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my last trip - Ezeiza

Finally the day had come. The night before, oddly enough, my 3 children had been home. It was a long time since we ate all four together. And to celebrate, we call ice cream for dessert. Even Fede, who by then had gone to live with his father, slept at home.
At noon dined at home my parents and my brother and his family. We had a nice time.
Before leaving for Ezeiza, Claudia came to our house to give me the address of his aunt who lived in NYC and you expect to find there.
At six in the afternoon we leave for the airport. The night was bleak, drizzly, but at least it was very cold. The journey was very unpleasant because the General Paz was very dark and did not even have marked the white lines is defined, so nothing was visible. Access to the highway to get to Ezeiza was badly marked and it took several turns to get there. Already in Ezeiza
first thing I did was send the luggage to not be carrying loads. I saw people with suitcases loaded trunks were rolling true, while mine weighed about 10 kilos with all miserable and tare. And then we sit and wait ...
A while later my parents and my kids stuck around and I went to boarding.
When I went two years earlier had entered the other hand, much nicer. This sector was ugly, with a threadbare upholstered armchairs and hideous blue color. The four kiosks that ranged from free-shop left much to be desired, not only be unsightly but also for being expensive. The only bar we had was similar to the Retiro subway station C but with prices the Galerias Pacifico.
Among my companions were waiting a group of boys about 20 years in Paraguay, a couple of girls in Chile, a group of missionaries from Meaux who were with a priest and two blacks were Brazilians and Americans about two meters high stood out from others as much for his height and his physical.
I noticed that boarding area was so deserted, taking into account that many flights were scheduled.
To me these are wonderful times. You start a new adventure. It is unknown dive into a pool without knowing if there is water. It is, ultimately, to feel truly alive.
While waiting I started chatting with one of the Chilean girls who told me that all (Chilean, Paraguayan and Brazilian) went to Sydney to meet with the Pope. There were about 80, although the full committee was about 500 American.
After seeing them talk and pray, sing and dance got on the plane, which went on schedule. Once located
had dinner, I settled in and after a few hours, I woke up the lights breakfast and ready to get to Miami.

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Veranito San Juan

This is a public denunciation .
The heat is half crazy, ciertamente.35 or 40 degree wind chill at work and dressed for the occasion (if on a Caribbean beach mesh would be different ...) anyone mad.
But walk through the city's downtown these days brings other problems as well as melted butter which missed out on the counter.
This morning, before coming to the office, I decided to do some Christmas shopping, while still taking advantage of the cool morning. I walked
Corrientes to Florida direction to Plaza San Martín.
is no longer enough to dodge holes and watch where you walk to avoid twisting an ankle (I'm with plugs) but also have to dodge the droplets, drops and even jets of air conditioners.
course, the above are leaking into the buildings, which makes it difficult enough to go looking glass.
I wonder: Can not do anything about it? Do the vendors sell both do not care that people can not see their windows?
Yes, I know: we live in Argentina ...

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Life gives you surprises ... Winter

This last time was difficult. Hard and gray days. And I did not feel like writing only pale.

But every now and then life gets in the way me a memorable day. Such is the case today.

15 days ago a PhD in physics friend, through lunch, I called for a conference on energy that would in the National Senate. The coordinate a workshop on renewable energy, and needed a right hand (already have one, I needed another).

Upon learning, a chemist friend told me: "Sure! Going with him and not me! I also need help." "Well, E., I'm also on Thursday with you," replied solicitous. Each

one has a scratch, and I am no exception: I am fascinated by these things!

One time a friend said: "Before you do what you do I'm going to work as a servant", to which I replied "You too!". It is clear that she is a lawyer.

The issue is that today at 10 am it was the opening act. There were the Lord Chancellor, the Minister of Energy, Senator Filmus, national and other authorities of my university, and an old friend which I will discuss later.

After the ceremonial act, we went to the workshop.

On the table were my friend and I and other specialists who spoke on wind, geothermal and solar thermal. As I repeat, I love all this, I enjoyed the lectures widely, and I always learn a lot.

opened before the end of the discussion, and listeners (68 in total) bombarded the panel with questions.

But it does not end there.

past noon I went with my friend to eat a salad bar on the corner where we made the report and the proposals that we believed should be implemented, including the modification of an energy bill that is already in the Senate and the implementation materials consistent with the subject in undergraduate courses in Engineering, Architecture and Economics. Had to be presented at the plenary at 16:30 pm.

As I sometimes believe me, I felt it was my chance to do something for the country. I do not know if it will do much, but it's something (there is nothing better than having a clean conscience.)

And tomorrow will be another workshop with both fuels.

But the day brought more surprises me (very nice, by the way).

