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your shoulder to my hand there is doubled midway when your eyelid wakes up and decides to disappear. Then I think Having A blurred and gone, in fact I do, but do not you go, we go.

think going alone but Ant is still there, covering every inch of your skin. Every bit of your body between my hand and your shoulder, between your eyelid and your lobe. Then

sleep: Trying to break away from the world of ideas and stay in the world of dreams where the insects never sleep and never cease in its tingling. Then sleep.

But Ant does not.

ants, how the streets, never sleep. And there, in the midst of such human landscape tremebundo me and leave me: not knowing where to go. But I do not care, thus enough for me, with nothing in your aroma.

The needles do not stop, the hand does not get tired and still there watching Ant cobwebs. The insect has cravings: Who does not? The insect also.

For mimicry, after cutting through the texture of the road whose distance is doubled when your eyelid awake, where I wanted to get there. I do not see but I'm there, but hear me whispering: Where to hang handmade metal spheres of differing sizes. And I swing by them over and over again, but do not brag, because you're in the world of dreams where the insects never cease in its tingling.

looks After all, Mr. Lorenzo and brings Too much blood.

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[Sunrise]

Too much blood, fluids
red everywhere,
Sharps and blood clots.
obstructions and perforations malformed. [...]

Sheets, knives and awls,
Tornabises, latex and alcohol (96 º).

pain clogged drains, Machiavellian Scenes
absent modesty. [...]

Turnstiles, suffering and experimentation. Incredible
pigments, explosions of color!.

After all,
Lucky, so lucky. [...]

Agony, blood, gangrene and death.
Ants die.

[Nightfall]
Resurrect,
For the pleasure of seeing.

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A little reflection prompted by I use the news as an excuse to update the blog ...
In the news summary says: "29 people have died in road accidents during the weekend, of which 14 were under 30 years (which is no longer explains how many of those under the 3rd years were drivers the vehicle and how many were mere passengers). " Although data are lacking, we can say that the wording of the news is meaningful only if it is to say which is worse or more severe the death of "under 30" than "over 30".
To better information through the newspaper that says "25 killed in 23 traffic accidents during the weekend (we must assume that either the closure of the issue were missing 2 or 3 accidents to account, or 4 persons subsequently died as a result of injuries).

If each of the accidents there was at least one death, let's say it was either the driver or passenger (who are most likely to die in collision), and a small number of cases both or none (since there will be some cases in which Both are saved and the dead is one of the passengers in the rear), and some cases all.
If we consider that those under 30 years should be about 50% of those who lead, or even a little more, since in the group older than 30 there are many women who do not drive, and above the 60-taking into account the average life expectancy "should not have many drivers, the conclusion is that 14 Strip killed in less than 30 (of which one was not the driver but the passenger in a vehicle driven by another, younger or older than 30 years), is roughly half of the victims, which corresponds with half the number of drivers.
In conclusion, the dead in road accidents are more or less the same regardless of the age group they belong to, especially if we consider that the most likely in cars where the driver was under 30, more people travel in the other (a group of friends to come out for drinks and travel together, which will kill all its inhabitants and the majority also , or in spite of the driver, who is at fault), while over 30 are more likely to travel alone or with one person pr, which would tip the proposed statistic for young people and would say that in fact, are injured less ... but not to incur another fallacy number, consider that the group of children under 30 is limited below by those over 18, because before that age can not have a drivers license ...
Go as one for the other, and say that group of drivers 18-30 (young) is roughly equivalent in number of 30-65 (not young). But maybe, to be statistically balanced, we should disaggregate the group of "young people not in 2 or 3 segments and examine whether the differences are significant or not ...

The traffic accidents is unimportant (for the argument, of course it is very serious people to die anyway!), Only meant to illustrate how using statistical figures is very easy to manipulate people's perception.
As I said long ago, reviewing a book by the mathematician John Paulos, in mathematical terms but that "only 50%" is the same as "nothing less than the 50%", the psychological perception is not the same (remember the glass half full or half empty). So I invite you to read or hear news and statistics to critically review your findings in this regard. Let's hunt statistical fallacies!

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Soledad, reciprocity and Wind

"There's nothing rarer than a single comeiendo Ant. Alone, not by choice. Sola for not having one."

