For me, Christmas is an important holiday, beyond the spirit of consumerism, the flies, and shrill of the city lights is a joyful moment in which there is time to make a stop and share a little with people love, to enjoy the illusion of children (my nephews and the rest) To close a cycle, start a new one, hoping that will come with better news than the last. I have often said on this blog that this time they motivate me to be happy, to appreciate more what life offers me, especially because I know that others are not so lucky.
do not go into a bubble and ignore that the world is spinning rapidly so destructive to many, however, I would selfishly think about here and now, my people are good and when I say my people, too I mean those with whom I have no contact, but whom I love and want, to those who hate me a little, because that is another way of loving me, which I already forgot, because I was only in his life a leaf that has already dried, and I see from afar wondering who I am.
is difficult to keep the joy when you are aware, I bet for keeping it so stubborn and almost irrational, that's what I learned. At this time, my grandmother used to gather all his children and grandchildren in the house with great sacrifice of life given to each of them. Around a large table in the courtyard, kneaded with love, laughter, what would be our Christmas dinner, at bottom, an old record player singing the songs of Nancy Ramos. My uncles, stoked the fire of firewood to roast banana leaves to cover the bread made his mother and sisters (including my mother) with a glass of wine in hand. All had ended a period of hard work in different parts of the country during the year, and left the front door, sorrows and frustrations to share in one night, the joy of being together at last. We, the young stars correteábamos between powder and traqui, Trachis, as happy as it should be the innocent children, beyond the disastrous life that could bring our parents, we were the cousins \u200b\u200bhappy, doing all sorts of misdeeds Child refugees in the bustle of Christmas.
Yes, I learned a Christmas hot, noisy, with people, no hard feelings, selfless, loving, to December 25 amazing new toys, what was on the table came from the land, not a supermarket consumer, which had in the arms of my grandmother and my aunts can not buy in the Boqueria, the brightness of joy in the eyes of my mother is the nicest pictures that have made my eyes. So, for these priceless memories, I get a luxurious dress with joy and enthusiasm for these pearls of night, and I enjoy the most of what I've learned to enjoy the joy of December, the protective embrace of my beloved, generosity of my friends, complicity of the universe, love that blows in my hair, whispering Lila ... I love you! And even in this cool breeze that nests in my bones.
To all who have been with me through thick and thin, in 2010, I want to be with whomever they want to be forever, not just at this time, the light is flood of beauty that their souls are pregnant with hope, joy and love that health treated with respect, and above all that they remain with me always, in this blog and in my daily life. Thanks to all, including those in the distance took the phone when needed.
the day painting in clubs ..... and television networks scares staff with the weather, I told my father to this upper air has been touring or rain or snow. 
the end 13 brothers led by the Prior Ruben had the holy and infernal audacity to go to the trap that the evil had tended Safor. Under the auspices of the Immaculate Conception and the reading of one of the most beautiful psalms that I know started the event. 
Cooling the bebienda. 
In the photos above in full roost 
snapshots in rubble over drunk. 
Party Group. 
The Closures, nor are all that are, or are all those who are, in addition to missing the bowler Mr. Broker's. The 
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Side Effects. It was sleepy, do not think evil. 
