MECCA OF THE DRY
Knowing that two of my brothers there in Argentina, would like to read and "play" my Christmas wish for them, I send a postcard.
One day I passed a bookstore, I went and bought two beautiful cards that came each with your envelope.
Arrive home at night, I asked, "where you buy stamps?"
mmmmmmmm ...... I heard my son saying surfer while hugging his cat dancing, singing "Luz Clarita ..."; then said: I bought at tobacco shops (places where cigarettes are sold). Purchased
the next morning, I wrote a syncretic but felt message of Peace and Joy, with a calligraphic c ion, I put the names and addresses, I glued the stamps - so tiny they caught only two colors, "and when I wanted to close envelopes, oh surprise, had no glue!
Bah! I said buy a boligoma morning.
So, I went to the area to find the right business. And I began: - Childhood Center Las Margaritas, not; Brewery The small grains, either. I kept walking and suddenly I see a beautiful stained glass window featuring live and direct:
gambas peladas
; filetes de bank
Jamon Iberico lomo (hmmm, too tempting ...)
Norwegian salmon back ... without question, was not the place ...
I walked a little more, NAIL, said:
gel nails
beuaty
drawing nails Diamond Nail
demand shifts .... not find there what he wanted.
A little corner offered to let " Beautiful outside, beautiful on the inside" , how are you?
... What Did I Search? ah! true! gum paste ... There is a Chinese sure have! What is it?: Pans, scarves, cribs, curtains, umbrellas, pants, statues, mirrors, buttons, and even The Lucky Cat waving from a corner. Question: glue, is it?, And as driven Chinaman provided, clicking heels, smiling softly swipes the package and pulls me: cotton, a watch, rollers, aromatizanates all seas ... there's no point: you do not understand. Thanks, I say with a smile and leave. Suddenly
warn: Do not have known before! plasticola not seek more and instead, change the envelope! In Chinese the next, and relieved wonder envelopes and take out a package: 24 legal size envelope with all its leaves, 8 euros, sing ... and I reckon I say: "And if I greet my brothers in March, when he returns? "
I go four days ... I think the absurdity of not being able to easily resolve the issue so simple!
In this step by a tight and asked for letter envelopes. And the point: "How many like the lady? "he says warmly Galician. Two, mumbled deflated .-" Well here they are! "he says smiling .... and had rubber!
disbelief, I completed data again, hit the stamps and, in fear, saying: "Here there be any mailbox?" always polite answer: "Look, ma'am, I have three steps."
and dragging, which cartoon arms the wet sidewalk, I, with some dry leaves that fall insolent
walk, caught in my fingers, the fat yellow egg box, and stuffed envelopes.
No hand off from there, I imagined Atlantic infinity and I said Madrid so that this is not the port of Palos ... !
I hope my brother will get my wishes, at least, from the hand of King Momo, the next Carnival ... Today
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Cruise Going To Morocco
I lent it to my nephew a few years ago Cali and I liked it so much I wanted to buy it, but not encontré.Un day, I went to a bookstore in Sheikin, Tel Aviv, and there was and in Hebrew, I wanted to give a Castilian amigo.En, ever.
refers to the description of many cities of the Mughal Empire, the Great Khan description called Marco Polo, the emperor's favorite talks, where you would just listen to wonderful stories to ignite your spirit and mind.
The Venetian Khan recounted to what was seen by the world, but above all, what only he saw, and then was referred to Mr. : a maze of city invented.
His language is simple, pleasant to read and is an almost architectural description fantasized cities where intersects magic and wonder.
In fact, it seems that is related to The Book of Wonders , the actual Marco Polo.
Its author, Italo Calvino, in his belief that man can create worlds, but not destroy the living hell that is all around us, tried to alienate their readers of the implacable and closer to the world of fantasy and imagination.
As I read, I bask in their beautiful, simple pages.
Gradually, I began to think that it was only in these descriptions: the painting of a city, leading to a reflection on oneself, one's own inner journey.
Finally today, motivated by fond memories of this reading, I finished reading Calvin's opinion about the book: " I have written something like a last love poem to the cities, where increasingly difficult to live them as cities "...
is a very pretty book, you may want to read it ... maybe you like too.
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Can You Work As An Intern At Autozone
Invisible Cities WALK IN MADRID
Madrid only slept in a gray haze blotted up above the balcony and down branches and left, Pring, streets and sidewalks .
But today, after five days, the sun came !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And look, joyous, heaven spotless and the many faces that the city shows me his features:
... Madrid is the girl who runs shrouded in the whirlwind of his own voice and abundant, says his business of the day? ;
... or that couple-very slowly passes his hand this site, but their eyes reveal that "fly" in other ways?;
... and the mother rushed to push the cart while in a child ajoooooooos gives a concert?;
... or these guys who swallow the subway and leave the trail of her scent again, backpack and carrying arms in their books or notes?
... and elegant ladies arm portfolio, perfect hair, lipstick and the smooth ride, safe, slow, leading to somewhere: a coffee, a pint, a friend, a cinema ...
... is this underworld that people down there underground: agitated, mixed, multiracial, which many read, some, tired, lost his eye in the dark mouth, others with their headphones on, dancing his own dance, sing voices of others or, in a gesture almost mad: talk, laugh, question, without a visible one you hear, say or report ...?
... or these gentlemen to walk in a hurry, going to work with their suitcases fight the wind ...?
... will also, I believe, those dark faces of the Latin accent, or the black leather athletic good shape and strange voices that since its height offers a shy smile snowy brother, wandering abroad distant nest .. .?
Without hesitation: Madrid is all and more.
also is its cityscape, streets and buildings, with relish, I will unveil these days ...
Madrid only slept in a gray haze blotted up above the balcony and down branches and left, Pring, streets and sidewalks .
But today, after five days, the sun came !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And look, joyous, heaven spotless and the many faces that the city shows me his features:
... Madrid is the girl who runs shrouded in the whirlwind of his own voice and abundant, says his business of the day? ;
... or that couple-very slowly passes his hand this site, but their eyes reveal that "fly" in other ways?;
... and the mother rushed to push the cart while in a child ajoooooooos gives a concert?;
... or these guys who swallow the subway and leave the trail of her scent again, backpack and carrying arms in their books or notes?
... and elegant ladies arm portfolio, perfect hair, lipstick and the smooth ride, safe, slow, leading to somewhere: a coffee, a pint, a friend, a cinema ...
... is this underworld that people down there underground: agitated, mixed, multiracial, which many read, some, tired, lost his eye in the dark mouth, others with their headphones on, dancing his own dance, sing voices of others or, in a gesture almost mad: talk, laugh, question, without a visible one you hear, say or report ...?
... or these gentlemen to walk in a hurry, going to work with their suitcases fight the wind ...?
... will also, I believe, those dark faces of the Latin accent, or the black leather athletic good shape and strange voices that since its height offers a shy smile snowy brother, wandering abroad distant nest .. .?
Without hesitation: Madrid is all and more.
also is its cityscape, streets and buildings, with relish, I will unveil these days ...
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
How To Get Ilife On Windows
Start my own blog ...
Easy for some. Difficult for those who are used to choose other modes of communicating.
At last: a defibrillation!! I undertake with joy and with the expectation of a door opening, a new look, a path that is drawn and we can walk, if we want when we want ...
can be interesting and enlightening ... do not you think? Van
travel experiences.
I hope to add many more!
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