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offer my sincere apologies to readers of this space ...

The bad part is that this blog will no longer be updated again!

The good part is that we spend the "anonymity" criticized by some opponents of the project to a real project

news ... Right now we are working on a professional news website covering the municipalities of Temoac, Jantetelco, Jonacatepec , Tepalcingo and Axochiapan ...

The first part of the project involves the Internet news portal and a printed version of what today is called "The Truth"

last Wednesday and circulated by the communities mentioned some examples of our first issue ...

The problem as always is how to finance the project ...
At the moment some advertisers accounted for a fraction of the cost of production but we are looking for ways to monetize the project ...

We wonder whether readers would be willing to pay something for the newspaper, something like 1 peso or 2 pesos per copy or

voluntary cooperation ... The first issue of the weekly "The Truth" cover government activities in the different municipalities ... but .... No, we will not be sold half if half plural where we publish all parts of the same History always observing mutual respect and above all looking for a solution to the problems exposed ...

Help us keep alive, developing and improving this project give us your comments if you're willing to pay any money for each copy of the newspaper ... Obviously

portal Internet will be totally free of charge and open access ....

hope your comments and stay pending because "Truth" is now circulating through the streets and online soon.

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The Confessions of Barber


The baby plays with dolls, want to be a mother and hides her fears, tells the secret of his misery, he promises that they will never fly through the pain of his 8 years ...

The baby grows, plays at being large, knows the taste of love and kisses to each man seeks love of his life, the father of her daughter and dreams of a family ...

The girl decides to become a mother, has discovered the man who complements the which encourages her to fly, who knows the pains of his 8 years, which heals his wounds and sowing hope in being ...

The girl is disappointed, the daughter does not arrive, the seized fears, love trembles and harasses her dark memories, the girl says it will not be a mother, broken, broken, wrist, look at her with sadness and even cry for her when she sleeps between nightmares ...

The girl is rebellious, has lost its faith in itself in your body, have taken my soul and she say some wounds caused only necessary to tear the pain of not being able ...

The baby is placed masks, save the worlds of others, was rebuilt from the ashes, close chapters his life and open many more, say at the bottom of their torments still cries, but nobody sees it and she did not allow it ...

The girl believed to be powerful, because he has lied to idea of \u200b\u200btaking in his life, giving to others, give your breath for the stories of others, the baby of a little re-finding, not yet known, but the senses ...

The baby has become a look in the mirror, does not believe that hope has emerged, refuses to believe that the truth is as real as its dreams, the girl discovers she is not alone, the girl has a new soul living her being ... The baby

has eliminated the pain ancestral blown anxieties, has kissed the destination and has regained the faith, the girl smiles and simplicity of his life a world of illusions ...

spontaneously opens

The girl dreams, see her wrists and are alone, nightmares have returned and the socks filled the spaces ...

Love turns to look in the eyes of the baby, the family is built piecemeal, as 9 months of life we \u200b\u200btravel slowly larger and chimeras ...

The girl and a woman, the girl has left wrists wealthy and is prepared to be a mother ...

The time has come, the girl, the woman, the mother ... is at peace and the world smiles for the baby next ...

Published October 19, 2009

Urbana - soyurbana@hotmail.com / / / soyurbana@gmail.com Author: Laura A. Pereyra

Panty Briefs On Old Women

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Shining Charizard Value

Woman Guilty


women are definitely guilty ...

do ... because it does not matter, they always find a way to one way or another, we charge with the complex, expensive and bad obviously blame for the events in question ...

If we inquire as mobs, Weird and never call us if we stay silent, because something happens to us and we

vibe ... If we do not want to go somewhere and poor are guilty for not wanting to share with friends and family if we accept we are always the same boring we do not want to interact with the world ... We

guilty of not knowing how to cook, if not creative when it comes to dinner, but if you prepare a good locro, challenge us for not having a light wave and healthy.

If we get much the center because we consume, if we stay much at home imploring us to give them air ...

If you talk much stunned, if we call silence we ask in great detail to tell them every moment of the day ...

If we are jealous of drowning if they do not question their outputs, or ask them anything and we are descariñadas

lack of love ... If we have a headache we crawled floras and if we are nymphomaniacs sex ...

we guilty of having a Suzie in the heart and wanting to get married and are a heartless if we continue with our lives as singles. We

negative if we put the points and we are lenient if they never say no ... We

tared if we love buying clothes and we are one human escraches if during one year does not change our look. We

trivial if we are once a month to the salon, neglected if we are without hair ...

dreaming if we have plans, we do not have pedestrian if a flow chart of our aspirations from here to eternity ... We

religious if we pray, we are agnostic if we believe in them ... We

suicide if they say we can not live without them, we are overcome if we ask the same freedom that life they demanded us ... We

misplaced if we clarify what we want and not a relationship, are autistic if we let them control everything ...

one way or another, they find a way to blame us as we are so used to let them talk and talk ... and talk ... we will give them the reason, if all we know that ultimately, after all, we do what we want, with or without fault including ...

Posted September 28, 2009

Urbana - soyurbana@hotmail.com / / / soyurbana@gmail.com Author: Laura A. Pereyra

Funny Quotes Marriage Sailing

During the last two months we have issued letters of common interest with the sole purpose of keeping people informed. We believe that these notes have fulfilled their mission and keep information online does not make sense because they confuse the news with the objective of personal revenge.