I thought years ago while deborava small animals of another species, at that time occurred by chance. Ant was red and there was timidly [...] still blackened

When eating alone, listen to the rustle of her own teeth each, which when not lubricated squeak to kill. Ant always ends with the beautiful post-nasal (noisly Called mustache) covered with flour when you eat is bread Pyrenees, since saturated ground wheat in their bark. The stupid, Black always looks ahead and finds a pristine white wall, irregular texture that when the owner does not see it spits truth. They know everything [...]. When you eat one does not talk, just listen. And do not listen because he has to whom. Escuha it all and does not speak. Much talk and not listen to penalties.

Then she , La Hormiga, remembers a former colleague of yours adjective: Reciprocal , often bastard. Sure, he will always hesitating streets and roads. I know I never do anything because it is always accompanied. [...] Feel protected

La Hormiga always think, "I, because I'm not lift span Ant and soil, but it was gonna find out that son of a bitch. Is a vacilón. Well, to say nothing of his friend, the noun. That if you are foolish, the bastard. He calls reciprocity, and see you. Where to go with that name [...]".

Y La Hormiga spins, and think: "Do not go where the noun woman named hermaphrodite." Sometimes the bug exclaims: "I do not care what the vacilón your friend Alike!". But as the time passes, the food is consumed and no one there to La Hormiga. No one aside, let alone the other. Absolutely nobody. Only the Sole, its neighbor. Soledad is called, but called Sole. Less depression, is the idea that it is their neighbor and so is more bearable.

By the way, has spent time and The Ant warns that have the guts half full, empty plate and empty the refrigerator, Deserted and headed by an imaginary line that acts as a political border. And physics. Emotional and affection.

But you would not believe, tomorrow everything will be the same: The stupid, will feel the snap of his teeth scolding each other (even they Repdrocidad). Again see the shadow that causes the bulk of the wall when the window bearing the three rays of sun that deign to visit. The bread in the Pyrenees will spray your mustache with ground wheat. And every day they will realize all this. Because his neighbor Sole each day so he is remembered.

The Ant every day realize that all these little things, all the ants and other insects are true, but that is not fixed if you have a neighbor that is called Sole . And indeed the Sole is good aunt. The hijaputa is wise. If you learn to remove loads of it. [...]

But everything is back. Ant out of the hideout and goes by the vereas. You go up the arms and legs, fingers and hands, eyelids and lips and there, between those lips, where you breathe. And I'm Ant, much smaller than you, you're Wind take me by [...] seas and mountains where there is empty and you do not breathe.

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vomiting, fever and

I could never even think that the render that kept me alive so long wound me so much and so slowly.

disgusts me your every gesture of contempt and I will be a gap which oxidizes and creates crostra that never heals. Never. And on top of ant'm still in your nest for the utopian belief damn, when you should walk a thousand miles of this redoubt. But where am I going? I have no place.

For

believe in respect and not to run, to run it and not charge him. Welcome. As a black bug without direction or prescribed cadence. Being a bitch ant shit and not have bug company less than three forests around. Because I found in that ppg, have wanted to show the depths of the video, having smelled Monterrubio, because in 36 hours not enough time for more. Having lived so long and now have to smell both dead.

For all this I feel disgust that fills me and I drown in the shit that surrounds us. To you and me.

Ant I became, you know, and you're bigger. Neither I nor I can or I will, no damage. For a lot of shit I will always want to eat vomit and reconsider, because I will not but believe in the impossible. And this is it. But nothing is, therefore, believe in it.

seek not just a friendly greeting between an ant and a wild animal either. Not anymore. Just look for your honesty, for pride only creates obstruction and nothing else. Pride is not until it bursts into a single and then [...]¿ that ?[...] not deserve.

I suffer the evil of masochism and the same hatred generate me turn it into love later vomiting and I have to swallow.

remain Ant and I hope you feel tingling in the arms and fingers. animal I hope to never be your kind and have you, however, as a reference in what. remain Ant and I hope you feel tingling in the arms and legs. But I hope and desire, never to be me tingling actor.

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Ant walked hajar built a shelter where the shelter from gusts of wind to be incapable of going through their drifts beyond privacy. Tired of searching insect nests to quench their withdrawal, knew how to listen.

