Anyway ... As I am so proud, I will always blame my ineptitude to blame for the steering wheel, my husband taught me well, has no patience. Anyway, I hate when I drive. Listen to your voice haunts me and blah, blah, blah ... But it's so ... It's your fault. Last night, I parked, (not to say the least, it costs a wuevo and a pair of ovaries ...) I say, "I the town hall, and come. Wait here. I leave it to a safe distance from the dumpster and then get out, I know ... and I need a football field to exit.
He who knows all, tells me: "But
, turn it off! .... That gasoline costs money ... Damn! You must tell me is that I did not know, to remember that I have to turn it off, because even I forget to keys ... Must it be so ironic?
I hate when I drive, is literal, I hate him to death ... I'm still in the rain, defecating in his mother, his family dead, and the entire genre in the whole world. I get to City Hall, waiting for the official complacent reasons to drain me of my anger with her. I have a face of a bad person ... (really, at that time, I am a 34 years old and terribly bad cherished unpleasant).
She serves me well, does its job, I can get my hate (diablos!!) I return the car ... Lord, so cute! moved the car, I felt I should stick it in the Dumpster ... I had nothing to do. I could not just scratch the testicles, or removed the mucus, as all men all the time ...
Of course, I said booming:
- Open up more!, Open up more!, That you open! ...
has passed, I opened it. It gets on my nerves and scraped the container. I preferred that to give the coming across (Dios!!! Damn men! can not be quiet for a while!) I swear that I will lesbian. I put this blog as a witness, I will be lesbian, I swear ...
Then I called a friend of Venezuela, she wants to die because her husband left, Mal Mala counselor time friend ... looking ...
My feet ... They are certainly what I like about my body, and they're tiny and cute, some Sometimes I get an uncomfortable finger Callito in dwarfs, but still, they, my dear little feet, which take me back and forth without ever complaining that they do not value your opinion on the way forward. For almost 33 years took their first shaky steps, even when often inclined to reach the heights have been filled with joy, and discovering new worlds for my senses. You are mine, I'm very proud to wear brightly forever, spoil you from time to time to cuddle more, overall I'm glad you are strong, young and healthy ...
finish a deserved tribute to such wonderful examples, I have to say that every day I drive a little better, and perhaps within a very little, can go to my madarinitas mercadona by driving alone, without anyone but me take my little feet and a few euros gasoline ... (You have to be honest by saying that I had to do therapy for it) is also necessary to say that I have lucky to have you, good luck ... Every day decorate my days with your sweet company. Yes, the company's prettier than you can dream, I supermegaenamorada ... And that's not so silly as that's a tangible reality as well as my feet. I love you, I love you and need you so much, that haunts me the idea that you're not morning to give me your love, your kisses, that vocesita entre tierna y asustadiza que se inquieta por mis malcriadeces infinitas...