Truths For Tepalcingo reporting team is the priority but we firmly believe that respect for persons should be on top of paperwork, after all, respect is the first thing that society demands, we must then lead to respect for others to require that we treat equally.

We are nearing completion of a municipal administrative period and although there were many errors and omissions should not forget that we, the voters three years ago decided freely and democratically who would be our representatives, this year we elect a new administration, but our responsibility does not end on July 6, on the contrary, our moral obligation is to identify, demand, propose and assist in the day to ensure transparent and development Tepalcingo .

Every day is a new opportunity to be better and we can not we live remembering and regretting the past as this we are stagnant and full of frustrations we must learn from our mistakes, take our own responsibilities and above all working towards a bright future . Therefore

and full exercise of personal respect we have decided to remove the video clips and notes have done his fact-finding mission, we started then a new and inclusive information stage looking to continue denouncing the errors mainly propose solutions and work actively.

From here thanks to all readers and our commitment to continue working for social welfare to spread the feelings of the people of Tepalcingo.
Tepalcingo build a better, and take this opportunity to point out, demand, propose and work for the good of all.

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bag


female bag is the bane of women, not only because we love them and also because we are really women when we buy a good wallet or purse, but also because our life is in them ...

We can dispense with a coat of paint us would even say not to swim in the morning, but not we start the journey to the outside without our beloved bag Our leading little part into smaller all.

Some say it could get an animal out of our great fitting, I must admit that I once did not mention what type of insect it was, but there I realized that my life is and all her jewels ...

bag is part of our personality, colorful, simple, big, small, but undoubtedly our life is in him, our agenda, a book to not get bored, the keys to the house, car, garage, office and heaven, that obviously never encountered, because if something have the bags is a Triangle Bermuda where they disappear forever.

We may miss some molten lipstick always stain your hands when looking for something, but nevertheless still there, the tweezers to save us from uncomfortable situations and a perfumer to feel with new air.

Food is part of the bag is absolutely essential for every woman, especially sweets, are always needed to when we are hungry, we are low on sugar, so when we are unwilling and ill drink a good chocolate, caramel, nougat or a packet of biscuits are a good shelter to remove the penalties and continue eating the crumbs are obvious inside the bag, which already has a pad made leftover food sometimes takes a bad smell.

In the bag you can get to find the light slips five years ago, love letters from a boyfriend very last bus tickets and scorers palindrome full of numbers that we have no idea who they are. Scarves

used and new, we never know when we go to long to mourn and a mini makeup set ourselves beautiful in any situation, obviously the mirror is as essential as flossing, extra large wallet that has all the saints, mixed with credit cards, coins and money, coupled with photos of family and friends.

in a bag which comes through the unthinkable, a cancer spare underwear, wipes and obviously the cell phone as the keys disappear into the black hole somewhere ...

There is no doubt that our lives are wealthy or not so much in our handbag, that we embrace with despair, never give anyone happens to us and where we're going with us ... An extension of who we are, ourselves ...

Published September 14

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Author: Laura A. Pereyra

Retina Attatchment Operation

Fishing


male

Journey fishing may have multiple adventures in the light of your eyes can become a great adventure, while if a woman looks likely that the observations may have another dye, very different and far more critical or pathetic.

men go fishing or hunting failing because I estimate that side are connected with more primitive ancestors.

In the early days, long ago and far away, the men built their enhanced their virility and machismo with effort, to beat nature, the need to survive and get their daily food.

why I believe that both cling to the last male bastion that is going fishing, no matter if they get a fish, no matter how cold, hunger and bad times to pass, the release male power in those weekends they absolutely.

Away from the shadow women, men leave swiftly into lakes, rivers or lakes, where the expected strong sun, cold winter winds and setbacks immodesty's own outdoor living ...

can be whole day in a boat, looking lost trying to fish, the enthusiasm seems ever present, especially in men who are unable to recognize frustration as part of their lives, therefore as the hours pass and the fish no the bait, despair escapes through alcohol is always a good companion for allegedly hiding the pain and avoid the cold. Giving them excuses to make us believe we need to take sufficient doses, they always end up generating major attacks the liver, but obviously never recognize it.

After four hours of not having made a poor start to grow restless itch, let alone all day if you failed to catch anything, even less if one partner does most of the fish blatantly account, the group who claim to have spirit vanishes , put in a bad mood and there the adventure begins and ends precisely.

Consider that the man is a competitive and even more if the ego, which is the largest expanse of masculinity, does not bear fruit because unlike the old men fishing, these current claim that putting out into the water the fish say "there's a good man I want to fish I will give you the taste and die to show me proudly among their friends, ahhh and I'm going to comb because surely go out in the picture. "

So when fishing does not work, of course own the spirit nuisance outdoor feel, they would never accept it, I never hear talk about the inconvenience of sleeping in tents or in a sty on the fears that have when a storm catches in the middle of a lake or fights that should stand because a colleague is absolutely unbearable and all it serves is to annoy ... Obviously

never tell because they know that from the earliest times there was always a woman who told them "you see, I told you ..." , so add hope for the next fishing trip, they pray to the gods so that there is propagation of fish and to fish them all and for the spirit of adventure are entrenched in these modern times that sometimes seem to go against primitive desires of man ...

Published September 1, 2009

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Author: Laura A. Pereyra

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Goodbye ... Obsessive

Saying goodbye is not easy, nor look back and see the road traveled words, stories night, soaked in alcohol, worn lipstick kisses and broken dreams that emerged as we walk the night, revealing flashes Light souls ... Say goodbye

breath, with pain in his hands because there will not sprout more petting and meetings, the landscape drawn in code and some famous phrases that appeared in the unconscious slip when uncertain road takes you ...