Listen to the Wind is a complex but interesting. It sounds abstract but it's nice to hear any stupid, tiny and dark. The words turn out to be pleasant temperature gas layers oscialnte that make you go up and down qual bird without direction or destination.

Hear the Wind is a highly desirable and therapeutic insectitos that kind of tingling. Kabyle made me listen. Kabyle and back in my attempt to hide in the mound I never had and which I thought was so necessary. Standardization, how right.

But I'm still low ant and insect flight. But you still wind and strong effect agent. But now is the wind that causes tingling and Ant breeze after those who avoid drift.

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These ten days of August are thought to be devoted to reviewing my "novel" if it happens to be, and update blogs, hanging some of the many entries that I have outstanding ... but there was something unexpected and painful.

Guillermo Martín great guitarist and a better person, whom he knew for more than twenty years, died on Friday 19. It was a death foretold, after more than two years of fighting cancer, but no less dramatic. Sorry especially Gaby (his wife) and Fernando (brother), for sharing their struggle and be with him until the end must have been very hard. Especially for Gaby, in the words of William "was to be the mother of his children." He, at least, is no longer suffering but still Gaby Fernando them is a stretch of pain to go.

still remember when I said he had met the woman of his life and he was leaving Madrid to move to Zaragoza, the city of her. And I remember when I met her at a concert of Jaime Urrutia of several I attended during the summer of 2002. And I remember many moments that go much further in time, and maybe someday I can share with her.

I'm sorry I had the opportunity to see him at least once, because the last time we talked on the phone, I was angry with him a little. I would have liked to have been the last thing between us was a kiss, a smile and some friendly conversation, riddled with the jokes I used to ... was difficult to talk seriously with him, and so was upset it was a great person who knew how to make love, so sorry he's gone.

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corroborated Reviewing mental debris that killed the fish's mouth. Taught me a call senyora Culture, Popular name. Back in time of storm and before becoming Hormiga I decided I would leave the video pears rather than abandon the struggle in search of lost Render. The lyrics are nice, but sometimes biensonante blind and leads to precipitation.

Ant does not usually precipitate because without acerlo estubo and badly injured.
Ant was not ever with a flagio because without him and self-mutilating.

Wind is pragmatic and direct, able to bend steel. The wind is scary when it comes, and crashes without warning. Ant is frightened but falls into the thin layers of pastry Hunter activism. Ant is not made for this competitive world of big feet and unscrupulous. Ant always believed in the aesthetics of resistance, the beauty of utopian, in the utopia of beauty.

The wind always believed more in the fact that the said (Menys parlar i més fer), but La Hormiga well known that this comes before the fact, at least this procedure. Without dreams there are no ideas, no ideas there are no actions without action and without these changes do not go.

La Hormiga now will remain in this, miles of it, because the wind is right where it is: With the exception that you you and confirm the rule. good is better known than an unknown good . It is not dyslexia. The

i want to not being able to love. Ant wants but can not and will not be because he wants. Justice is the name of this story. Although

words I bring you, I'm still Ant and I get the arms and hands. Tingling aphasics with which I recall the days were Beautifully beautiful utopian or utopian.

As the aesthetics of resistance.

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The Wind / The Dr. Watson

La Hormiga continued to his guns.
fugóse The Render to the north, almost without warning.
Ignorance killed i slowly crept to La Hormiga,
He decided Canvi of air.
Canvi of air and took the wind.


The wind is mysterious and impulsive.
La Hormiga is shy i cautious.
Wind strip.
La Hormiga holds.
La Hormiga pressed, squeezed and squeezed. The wind is sleeping.


The Wind speaks.
La Hormiga listen.
Ant gets scared and decides to disappear.
The Wind speaks.
Wind talks and talks and talks. Ant talks.
The Wind speaks.
was calm, the wind does not blow i La Hormiga sleep.
Wind vanishes but believe it or not, leave a trail.
Wind is odorless.


La Hormiga should disappear. He knows he should not.
Ant wants to stay. Want, regardless.
Wind, now wants to stay but can not.
can, but do not want.


Ant is not bad. The wind is not evil.
La Hormiga away by not misdeeds.
Ant has no malice.

Wind [...],
[...]. La Hormiga

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long time ago since I wrote anything (several months) but I'm very busy ... the truth is that my posts are a little sloppy, but by no means abandoned. I have many projects ment all require some preparation, and therefore have free time, before uploading ... To see if the end of August, when he returns from vacation, I find time to hang some of the things to be ...
But today I just want to make a small point, which does not require much time and yet I find very interesting.

