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me shit on your dead,

I can not sleep I dream that has become ...

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Of all the life I wanted to have a secret admirer. But there was no way. One of those who leave notes and gifts are able to brighten up any Valentine's Day while staying hidden in anonymity. Of all the commercial holiday of the year, Valentine's Day is the most hate. My efforts of anti-samba-Valentine led me to spend the afternoon in the Carreful, the abject supermarket in my neighborhood with the large Do not call me. Pushing the cestacarritos

, I decided to tell my research. Luli

My goddaughter has a secret admirer. I've since called The Love Anonymous, which cool more.

- Kika, I leave the cards in the pack. Is very brave because he risks you put a part - he tells me Luli while arching his eyebrows. The

that you put a hand must be awful.

Then, my goddaughter took a pile of neatly folded graph paper into four parts, which proceeded to read with the voice of the TV presenter. The letters were great, halfway between romance novel and the police report. I fourth, fifth or sixth (I say that primary). I love when you wear nail polish (because as the brightness is not ...). you the latest. In class I'm all the while thinking about you, but I can not look because you sit behind. Forgive me because once you kicked. The first ended with a desperate answer me.

- But how am I going to answer, if not who is? - Overwhelming logic of my goddaughter.
- is what has, so it is anonymous.

The best card was number five. He had a badly drawn red heart in the center and a postscript absolutely brilliant. Please do not be a lesbian . I

delivery. I think the poor were losing patience with no response.

- also gives me gifts, stickers of horses and two bracelets.
- A boy like there to be. A good gift is always soft. But really ... do not know who he is, Luli? Do not you be doing the interesting?
- No, Kika, I have no idea. I thought maybe you could help me.
- Yes Do not worry I've done a course of spyware and I know a lot of these things - the case was put with great conviction, as when my goddaughter and I had a wound iodine smeared it like a miracle product .

- Bring a notebook that we will make a list. Write the names of all the kids in your class.
- But if you told me is fourth, fifth or sixth! How do you know is in my class?
- This is a cover for misleading, because in another said that you sat behind him and therefore could not look at you all the time. Luli

I looked more and more convinced.

- Vale. Now cross out those who can not be because they do not like long fingernails. Tacha also those who sit behind you.
- this one also going to cross, I think he likes boys.

Children are now at all.

the end we are left with three suspects. Deadlock in the investigations, which have not been encouraged after the day of lovers.

- is that we were hiking and I do not think you could give me the letter ...

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Anonymous postcards, fragment IV

Every Wednesday I made up an excuse and missed school. Stayed at Cibeles, on the corner of the Bank of Spain, where there is a false door through which one rarely comes. The overhang of the building protects us from the flood of pedestrians moving down the Alcala street. We arrived late at the time: I could almost convince me that our faults were rhythmic in a way more or less intelligent. The place was not what mattered. Was how occur. Unlike in the rest of my life where I do not know nearly all the hows, I know that a bullet kills, but do not know how. Perhaps in reaction to the results-oriented terms.
How
. This was the first time that we were not the first time we met, a succession of perfect hows with me down with her hair down the stairs of the gate of Goya, you coming to the Museum in shirtsleeves, and more how , which was to this farewell. I decided to take you where you had to go and it turned out that was a hundred yards. We got in the car and stood in the middle of Neptune, when suddenly a swarm of bicyclists surrounded us, we were stopping traffic just us. That's when we kiss. When looking back at a hundred eyes staring through the windows, turning the car into a tank oxygenated. When we separated, applauded.

- Next no longer can watch for free - something I smiled blushing as he greeted the crowd.

(more Twenty postal here )

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Spring Early

do not have to heat, much as it always propose to the map of isobars. We are in February and March missing Maye, May to Marcee, a thousand waters April. Typically, cold weather. In fact, I was hoping the cold to stay calm like a hamster in the corner of the cage, on the way to the vet, covered with a towel and do not know what's wrong. Those were my plans for the winter. Written and seem pathetic, but less so. I had to close several cases, and I absorbed much of the little energy we had booked for the winter. I was about to pass the time in a state of mind I had never felt before. Intense apathy and sticky, making life voluntarily without any seeming hibernation too. Want to write without knowing what to say.

I would think that spring is expected. Not everything is the face of pain that goes so well with The Last Survivor when he sees me angry. I do not know whether the places on purpose, but it makes me laugh inside. I've been many times that emotional dump others, I find myself pouring wearily about him, Lady K, on Queens. I feel better, I think because I have no intention.

And suddenly, an email in the inbox, an almost blurry photo of the second before a kiss, a tiny spot of heat on the ice. Sometimes the most dangerous thing is disbelieving. Or almost disbelieving.

remember when I was little and saw the pictures of Once upon a time the human body , infections attacking the body whose defenses were a man dressed in white who haunted the veins trying to attack the killer bacteria. But sometimes exhausted and needed help from outside. Life-threatening. Without going to that, my veins need antibiotics and less anesthesia, better defenses and a little less virtual ketoprofen. I do not follow it. Start Serme not enough to pull it up tomorrow.

Come early spring.

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CINECINECINECINECINECINE

On several occasions I raised to make this a great movie news blog, but I am too lazy, I'll just hang crap (cinéphiles, of course) that also are not mine. FUCK YEAH

(this is the face of FUCK YEAH)
I start hanging my list of best movies I've seen, is 40 but I have thought about extending it to 50, not cool me the number 40 but for now it's something (Albert, goes for you, enjoy them):
http://www.imdb.com/list/ZbUrIt6_jCw/
Second, I found a website posters of the Oscar-nominated films (going, guess ... .......) if the better movie, if they speak for themselves. Descojone brutal, especially to "network" theshiznit.co.uk


With the King's Speech - "Hey, to you Yankees I loved" The Queen (Queen), "right?"


127 Hours - "You have to wait 85 minutes until they cut the arm"


Black Swan - "Lesbian Sex"


The Fighter - "The Wrestler" but boxing


Source - " Dude, do you know Origin?.'s too much.
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Guys Are Good -" Lesbians also have problems "


Social Network -" Turns out the guy who invented Facebook is a bastard "


Toy Story 3 - "You're going to mourn" Value


Law - Do I need a translation?


Winter's Bone - "Poor people are depressed"
(This piece will update it, do not respond now blogger)

Finally, to say that this weekend I had the chance to see cousins \u200b\u200bthat I found a delicious comedy of which are no longer made and "The Fighter" that has some of the best minutes of the year and deserves my adoradisimo Christian Bale won an Oscar!
NADA MAS, HAPPY Hanukkah!
PD: a hug and good luck to my colleagues Albert Rufus and they have started their journey in the blogging world! Here you can visit the

albertmarco.blogspot.com versosyreflexionesderesaca.blogspot.com and

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parallel realities take time some detainees. First there was a spark in Tunisia. Then, caught in Egypt, and today I have to go to Colesdebruselas, that flatulent city. Luckily

back tomorrow and I have not been removed like writing. It is only (or only) I have not had time.

anything I'll be back, if I leave.

A Kiss, K