We said goodbye to the overwhelming silence, the madness of women, those who filled our days adventures female hardwood forgotten and embarrassing for the memories ...

last salute to love, to those who with their unique stories of love, gave us letter, inspiration , envious dreams and hopes that nothing is lost, because we are saved caresses, the eyes help us to swim against the current, potential and two chimeras are always multiply into infinity ...

How many times have I said I hate dismissed and that feeling of dying a little unpleasant when we fail to see us or speak, but the constant cycle of life show us that his gait is smooth between the lost nights and mornings persecuted for night owls ...

unveiled

Among these stories, insomnia, late, quiet, close ties, we recognized, allowed to read the soul, and wept before the unfortunate pain of finding a bit of life itself ...

Among the letters, men and women, street, sleepy, elusive, recurring, lovers had their chance to be the dark and dim, paradoxically came to light, and were born and died in every story, in the following recognized truths and lies, in the corners and behind the bars of the gardens, secrets and places that never came ...

Saying goodbye is not easy I repeat once more, cut costs bond that unites us, the feeling seems to rise up and cry not come to birth, we sadly slips through the cracks of the soul, the certainty and doubt everything returns to its place, we never expected, but the corresponding ...

But parting is grateful for the experiences combined, for free speech and the wind, by dreams that find their way, captured by the sensitivity, with laughter as rain and because the other side there was one or many, or few, but there were eyes and soul and sensitivity to meet the woman of the stories because they all discovered that there was something that was specific characters or friend ...

The word had its space and the curvature of the term found its way, the path to move life, to portray the climate, everyday situations in the light of the poetry was another force ...

The last hug, between feelings and writing, I give all of you, who were there, to those friends and strangers, to the brave men who knew how to tell their lives as delivering the greatest treasure to so many know of them ... Thanks to you

, friends of the soul, which left me the portrait, the secretly asked to appear between these lines and that made history and it was worth telling ...

Will we find between new words, I will always remain Urbana, the stories of the night, here in the web of Prop we find every week, linking our feelings ...

Last Urbana Published in Supplement Journal Faces and Traces of Prop 23 August 2009

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Author: Laura A. Pereyra

Pain In My Throat Transferred To Earache

Sincerely certain human beings are not just annoyed with their attitudes, but it is unbearable to live with them, I speak specifically of obsession, and those people who made them a perfect place to its right. Holds up to an obsessive

basically means adapting to it, never gives the formula contrary, therefore, or live under authoritarian orders of their command or die in the attempt to obviate the formula that it ends up pulling off a balcony because it is very aggressive.

The Royal English Academy says that the obsession is a "p erturbación" (the quotes are my own) soul produced by a fixed idea and clearly that has all sorts of obsessive thoughts that persistently assail his mind and go crazy to which accompany them.

is common to hear comments such as "I'm obsessive cleaning", a phrase that may sound normal, if not every day that you perform a thorough disinfection of the home, cleaned up the houses of cockroaches, washed once a week all linen summer and winter so it does not hold odor in the closet and have all brands of cleaning products known and unknown, is the big supermarkets could be provided for cleaning the pantry has this obsessive who boasts that his home shine television advertising.

Even the children are singing to the cleaning, their foreheads seem to glow in her hair, one can reflect and knees or at least never have wear, not to mention a bit of dirt own games.

The earth feels disinherited of the house of the obsessive, has abandoned its attempts to hold a piece of furniture, the wind blows from the side, never enters the house, because he knows he expected the "obsessed" with a vacuum to lock him forever. Husbands do not know what they're always stepping on the floor with rugs under their feet, they are unable to sweat because she is there by putting deodorant, face the world, or even try to dirty thoughts it is certain that she discover them.

In this world of obsessions are those that all his life doing exactly the same, because it seems that it gives them security and must find a special charm to repeat the same behaviors in a standard fashion, or travel to the resorts themselves, their answer is that they were happy children, the issue is that they have repeated for 40 years, is going to the same inn life and ask the family room, which will complain if you have made any changes.

are always eating the same foods, their variations are mashed chicken fried steak, the steak with fries and noodles, as a religion, Sundays, includes a barbecue from time to time made by the usual barbecue and go to take a coffee the bar which is no longer attending almost anyone, because that test new space is not in his dictionary of life.

The check is obsessive about ten times that your house is in order before you leave, do not support open closets, arrange your clothes according to color like a clothing business side and seeking to revise the gas is closed, that the taps do not drip and that the dog has not moved out of place.

she closes her house also makes a mental check that it has met all predetermined guidelines to have the satisfaction of enjoying the world they face, of course done before a couple of sentences for no obsessive crosses their path, lest they have to withstand outside shocks.

Posted August 16, 2009

Urbana - soyurbana@hotmail.com / / / soyurbana@gmail.com

Author: Laura A. Pereyra

White Strands In Urine

Angeles


There are angels that appear in the corners, no wings, no white robes, with their simple eyes faded jeans and friends, those who help us without asking anything to save the day with a coin or a simple smile ...