For those who do not know (that some will), the ucronia is a form of historical speculation arises that would have happened if a significant event in the past had not taken place, or had an outcome different. A couple of weeks, making záping, I found a very interesting documentary. Unfortunately the issue had already started and to check the schedule in the newspaper did not appear as expected (Barcelona TV aired it.)
was actually a fake documentary that recounted the history of the United States since the Civil War to the present. Only raised as if the South had won the war and the U.S. had left her like a slave Republic (as contradictory as it seems, Athens also was). The true picture of certain events of all known, was mixed with false images, recorded with actors. Besides being performed in a flawlessly (did not have quite the stale look of those documentaries that include fragments dreadful dramas in which actors appear horrible), it really looked like a documentary, so I was hooked. I found it started and during the first five minutes I found this disconcerting, because it was clearly mentioned as president someone who has never been such (in reality the presidents who succeeded in power formed a kind of family dynasty).
Just when they ask me what the fuck was that, announcing a pause for advertisements (also false), during which advertisements were broadcast in color on the sale and rental of slaves ... color.

Fortunately, at the end of the issue came out a presenter who gave all the information about the film. It's called The Confederate States or America and led a certain Kevin Willmott in 2004. Spain has published earlier this year (the only store I've found where they seem to have it in Hard Gong) and I buy it next week (costs about 10 euros) and full view, I do not detail the content not to eviscerate those who may be interested ...

In line with this, I remember now another mockumentary I caught also by chance, but I have no much information (and the story here in case someone knows something and can give clues to get it). In this case it was a sort of futuristic assumption on the evolution of animal species on Earth. It issued several chapters, I saw one started and a couple more, and speculate on what new species on the planet would be developed based on certain assumptions regarding climate change. A number of specialists (think authentic but acting) intervened occasionally, but most were great curi osis animals with (of course, all done with computer tricks), species that had evolved to adapt to new conditions ... if anyone knows how to get ...

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Ant / La Hormiga Young

Volivió Dr. and left the Render. Someone who is very familiar with the system told me that the Render begins at home and sent me kisses posterized. Thanks. Nevertheless, I will continue giving to enter. Rendering follow before exporting. 'll keep riding the same ppg. Because, if anything I learned in the Castle, was the humility of continuous work. Robustness. I will continue riding 5.1 because old school never dies and that progress is on the inside. I do not no one can tell what is to locate files when least expected, the most crítico.Ni what is not have enough shooters. Will search everywhere. I have to blame me for not having hosted (files) in a secure disk. I have to blame me for not having repeated "Ctrl + s" with the correct amounts. I sing the "Mea" and I become an ant. When you feel a tingling, I hope to be me. [...] If it does not strain will not, this is fixed. Before the video I break this ppg. The first thing I will never do so ... done all, see.

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Va the sidewalk. Join Julian. A man encounters a barrier.
is Arquitectonica.
Le Hecham a hand to cross the barrier. For a moment he thinks:
And this every day ... Julian
notes and the other helps you navigate on request "Lord of the chair."
turns and sees a face staring Julian: "I have been a short occurred." He hates that phrase.
arrive at the edge of the shoulder (the man in the chair and him):

"Come, good morning good man!
"Since this, I approach the other side?
"If man, yes.
"If it's that .... you are young but friendly.
-right?

turns and leaves "the master of the chair" in the same spot where you hear the fucking sentence. Damn shit ours. Damn bottle.

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dumiendo I want to continue to keep dreaming.
I wake to realize them.
feel disgust of my dreams.
When the rights were dreams?

eating shit will not die.
shit to me if I die leaving this way.

animal I want to be tonight. Animal
that destroys what is not understood.
animal that shits and pisses on the sidewalk.

