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What do you say?

I give up, leave the deep thoughts, ideas, productive, important tasks that should devote my time and let me seducuir by Bridget Jones and its newspaper, once again. I use another piece of pizza left over from last night, filled my glass of Ripple, drop me, I sink into the couch. There are things that I have become accustomed gradually to go alone to the movies, my phone does not ring, some lunch with myself, turning my ideas instead of discussing it with you. It's harder when my friends go in pairs to a meeting, when I need you take me by the hand to avoid falling into those silences that absorb me in the street and make me forget where I go.

True, there are days when I despair and I would put a classified ad that says I need, urgently, a type boyfriend Mark Darcy, who has the time and ability to convince construct new stories that inspire me to become the poetic subject can renew a daily blog that has become cyclical and boring.

need another glass of Ripple to stun this train of thought, what good are the Prince Charming if neither wants to come and rescue me?

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Full speed ahead, toward Fukushima

Perhaps the disaster

Fukushima something has tilted public opinion in favor of environmental arguments in a struggle so far impossible credited against the powers that literally the news.

pleasantly

be surprising if this actually propel a shift in thinking for the long term, helping to remove the label of antisocial that green dangling without many wondering why. And who knows, you could even start paying attention to some concerns raised at the end of the sense of simple survival.

But twenty-five years of Chernobyl.

Meanwhile

our tireless Rainbow Warrior and its brave crew head to the heart of the matter. Surely to remain ignored in favor of tele-football and the lives of monarchs.

On board the Rainbow Warrior, due to Fukushima, Maite Mompó Greenpeace seafood

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In the realm of anecdotal, I've never seen that red umbrella .. .

Somewhere in Japan, after the earthquake of 2011 ( scattered Network).

Zatoichi, the Blind Swordsman

Model 195k C Lect Choke

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stubborn.
was putting together a very nice model. Topic
irrelevant.
was really very nice.

had doors and windows closed so the wind did not damage
and thus continue their work quiet. Sweet Music

background and a glass of wine to extol the throat.

take hours, days, weeks working.
stubborn.
wanted this particular model will go well.
Excellent. Perfect
.
His mind was a crazy 24 hours, thinking

detallecitos details and to arrange, modify, move, improve. So passed

long.
From start again.
Arm and disarm.
Until he reached the penultimate day.
is, the day after his beloved model would be over. Perfect
, as she wanted.

That night, anxious for the next morning to complete his masterpiece,
dreamed worst that could dream.

walked lightly
carefree
happy and proud of their effort.
walked slightly faster,
wanting to get into the room
carefully prepared for the construction of his model.
walked but his steps were not sounding.

As he approached the room
increased the volume of noise.
increased.
And grew.

formed in his mind
a horror movie.
And worse was to come
to see herself.
with a sledgehammer and a lighter,
the bucket of gasoline thrown on the bottom
and absolutely all shattered
model and gives off a horrible, horrible
,
disgusting and disheartening
smell gas.

She looked into his eyes,
as if it were a mirror, and in desperation

was launched on the model. Screaming
.
and screaming.

Heat, burning, pain


seized it when dream turned into flames.

"Curious"
is the title of the note as saying.
"The whole house was in ashes except one model

perfect heart-shaped"

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failing falling

The afternoon is about to rain, but I decided instead of going up, goes with gray clouds, with prayers that I can not complete. Perhaps if I had gone around a corner 'd be different here, vegentando me on the couch, thinking that if it rains hard we could go for a run in the rain, like when we were little and not matter that we get wet shoes.