The angels of heaven do not go through the air, or fly over our heads, walk with us, hear our cry for help at the very time when we need them, are those who take the time to say good morning and we take your hand when we are about to fall, those who without knowing wink and we even dare to ask how we are ...

earth angels get their hands dirty, they always do magic to make one more point in the table are the ones who have anything give us all, knowing that our name they dare to call a friend, who always have a tissue handy to dry our tears, without asking what caused the pain.

These earthly angels are those who walk like crazy falling in love with life, bringing together people, finding it stories, a mixture of cupids and matchmaking are givers and teaching opportunities to see the sunrise is closer than we think ...

These are the unexpected things that we care, even unknowingly, those who stand behind our steps waiting to get home, who warn us the good news and displayed without the call at the right times and necessary ...

Angels have not crowned, nor harps, guitars walk with their backs to provide the dreamers serenaded girlfriends, they put music to barbecue with friends and recite poems at night to arrive at the windows of poetry thirsty. Angels are

these rebels that we fight for just causes, those who put the chest and not afraid to shock, without doing violence which are more powerful than a thousand guns together, facing forward which put peace in what is believed

enemy ... Angels are around us are among us, only we must sharpen our ability to look at them, are no different to us, are unique, the flesh, laugh heartily and showed all his teeth, crying to the divine injustice and fight against all fires that cross their steps.

are no heroes, no great men, they are not like any picture that we saw are angels just shake you to cross the street, which return money from a forgetful, that give lucky numbers, that thanks when least expected, they call you by name, are those who do not forget birthdays and special dates to always have the detail that surprises you ...

angels of life, natural, everyday, do not have to distinguish spots or stains, or different colored eyes, exactly the same to us, but with the making of simple magic, how to run a breakfast to bed, to kiss with noise, giving a flower stolen from a garden at night or play hopscotch in the middle of this cruel winter and take us to heaven to take a little walk ...

These are the angels, those crazy cute notable for their spontaneity sewers, flying from the balconies and take away our feelings of happiness that makes us so ...

Angels are powerful, luminous, magical and divine, earthly humanly incredible, we know we should never ask how much because its limits are unexpected, but certainty is that they are always there at the right time and indicated, without question, a love that heals us, to forgive us salvation, life resurrects us when we think we are dead ...

angels from heaven on purpose to meet again with the side good things ...

To you that you are always there, on the other side ...

Published August 6

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Author: Laura A. Pereyra

How Do You Get Herpes In The Nose?

Roasted without

women men we complain because we are never included in the roast of his friends like a sacrilege to us that we take absolute power to adapt ...

Analyzing the landscape, listening to some men and basically being critical of what essentially are the women you come to the conclusion it is logical that we do not want to go with ...

men organized a barbecue in five minutes and there depart swiftly, if we have to wait for us an estimated time it takes an hour at least, bearing in mind that if you are going other women half hour because the competition is in our blood and always want to stand out from the rest.

Obviously if we're on the asado smoke bothers us as if we did not have brain beside your husband, boyfriend, lover or dressing, who already have a glass of wine, and gave him mumble "smoke permeates my clothes," the answer is more subtle a look that we eat in a second, but as men often do not have patience with us, unless you are with friends, tell us clearly "andate out" or more directly "had not come." There

us to sit back in our particular place, next to which we have reserved a seat at our boy, who obviously never deal because it will be next to the grill or in the absence of section men. A roast for women is the bane to them because then they will be subject to all charges made in this regard.

A woman in a male roast is always a hassle, when you begin to see what your partner consumed alcohol, smoke signals sent instantly to your eyes, and shouting to stop taking at that moment, you only get a wide back response and indifference to the test of visual checks of alcohol. However, if there is anything that characterizes us is perseverance, therefore we can for you to get a glass of wine and start taking as long as we stand with its internal process of fermentation, we can try to change the content of ethyl by a cola drink, because at some point in the night and not see the differences or until we are attacked by deadly unrest almost as long to take him back home.

Women, we persist in going with them, but it is absurd our presence in these areas clearly male, do not understand the jokes you make and try to believe everything they say is two-way, men tend to be more stupid what we think we have overestimated too for centuries and the main responsible for building the male homo-sapiens are us and in reality they are there in a primary process of interaction and carnivorous tasting without analyzing anything.

Women still have not understood that there are spaces that shelter men with suspicion, there is talk about sports as knowing that the partner understands the issue, no trick played the quiet, without someone, read a woman believes that a wink eye is a symptom of gender change in taste or otherwise a signal to go find a girl, there is like eating without listening from behind the accumulated calories, worry about cholesterol and the harmful effects of abuse of alcohol. Therefore

women, friends, companions of course, be more healthy, let alone these men who for a time in their lives again to feel rough, lords and masters the world is against them reduced by a delicious and juicy roast.

Depth

Published in Journal, July 19, 2009

Vertigo And Driving In Ontario

Three Women and Love Stories Rotas

She broke his heart three times accurate, so chose a lack of commitment to a story way, to wait for a love that seemed would never come.

She fell in love three times, the first man I love dearly, but one day, wiped out their hopes, sank into oblivion and silence perpetuated posthumously. Years would pass for a sleepless night in his arms caught it, fill it with kisses and he promised to return to the past, she a little too much pride and disappointment, he decided to leave it in the memory of history. There's nothing like the satisfaction of feeling that a man returns and no longer wants to be with him.

That first man led the teen dreams, with him were long letters of love, vast seas of tears to the door of his house, graffiti winter and sadness in the world sadder than it seemed everlasting that lasted for years. I left a couple of funny stories, chat corner in the morning and a storm that scared all but two of them ...