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Actually, I want to bring here a dispute I have with some friends about whether men and women are very similar or very different ... That is, it may not be the result of genetics but Rather, education, duties, impositions ... differentiated by sex we have had for centuries, but I think men and women today are quite different (leaving out such obvious questions as to each individual, even in the case of twins, regardless of sex, is someone unique and different, and the obvious morphological differences that determine whether we are male or female).
Anyway, I defend, against the advice of some of my, say, 'close', that there are certain aspects of behavior, feelings and priorities, which are associated with being male or female, and that although generalizations are odious, but often necessary, are the reason for women to identify each other, and themselves as a distinct group which includes men. This does not mean that these traits are inherent to being a woman (do not know), but I think that these differences exist in the present. In short, "would have plenty to talk" on this issue, and it is likely that in the future add another entry on this subject (depending on the direction taken by the comments, if any). But now I propose a reflection on a particular aspect of the case, reflected, it seems to me, very bright in the story of Dorothy Parker to find below.
All the women I know who have read it, identify with the content, and some men also say that although, as you can see, so Parker and I and many of my friends think about it, in principle ruled out that this is something they happen to male individuals.
The truth is that all the women I know (including myself, of course) with whom I talked about it, they recognize have been in a similar situation more than once in his life, and invoking the same God, Though not believers.
That was not so long, I allowed the freedom to trim a little if someone wants to enjoy the original, mutilation, step and read the rest of the stories included in the volume-which I highly recommend taking advantage of the 23 April is World Book Day, "can be found in the anthology The loneliness of the partners, published in a very cheap paperback . The copy I have, B editions, is old, but a recent reissue the only thing that changes is the cover.

A PHONE CALL

"Please God, let phoned me now. Oh, God, give me a call. Do not ask for anything more, I promise. I think that not asking too much. It would cost so little, my God, grant that smallness [...] who called me right now, nothing more. Please God, please I beg you.
If you think about it, maybe the phone would ring, as sometimes happens. If I could think of something else, anything.
Maybe if it had up to five hundred by fives, the bell would sound when finished. Slowly tell, I do not cheat, and if it sounds when you get to three hundred will not stop, will not answer up to five hundred. Five, ten, fifteen, twenty, twenty, thirty, forty, forty-five, fifty ... Please have sound, please [...] added that would telephone me. He had, need to say that. Did not ask, really. I'm sure you did not ask. I do not think saying he would call me unintentionally. Please God, do not let him do that. No, please [...] Please, God, let him again, I pray. I love him so, so ... Be good, my God, try to be better, will be, if I may see you again, if you phoned me. Oh, sir, may I now call [...] let that man phoned me now!
This must stop, must not behave well. A young man tells a girl who called, but then something happens that prevents it. It is not so terrible, right? It's something events around the world, at this very moment. But what do I care what happens in the world? Why has not that phone ringing? Why not, see, why can not you play? Please do it once, ugly, shiny and convicted junk. Some rings will not hurt you, does it? Damn you, pluck your filthy roots of the wall and smash your smug black face in a thousand pieces. Go to hell.
No, no, no. Enough is enough.
I have to think about anything else. That's what I'll do. Take the clock to the other room so I can not watch it. If unavoidable
consulting it, then I get up and go to the bedroom, and I'll have something to do. He may call me before you return to look at the time. If he calls me, I will be very gentle with him. If he says that tonight we can not see, I'll say, 'Do not worry, dear. Really, you can rest assured, I understand. "[...] Count to five hundred by fives, and if when finished has not called me I know that God will not help, it will not anymore. That will be the signal. Five, ten, fifteen, twenty, twenty, thirty, thirty-five, forty, forty-five, fifty, fifty-five ... [...] I will not. I should not do this. Maybe a little delay your call ... That is no reason for me to wear hysterical. [...] Can call might not come here without a telephone directory.
be angry if you see I've been crying. They do not like to cry. He never cried. I wish I could make you mourn. I wish I could mourn him and walk from one side to another room and feel a tightness in the chest, a festering wound in the heart. I wish I could cause an injury like that.
He did not want that. I'm afraid I do not even know how I feel. I wish I could know without my say-so. They do not like to tell them that you have made mourn, who are unhappy because of him. If you tell them that, they think you're possessive and tiresome. And then you hate. I hate when you say what you really think. Always you have to do some comedy. I thought our case was not necessary, we thought it was very serious and could express openly what they wanted. I guess that is never possible, that the relationship is never serious enough to admit an absolute sincerity [...] This is stupid. It is stupid to wish that someone is dead just because you did not call when he said he would [...] Maybe he is confident that it is I who call. Could. Could telephone him. I should not, no, no, no. My God, I beg you, let me not phoning. Avoid giving such thing. I know, Lord, I know as well as you, if you were worried about me call me from wherever that is, without any concern for who was present [...] Do not let hopes to continue feeding. Do not let me say comforting things. Do not let me keep waiting, Lord, I pray. [...]
phone you will not know where I am. He knows that I'm waiting here. He is so sure of myself, so sure ... I wonder why you hate as you are safe. It seems more logical to think that security is very nice.
would be easy to telephone him. Then I would know. Might not be so stupid to do that [...] Maybe he would not mind. Maybe you'd like. You may have tried to contact me. Sometimes someone attempts to communicate with you again and again and then tells you not get a reply. Do not say it just to calm down, they are things that happen for real. You know that really happens, Lord. Oh, Lord, do not let me go near that phone. Keep me away. Let me keep a bit of pride. I think I need it, my God. I think that is all that I have.
But what of pride if I can not stand not talking to him? That pride is something so stupid and mean ... The real pride, the pride, lies in lack of pride. I say this only because I want to call it. No way. It is true, I know it is. I'm going to be great, I'll be more beyond the petty pride.
Please God, let me not phoning, I pray.
do not see what pride has to do with this. Is too trivial to make the pride involved, to assemble all the fuss. You may not have misunderstood him. Maybe he told me to call him at five. "Call me at five, darling." It is very likely to have said that. You may not have heard correctly. "Call me at five, darling." I'm pretty sure that's what he said. My God, do not let myself talk this way. Let me know, please get me out of doubt.
'll think of something else. I'll be sitting, not moving. If I could remain seated and immobile ... Maybe I could read, but all the books dealing with beings who love, loyal and sweet. Why do want to write about it? Did not know that is not true? Do not they know it's a lie, a damned lie? What are you talking about it, when you know how it hurts? Damn, damn [...] I will not. I'll stay quiet. There is no reason to excite me. Look, suppose him to be someone who does not know too well, suppose it was another girl. What would you do then? Simply, I would telephone and ask, "I'm still waiting. What has happened? ". That's what I would do without thinking twice. Why I can not act naturally, just because I love him? I can be natural. Honestly, I can be. I'll call you, and be natural and enjoyable. See as yes, Lord. Oh, do not let them call you, no, no, no.
Let's see, Lord, do you really do not you call me? Are you sure, God? Could not you have the kindness to soften a bit? Could not you? Do not even ask you to make phone right now. Do you do in a minute, sir. Count to five hundred by fives. I will slowly, no cheating. If, when finished I phoned, I'll call. I will. Please God blessed me, my heavenly Father, let me call before the end. I beg you, Lord, please.

