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a day like today ...

You should meet 66 years ...
Today we had to eat orange cake ... Today
due for a hug ...

a day like today ... is your birthday. Happy birthday tata

Juan

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Mystery. Phew


"Every night, at the same time, through my window came a wonderful sound. The sound of a flute.
Many times I was several minutes in silence to hear the person I marveled as silent a void felt unable to continue listening.
For several days my sleep was thinking about how to find out who was the mysterious person who was glad for an hour at night ... Was it man or woman? A child or an elderly? Either I was going crazy and heard sounds that did not exist. What if it was a ghost? Idiotic questions circling in my head, and I was frustrated not being able to know who the hell played as well.

One night, the mystery became clear ... was a man. Apparently made a mistake that was heard with a "On the crest" . Do not think it was a woman with hormonal problems.

The mystery man of the flute was stopped listening for several days. I wondered what had happened over and over my head was filled with stupid questions. Maybe if it was a figment of my imagination and I needed a psychiatrist. Or, was this ridiculous obsession to believe that my life was like a movie of love and the mysterious was going to cure this ridiculous obsession with love (As one movie of the same gender to top).

had already spent two weeks without hearing it, I thought it was just mental insanity or was some kid who had proof of his voice music and early development so that made me think was a man.
I went to buy cigarettes that night, I left the store and I dijiría my building when I saw a man with glasses, who had never seen in my life. I took about twenty, looked like a bohemian musician of such good movies coming out in French (and dale to the movies) ... and also had a case. A flute case.
My surprise was so great that I was Paralis a few minutes, we went together and we went together to the elevator ... "Flat? asked in a voice of good neighbor, "Eighth" replied. WHAT! Is my neighbor and I had never seen ...
went out and I realized that he would enter the department where I thought I lived a bitter old man who never went out or that there was nobody. I smiled and said a friendly "Chao" .
My neighbor ... it was my secret. RAYS! ... I lit a cigarette, I went to the balcony and again, that sound, had become the flute.
I smoked, I took courage, take my keys, opened the door, locked the door, I stepped, I stood in front of your door, ring the bell, the sound of the recorder stopped, felt footsteps, my heart accelerated, opened the door, I looked and said,
"Where you've been these two weeks that did not hear you play your flute?"
I looked surprised, I smiled and said "I have the flu so did not play ... Want to spend and keep listening?"

My mystery ... My man of mystery ... My neighbor ... Martin. He was what amazed me every night. And that also happened to be me heal, as after all, this ridiculous obsession with love (Yes, as I said this film). "

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Those years of childhood, to learn perhaps a little faster than others and not to follow the current.
While my friends were crying by the backstreet boys or to the distance of the spice girls, I was looking forward to arrive on Saturday to see my uncle and my grandfather. They were going to the jazz club or watch a movie full of magic and art. He was sitting in the living room of the ancient department seminar, with a drinking glass for me and coffee for them, listening to BB King or Koko Taylor. Was that I read over and over these vile papers and after a time at 4 years, and started reading. It was those trips to the park and play on the grass, pick flowers and dream a while.
At 12, when my grandfather died, including a state of shock that led me to become what might be called "Pre teen rebel" with trips to the psychologist and my sudden love for the black and the music of Placebo. It took me a year, because my uncle came to the race and again took me to the world of jazz, blues, rock and especially art.
I started with theater, dance, painting and as a rookie (although I still am) in photography.
At 15, my uncle died, after a month in agony. Was this the moment I decided to continue learning and growing as a woman. I decided to turn everything he knew into something useful, either for anything, even if it meant something very small.

At 16, a month before turning 17, I had to learn to be a mom. Although more than learning to be, one might born, but still not easy.

Today at 19, I can say than that, these Saturdays, the fall, especially back up and have my son by my side, I have become a strong woman, bold and eager to learn and learn.

And yet I still have ....

Can You Take A Shower After You Wax?

In the two months since I wrote, wow! A lot has happened, mostly positive.
know amazing people and join a group just great.

But above all be on the road with a couple of people, although not met him years ago, it seems that a knowledge of life. How impressive when one without asking, wanting and not wanting to say the guy, he meets with people who in one way or another, you change the life, although in this case. My Sister

Clau and Javo Primo: Thank you for becoming part of my story blues, come closer together is crazy, barbecues, concerts and above all, good times. Salud!

If, as read, Orange now enjoys good blues and rock.