The second love, hinted, but never acted, shy, withdrawn, heading into his world, no as a priority and put it in an effort to build history for the two, and undid everything you need to be shared happiness. But there are men who do not look beyond their noses that they can not read or feel the immense love that is harboring.

So one day she decided to ignore it, kill it for its present and even accommodate between oblivion of their stuff, just went silent and so changed courses, meetings and even thoughts. The man

inert, only left him the memory of his good picture, tiny words between quotations and saved too much silence, unbearable to accept and want to share ...

So he found the third love, with a new address, with another hair color and a wild desire to feel loved, I wanted this in every way, he went crazy for him, hated to the glut and forgave him more times yet.

This only served to realize what kind of man did not want to repeat, the injured and she put the chest until one day many impacts tired of loving and feeling unloved, threw it forever and for every life where could find ...

The third just left a big pain, a broken dream and some times they wanted to be happy ...

so decided not to love more, remove the men from his way, preferring the stories of a kiss and a goodbye, to dare to fly in new romantic dreams ...

Unbelievable, skeptical, one night I met him, he does not promised to lower the sky, which only took her hand to read the scars they had sailed past ...

She tried to escape, did not believe he struggled to not fall in love, but the immense love of this man changed his plans unforeseen , dreams and all convictions that he believed they would be forever ...

He was able to find strategies to open the roads that she had locked up the essence of his soul, he understood that the ferocity with which he defended his world was simply a way to guard against the pain ...

He did not promise he made to newspaper showed that his love was a lie and so tamed the beast that one day again believe in love, that he had never given so much to this dream of a yearning for a lifetime ...

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Journal Published in Depth, July 12, 2009

Vision And White Wolf

Undecided

indecision irritates me sometimes, usually always, I am of those who prefer certain things quickly, clearly and concisely before walking with returns that can turn a normal person crazy.

got to the point of anguish to those who face a food menu is one hour deciding, comes the waiter asks what you want and are thinking for a while, asking for a little more time to analyze thoroughly the letter, then ask a sad plate of french fries.

are those who ask for explanations of each of the dishes, how they are made, what they recommend and then stop and go elsewhere because the prices seem very expensive and want to analyze the range of possibilities.

There are people who can not decide between a latte or pure and that even for a glass of water I think about 15 minutes.

not stand women who die from buying clothes, make an accounting of all the things they like and once you are in business fall into an existential crisis because they can not take the decision to choose between red or blue, long or short sleeves, jeans or trousers and a demented atomic watch them to explode, too bad you never exploited, I think it would be the healthiest choice.

hate those people who call you by phone and do not know what to say, they forget the reason for your call, they ask if you have any idea why you are receiving the telephone and are able to make you lose valuable Quiet time claims where one feels that anger rushes into the throat to scream.

I can not stand women who come with bad news and they say "do not know if you tell it" I do not know if they are morbid, stupid or it just did not work the neuron, because one is unhappy that looking thinking about a hundredth of a second all the bad things that can happen and praying that this flood of claims does not happen, of course after a few minutes it takes you out in your discussion with both worthless nonsense you will not talk for a month or so, obviously always is the hysterical incomprehensible.

I doubt it is intolerant of certain women cooking when the grocery store or butcher shop, after waiting ten numbers to be called, begin to doubt against treating them, calling up any suggestions for eating, as if have had time to think, decide and to build an original recipe, but no, there are stops smiling watching meat and waiting for a leg of the cow is asking to be taken to lift home.

So all who suffer the undecided learn to avoid them, obviate, make them disappear in some way so as not to endure uncomfortable situations.

However there are, we invade the ranks of the supermarkets, the bakery first thing in the morning, where we pay taxes and even the chocolate, always doubting, asking for answers helps them have, but never dare to take because I always believe that the decisions of others are the right ones, fewer of them ...

And because of their lack self-esteem, we are near, the outsiders have to put those five minutes are taken to try to understand clearly whether this column is for them or not ... Know this

, you, the undecideds are what they should not be due to both being scattered thinking about what should be ...

Published in Journal Depth, June 28, 2009

My Calf Hurts When Putting On Ski Boots

I always said when I was born almost died, came from a business trip so rushed that almost did not see a train there of 76 'when the train filled the face of the fields. With my mom's wait until dawn to give birth and to fall in love a little more to it ... I do not know if I changed my life as much as he would say, but I know we became mates together and taught each other what is being father and daughter what being ... I bought chocolates and candies sugus Aero mint and while the soul ached with me that some things could not get was the best learning to value those everyday achievements and those little things that once obtained were enjoyed more ... He taught me to walk the neighborhood and watch the old courtyards, these odors emanating a lemon and voluptuous roses have always told me stories of his life, tiny, everyday stories that made him a bit back to its past and made me travel back in time. With him I discovered that things must be said clearly, that one has to assume the errors and mistakes and it is preferable to the face for a good slap of life, before turning to walk with excuses and buts. For him everything was black and white, I put in the palette of life and gray colors and despite some quite different views on some things and other congeniábamos discussed, giving me the opportunity to feel a little adult learning of argumentation. His gaze could be the worst punishment and also gave me courage to face situations, which at that age, seemed difficult and that in light of my adult life I do see that children were these little tragedies where everything is cured with a big hug . With him I fell in love with film, I learned to create my own history of subtitled films, who could not read, hence my urgent need to learn to know the first letters. I caught his love for the big night, and when he was gone, I discovered the mystique that both had told me ... The day she left it was sunny, he went so suddenly, with a pair of I want to let pockets and the appropriate speed for everything to be less painful ... There I realized that paternity had been successful, because not only their tips and experiences made me flesh, but because he could bequeath to my mother's ability to be two one ... And this wise woman, now painted gray and never leaves aside coquetry, had the courage and the courage to carry on the family, knew how to combine your next maternal and paternal female with that righteousness, he found the balance lest we felt fatherless, fill gaps and bring the family for a good course. She played the difficult task that not all pass, it must fulfill two roles and to sprout little magic of his little body to unfold and be everywhere healing our wounds, encouraging us to be what we wanted, mending our clothes and the holes of the soul that occasionally have a pit to sew ... So on this date we are full of memories, a tear that robs us and makes us wonder a little that went on tour through the skies, is also the day to thank the person who had the patience, will, love and force to be two: mom and dad ... Thanks ...