Five, ten, fifteen, twenty, twenty, thirty, thirty-five ...

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not pleasing li els topics. Això
N'is no one. Fixed.
The vàreu make you feel loved.
loves you.
in all that you have come.
In all that power did not come.
In all there were and they had come. In
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soon begin to hang the entries I have in the pipeline. The thing has been durum and see who disappeared nearly all old comments, and also I deleted the posts about books that were duplicates with the other blog (yes there are.) Maybe I can return to them and maybe not. The only thing not working is the link to the page by Marchetto, do not know why, but I said I have allowed access, although I can get from my favorites (I checked the address and the same, I've erased and rewritten a dozen times!)
" To some of the scholars who walk through here gets an explanation / solution?

Finally, I pay a passionate tribute to Daniel, who is respected 99 percent of the restoration. I believe that without him, would have abandoned pure rage and helplessness. Thank you, dear, I owe you one!

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More news! As I read a lot and I get many entries for books, I decided to open a third blog just for books, literature and related subjects. So I moved the three entries that were here a new one called Everything is in the books and whose link you have also left. Leave the original entries here, especially because it upsets me modify this blog and also, thereby eliminating your comments (I do not know how to move, if possible; tips allowed).
In reality this has to do with my mania for order. The thing was starting to seem a bit scattered, and I think if you diversify too much, some interesting things are lost in the whole. So The tides will memory for thoughts, memories and most intimate things, and therefore related to the title. Although at this rate I'm going to fill the posts and that cyberspace will also be a bit boring. Guess I'll have end up creating a more complex page which can include everything, but that is for later, much later, which I'm making the life more than necessary surfer ...