October 2011
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Disco sorpresa Fundador - Canciones de nuestro... →
I’ve been listening to this all afternoon. I actually recommend it earnestly, most of all in a sunday evening. Well this is one example of one of many of this 45 rpm sixties records that were given as a present by the manufacturers of Fundador cognac, the company Pedro Domecq. One special thing about them is they always had this jingle somewhere in between the songs revealing the goodness...
September 2011
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Timetables
The fact that your girlfriend is pretty doesn’t give you an automatic right to do whatever you want with her. Let’s put this straight. Because every now and then people comes to that fatalistic point in conclusion: she’s pretty, so she’ll do what I want. No. False. You are mistaking.
If she’s pretty she will, more the like, act as if you could do whatever you wanted...
June 2011
2 posts
Anguish and ambush
In the meanwhile, a little amount of unhappy and maybe violent people awaits in the shadows of the darken arab market. They were all kinds of persian and indian individuals upon whom the weight of society had stamped not just an impossible to erase mark, but also a complete emptiness inside their hearts and souls. It was bad, ugly, disgusting. None the less they could survive among others, common...
March 2011
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Nostalgia del aceite
Pues sí; también echo de menos el olor a grasa barata quemada tipo freiduría de La Haya. Los canales, estancados en agua espesa de suciedad, las fábricas que se adivinaban terminando la ciudad y los campos de tulipanes. Su playa al modo californiano pero, ay, con tanto frío durante casi todo el año. El viejo del coffee que esperaba paciente la mañana entera a su grupo de amigos para jugar al...
November 2010
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The Book of the Endless Pieces and Figures
Upone that time too there was a bottle of orangina impossible to be opened, I say… it was nearly as impossible to open as to achieve the mysterous Book of the Endless Pieces and Figures. Though it is told some people did get to achieve a copy of the book, no one has ever listened about that ever since. By a time me was confusing sausages with beatles in some kind of delirious and spicy trip...
To Howard
Howard I’ve certainly been looking to your photos. I didn’t know. Me just thought would be nice being friends. It’s quite a misunderstanding: why did you have to made yourself down to the scissors? It would have been nice just keep on learning, getting good grades and behave like a good front man. Paddle. Would I have needed that? Rewards wating for you each step you take, me at...
About the lizard wich was a tuna in fact
There was a lizard, upon certainly a time far away, who would tell you he became a goose for the better taste of the world when entering into your dreams. Not really like that was: probably he wasn’t but a tuna, waiting yet for a good tomato sauce and running towards unexpected adventures in a plus better world, where rice could be combined with more things than soja.
This lizard, who I...