Carlos and Gladys ...
Published in Journal
Depth, June 21, 2009

Wedding Invitation Spreadsheet

day my parents cry ... Loss and Dating


cried with emotion, of life that comes and moves the time on a wild impulse, thoughtful, crazy day that changes us, sighs and eyes ...
cried to the joy of growing future births, in the Flood said the vessel wall and the faces of mothers who learn to be as you feel the seed germinate ...
cried before the delivery, that deep love is a given continuous, without measure, without apology, with primitive fury that we are, we went and cried ...
the challenge of the unknown and yet is worth fighting for anything to live the experience ...
wept at the meeting, that we moves, it moves us, transforms us, every moment with each other forever ... we adjust
cried at the word, that is born, that it is pronounced for the first time, the naming and christening, which calls us and breeds forever mourn the essence ... the eyes
who know us, before the first hug and sensitivity to the shock of the flood of kisses ...
cried to the conviction of knowing what path we want to go, to the certainties life and enlighten us to the questions that we struggle ...
cry at the blood that flows between us, before the skin is full of stimulation, before the talks that we recognize a thousand times between
friends or enemies ... We cried with joy, the imagination, utopia, in the wild need to fly beyond ourselves, to the creation and simple songs ...
cried in the rain and rained us together and we clean the penalties and accumulated rain water for tears and kisses ...
cried to the sensitivity of the other, to the small daily acts that leave a smile, thanks to the unexpected and the stars falling in our way ...
cried to the empty bars , in the solitude that walking on Sundays and on stormy nights when the checkout
touches our door ... We mourn with the coffee shared and an outstretched hand when we most need, to the unknown future and love letters are always appropriate ... We mourn with the violins
ringing in the distant rooftops, in need of darkness and a cigarette, to the touch that define our bodies and to the stolen kisses in the wrong times ...
cried at the warmth of the shadow that always follows the steps to the lookout for those angels that protect us, before the flood of words that occasionally need to say or write to Pour a bit of both gut feeling ...
cried before the shelled fruit flavor in our mouths, at the pleasure of chocolate melting in our language, to the authors who wrote to us without ever having met ...
mourn with those stories that are whispered slowly, as if they were spinning as they relate ...
weep at the silence, one we cuddled, to the magical moments that hold the needles clock, those who are forever, because I never forget them and will be repeated in our unconscious eternal ...
cried in front of us, loves, friends, family, children, we do every day, the backbone of our We basically
lives ... we all cried, because happiness is shared and tearfully hugged ...
A Amparo, Juliet and Mariano

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Prop, March 15, 2009

Restaurant Where Servers Are Rude To You

She told me sigh, told me to silence the slow path of the tear, I looked into her eyes and behind his glassy green, so many tears, I discovered that Women still loved the world that man had taken from his arms ...

detailed in his soft secret meeting it was one more in the big city and he a stranger who stole his heart, with a few words and silences ...

How to describe her, a little girl, daring to be a woman, saw his dreams all gathered, believed that history had so often armed in his head, was a reality brushed her shoulder.

Time Measurement of lasting love, many hugs, the intensity of the days that seemed to blow out of hand, in conversation or promises made in the middle of the night like two crazy people in his hands clasped they were one and there were thousands on each of their bodies ...

She whispered that it was his great love story and her voice broke because the visceral passions are hard to forget and the man swore that one day all that she never imagined she would receive, ran away with the wind like it never happened for her ...

She breaks, she says, not understanding, she seeks answers and silence has become their greatest enemy, he disappeared like a ghost that had been reincarnated for a while to live a story love and then leave without explanation, no goodbyes, perhaps because they are the most painful and marking the end ...

her as Penelope waiting and watching raving between nameless faces looking to find that familiar face that is etched in their retinas ...

He said he will go to look, no matter the distance, not even if you lose it, but his being, every one of your senses explode in solitudes, in tears compelling in aroma of jasmine, the same as he gave her, her skin is autistic to contact and their cries are drowned and detained in a while that got away ...

She needs to find, not only to understand his departure, she needs to recover, because the man who passed through its history, the most crazy and passionate when he left he stole her heart, took the win, deprived of life itself that ran through his veins and left him only sleeping breath, hoping they would forget ...

He does not know that she will go after her, he does not imagine that she cut off all physical distances and pass through all bodies needed to see him again, he does not know she is stronger than you think and with the intensity that was from memory, it will regain strength and the will to live ...

