March 2011

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Example Commcercial Offer

breezes ...

... drenched in rain ...

Beautiful song on the YouTube site:

Monday, March 28, 2011

Functions Of The Parts Of A Toad

In the Meantime ...

Write ideas on pieces 140 hurt when you sit down to write and you realize you've already said many things, then it is harder to come and have a good catharsis.

Now I have to get used to the idea that you will not be with me and although not told me anything, I will not continue to create false expectations, Madrazo would be worse. If there is a madrazo. But if there ... And so I am all the time, like a tightrope, I know that eventually I will fall, on one side and we're not together and the other side continue as before. Sometimes

accept that everything ends, which from the beginning I knew this would happen, I said I would prepared and I gave it my best to make you happy as we were, I should not worry and that after feeling bad, get over it. Then breathe relieved, I am concerned, I go, I hope things while you have to say. But other times I say it's all happening very fast and I fail to understand, I do not want that to happen, I would like to hear that you're just going through a bad time and all is fine and that this was just a bad dream and go back to make us happy and share. According to my limited capacity to understand, that's what is happening, confusion. And I wait. What if I put up with an old fool? Yes, I reread those fragmentitos

of happiness together and that's when I might not all go away so easy, like trying to fit an elephant under the rug so that nobody notices and nobody would notice with a properly sized rug, but the elephant is still there. I find it hard to believe that overnight you are thinking not worth pursuing, you do not want to leave, they lock you in the distance and coldness. Nor do I know if I wanted some and you're walking away because it is not enough or if I loved a lot, so much that I got scared.

But let's go slow, take your time, and both know that we are ready to continue together or each one by their side and not a hasty decision. Moments bitter will be nothing if it can make you happy again with what I am.

"I love you, I miss, I miss you"

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Ankle Hurting When Driving

continued my usual route. Inspired

Animal World

(short story).

Desolate, compared to a light pink tone that penetrated my pupils and I reached the center of the brain, waiting in line, like all others-in unbearable wait for my turn.

tried to avoid looking forward to not sharpen my suffering. But I could not avoid, at some point I was going to come a time and then have to make decisions.

Unfortunately, not being able to control my gaze, inadvertently directed towards the sinister cemetery appeared before me and exhibited so much horror. Death is seen everywhere, debris scattered in stacks, with traces of blood still with the taste of resignation that often have people who could not defend themselves ... those who met his death, unarmed and unprotected.

I was most worried of all, apparently suffered the most. The rest looked more tanned and as I was approaching a turn looked as if they draw a slight smile on his face.

Suddenly the manager looked at me firmly.

I was there before him, then asked:

What do you think that you're so scared face? See that here we do not kill people ...

A légrate your turn has come.

What are you going to wear?

immediately replied: Give me two big chickens, two kilos of roast, three kilos of vacuum, two depths, a rack of pork, chicken supreme ten, twelve pork sausage, four kidneys, and also the largest croaker, which is in the conservative next door.

Once cleared, I paid my own, and carry things in the trunk. I was thinking that, perhaps, on Sunday not decompose over time and should stop at half way to buy firewood.

I had already forgotten that image of matted dead animals ... all this body of these pieces sectioned and inert seemed to look in the refrigerator on the farm "Animal World", where he used to do my usual shopping.

However, since entering the garage at my house, I came to my mind one last thought:

Are we humans the more "animals" (pejoratively speaking) of all species ?

... d fter the life I led them through the usual ways.

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Author: Jorge Horacio Richina.