He must give explanations, he will have to return all shared memories, he will show his dark side and may not have all the words that summarize the reason for his departure ... He

mute, be afraid, be cowardly and then ask all the pardons that never would have generated ...

She will believe she will look into his eyes, her mouth felt kiss him, she becomes a woman but will not forgive him ...

And once recovered all its essence, which will leave foreign fly other lives, to find love and a night that recognizes and blankets, to stay just will not believe until you find the way vacuum darker and there is much regret pain of being so selfish and have literally become a ghost

aimlessly ... yet they do not know what will happen, but everything to find the exact time course and she will be there, learning to live again ...

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Published in Journal, March 8, 2009

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Magic Nights

Sometimes in these summer nights is to be carried to other places I like to be in silence and let me inspired by the words that I have the others, those who cross my way and unconsciously to make mark and erase ghosts ...

road puddles of stars, trampling a little dark side of the moon and plant a couple of kites in the sky to the other side and find someone to play with them.

lie a little in front of the church to repent and seek forgiveness then it is always necessary to wash the real blame.

chew the more philosophical questions and then reject any explanation of them, when the drunken attempt to reveal the shameful secrets.

drink the elixir of polluted air that tries to leave when the ghosts of the night perform cleaning and I agree with the tag lost wandering quietly and without any fixed destination.

Sometimes I am more Urban and let it enter my body stories, listen to obsession, with pleasure, to find the exact spot where the truth is mixed with the trappings necessary for anyone forget the essence of what is not was and wanted to be ... I write letters

invisible on park benches for someone, someday found, for which never arrived, and who, somehow, I keep waiting, but without the patience of Penelope.

let me read the destinations for the adventurous Roma who claim to know of other lives and choose the futures promising, because there are certain hours of the night too dark to find a black future.

I talk to my shadow, when you get bored of my lectures part to give taxi rides for night owls, those who listen to amplitude modulation and smell the cigar wet.

discover missing statues that refuse to remain in oblivion and back onto the path of repentance, strewn with excuses, false tears and appropriate speeches, but little sense.

I stand on the corners of the ladies of the night and we rented a little feeling to know what happens to their bodies and touching than ever ply their skins, try to figure out the list of customers preferred and hate all those who hurt their bodies do what they want.

Me hammock for a while in a barren, moon let me look and I refuse to be found when the tears my face to walk slow and torturous.

I inhale the mint that comes from the pots on the balconies and a piece of chocolate I put under the tongue to resist the anxiety of being held and to hear words of love, which always required a certain time and heal any existential dilemma. Leo

fire looks intense, but escaped when I want to burn.

intense line in the abyss I stand to seek a balance that few dare to walk and play, which girl, try not to fall, though not always succeed, which means skinned knees and tears biting pride.

decrypt messages from the stars, that continuously change their minds and give my best smile to strangers who cross my intent on nothing.

silent scream and run slowly through space, I feel absolutely my freedom is so simple that you can cover in one hand and vibrate throughout the body ... I love

nights like that are going on a little , quiet, poetic madness that take me and I go through as if it were a dream that ends at dawn.

Published Depth Journal, March 1, 2009

Why Cant I Play Cubefield

know I insist on the age, but after a certain time of life of women have come out in terms of a formal appointment.

What once involved an adventure every weekend and took a detailed listing of each of the meetings, today is an experience that is discussed in detail before taking the other to meet again to someone.

At some point in life women and men change with the speed of love with the dawn, but it's all a matter of time and that's when we become demanding.

ideals are in the past, a woman, from line 30, wants a man, those who have souls of children are very tender, but we do not want to raise anyone, not teach morality and those who are rooted sexism in each of their actions we are far, no one tells us what to do.

So how did not understand before what it was about the selection process, today we understand to perfection the art of choosing who we want on our side makes us some hated women, and some even believed hysterical call us for the simple ability to say no and encourage us to be alone.

When a woman discovers its full potential and the value in specifying many aspects of your life, without requiring the help of a man calls himself of being exactly what he chooses to be at his side and unfortunately there are many men who not accept that we are capable of being, in the fullest sense of the word.

sponges There are men who only want to absorb those who have at hand and that the sniff from a distance and leave them there, because we are not interested in any kind of encounter with these usurpers of space, ideas and energy.

why it is so difficult to make the decision to go with someone new, first of all we predispose, to be sure that we have a good time and after a first inspection of the above, where we see its sweet fragrance, preferably perfume imported ( trucho I always note), which wear shoes and do not chew gum as a teenager, there we can discuss the possibility of moving to another level, read out to dinner or go for a drink, always the second option allows you to escape more quickly from situation that does not work according to plans.

And when the moment of departure itself, a woman of 30 knows that there are things in life that are overcome by He hopes surprised who is in front, you want an interesting talk, laugh a lot, you can relax at a meal every so often feel the touch of a hand that touches it naively, you blush a bit because he feels that the individual who has front can read your mind a little, let alone if it is so sensitive to decipher his soul, he wants to talk about anything and especially not to hear the frustrations of the past that we all carry, want to feel free to discuss points of view and be respected by it. Enjoy

measured and natural compliments that make it more beautiful, of chivalry in the details, but not excessive, not hiding from anything, to be able to handle certain situations, without the man to be intimidated, sensitivity to the other can get to show and the chemistry that is woven without pressure, which is obviously coming to fruition.

When meeting another's worth, there are always new opportunities for meetings and it can be seen as it is, trying to recognize in the other deeper aspects, where by contrast the quotes are negative, your phone may sound a lot and not help them or simply with a few words clearly explained again not wishing to be searched.

A woman who spends 30, seeks men mostly in their heads have passed the age of majority and understand that maturity is a matter of attitude and fitness in every encounter.

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Published in Journal, February 15, 2009

What Do You Think Of Angel Lola Luv

Requirements Stage Last Request


She asked for a last wish before she married, she wanted a bachelorette party where her friends would play for her ... I did not want strippers or uncontrolled or chaotic party where all end up drunk, only asked her friends secretly conspired to be seen with the man who in the past had loved dearly, but never knew their true feelings.
Among questions and doubts, all made a pact of silence they decided to keep quiet so long and took care of the details smallest to plot the meeting would mark several lives.
The bride, adored her future husband, but something inside needed to be resolved before sealing the commitment would be for a lifetime.
So he left his last dream in the hands of those loyal listeners who knew about the details of a story crossed by the silences and passion.
decided that the meeting would be the night before the wedding, so that the bride had no time to hesitate, and question everything that happened. The old love
accepted the rules of the game, felt the rush of old times and even quoted as assessed that some women found it somewhere funny.
scent your body with the old essence of other times, looked in the mirror several times, trying to rescue the image of the past that he himself and slightly raised his pulse pounding to the rhythm of what we hoped would happen.
not feared, men are always attracted by the adventure, but a tingling invaded his hands as he went to meet this woman, whose body was molded in his hands. He smoked a cigarette
faster while following the map that will lead to the strange departure of its former history, because it had been them, a small and intense in the life history that followed the normal course of events.
But each in his way, had never forgotten the other, perhaps out of respect to the years pass and maturity that fits decided not to re-crossed, perhaps because there are stories that it is better to leave them with the scent of a ever beautiful time to remember and relive from memory, perhaps because they knew that things were not such a time, then they are cruel to hear them because they arrive too late, perhaps because it was better to simply leave everything and ...
She waited anxiously to see him again , ate nails, felt the memory made flesh and hit furious heat on your skin, imagine those eyes that had always captivated, recalled nights where everyone escaped to touch, to feel, to be repeated over and over again the same phrases that went mad ...
both looked at his watch several times and suddenly the blame for plotting deception blocked his throat and pain invaded his chest felt he was making a mistake.
But it was too late for regrets, because when he tried to escape, he discovered that look that he watched with the same passion as in past years and in an instant that was revealing, he forgot all his present and the consequences of their decisions could bring go one step further.
ran to him, did not hesitate a second to re-embrace the skin felt own, he looked into her eyes, thinking that everything else happen by transitive, but the years then weighed and maturity played the last card, truer, that I had.
There in the vast darkness, he spoke and expressed all the feelings that she never imagined she felt, both drowned in tears and kisses ...
In the darkest hour before dawn were the last kiss and dawn discovered two broken souls returning to their lives with the feeling of having fallen in the past.


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Published in Journal, February 8, 2009

How Much Water To Mix With L Glutamine

Just as Picasso had his pink and blue stage, and we ourselves, we went through 30 and this is exponential according to age, the red stage.

You may ask what I mean and I mean simply that women when we all paranoia of adolescence and settled as pseudo women and settled in our comfortable, fully enjoying what we are, that's when begin a process of liberation and enjoyment of life that my logic is reflected in the use of red.

I know it sounds absolutely crazy and deranged my pose, but it's only a matter of observation, women after 30 years is appropriate the color red, not to mention the more than 45 that begin with the stage of animal print and Susana Giménez one either, but I will leave that for another column, the issue is that until a certain age women fear the color red until you discover and start using with fervor and passion.

If you look at ordinary girls, not very often used handbags, clothes, coats or dresses red, except those that passed that stage and are in the process of settling and women.

Basically I think that has to do with that red is a color that attracts attention and to some point in our lives, women prefer to go unnoticed, we have all kinds of trauma, shame and questions about ourselves, so to put on something red is like feathering with something that says "look at me, here I am" and approximately up to 30 years women hate going through those situations.

But everything comes, dear girls, and soloists enter the third decade after the crisis and suggested that we do as sense of a woman, we discover that we are spectacular, we do not have anything to envy to a 20 because we have experience, independence and do with our lives what we want, therefore, at the click that occurs in our head, we need to tell the world and the wonderful planet that we are neighbors, we want to get absolutely the shell in which we hide and the slogan is displayed and that all we see.

It is therefore impossible to think of another color sexiest, most striking and attractive red, which begins to look around our body, because until we would get red and laugh about it, without wishing that the earth swallow us up.

Obviously, when is caused by this process of liberation, we exaggerate a little, we women have to understand that part, so after two decades of watching and criticizing women who were painted red lips and nails, that turned red sheer dresses that wear shoes with red soles, until aromas are perfumed with red and red undergarments were sinfully so we go quite proud to carry us all red as possible, because it is the way to show ourselves and the world that we are women we accept as we are, we've passed the toughest self-criticism and have begun to look at us with love in the mirror.

Suddenly we observe a striking and We love to wear our red touch of life, provoking, enticing, noting that there are up to us and we can locate more easily because our striking red stage ...

Hopefully many more will be encouraged to enter before the time of red where there is less doubt, more security, a few certainties to struggle with life and pure color in hormones, skin and clothing ...

With that and the rest of us just look at us now we can understand in the red stage ...

Published in Journal

Depth, January 25, 2009