When I was in the room, first thing, someone hugged me from behind. As if the skin had memory, I felt a tremendous tingling.

"Guacha, they're cute! To you it does not happen to you the years!" Said a voice.

My mind wandered to many years ago. When I was about 14 years, was the "girlfriend" with a guy my age, which then stopped watching.

At the beginning of my college career I met again with him. We now have the age our children!

Despite various engineering study, prepared together many core subjects. At that time we were united not only love but also the long hours of study, adrenaline approve the studies and those nerves endings. And we made a few typical crazy 19.

But then everyone made their way.

We are 2 times: once at the home of a mutual friend, and another at the wedding of his cousin, a friend of my ex. But both were accompanied.

a couple of years ago I found a university assembly, but little or nothing we could talk.

"I left, I snapped today at close range.

"Do not tell me!" I answered trying to put a face circumstance while biting my lip to keep from smiling with joy.

inappropriate never missing ruining the scene. "We have to go to shop," he told them.

"You know I spent all week thinking about you?" I said. "On Friday I have to go to your right, and get you to greet you thought."

"Dale. And we'll drink. Take my card. Here are my mail and my phone."

Is just the third time's the charm?

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is a rainy and gray. It is very cold. I just broke up with my friend Chris that I had endless problems with his ex. I normally try to offer encouragement, but this time I could not. The last time I feel the forces I run, I can not follow, or do not want to go. Reasons

there, no question. But always gave battle to the problems, and generally overcame. But today I do not know what happens.

18 years I lived with a violent morally destroyed me, belittled me, he took me to the brink of insanity and suicide. That not only attacked me, but also our children, who are still living its consequences.

With lots of help, much effort and time I got out of that situation and separate.

was not easy: while my children were boys do not work to care. Aware that my children needed to eat, I worked at a vet where did everything. Washed and peeled dogs and cats on the weekends to get some more grip. Cleaned houses to complete the week. He taught at home.

Thanks to the debacle of our country the business closed. Like a miracle, it appeared at that time a substitution at the university where I work now. Was temporary, but I did not care. The salary was (and remains) quite low, but I never had problems with missing hours or one day. Completed

this work, I started working at the Ministry of Science and Technology. Was finally mine. And I love what I do, which is not an understatement. But fate had prepared me more surprises.

separated Soon I got sick. I went down 9 kilos in 3 months, which already looked anorexic. Many times I could not even take water and the pain was unbearable. And the worst is that no one was with the diagnosis.

Sometimes called an ambulance in the middle of the night would not get suspicious that the next day. Over a weekend he spent hospitalized.

But I kept fighting. Took the Rock Crawling and would laburar. Half the time did what had to do, and the other half vomiting in the bathroom. Rock hanging on the back with legs that I did not support her. And came home where I took care of the chores.

At the time spent much time in bed with painkillers.

a day like any other, and without being asked, it appeared the bony. But I faced. "We have to get you off the spleen," said the doctor, "because you have a cyst that occupies it."

When I went to the clinic was happy. I finally end up suffering. But I was wrong.

The operation was a success, but the thing followed. Each time was worse. Flew from mouth, and started giving me morphine to calm down. I had no strength to stand. But either way I stopped and went ...

It took a year to give me a diagnosis. It was a rare intestinal disease. The problem then was to find a gastroenterologist who knew and could treat the disease.

finally found one that charged me a fortune and that he should go 2 times per month, one for him and the 2 nd only to show the analysis, but they charged me strictly to the two (these specialists do not work for social work).

The medication was brutal. So much so that even this summer when I was with my old Cordoba, had me a weekly blood control and pass data to the doctor on the phone to make sure no other problems arise. Everything has its positive side: genetically hairless, I lost the rest of the body hair, and is now I do not need waxing. I only regret I have few tabs, but you can not ask for anything.

As weed never dies, I kept alive and kicking. But the remedies had millions of contraindications. And one day I rot to take a daily rainbow of pills and said enough. I went to see a holistic practitioner who is currently treats me makes me biological treatments that I'm the phenomenon. Controlled

and that case, the problems started with my youngest son. In two years and had 3 suicide attempts and in a neuropsychiatric hospital. And I'm still struggling with that right now. Besides taking care of my other two children, home and work.

usually not slowed, but sometimes I can not over and I get to mourn ...

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The hysterical are the best! Ema

Last week I received several PPS which dealt with women. Than who was the inventor of the "women's liberation" that the problems we have to stay in shape, one from a friend Eng (as well put it) was a demagogic attack on what men would do without us ...

Thinking on Thursday that was when I went to a lecture on fuzzy logic was an engineer friend. That meant getting home at about 22 to make dinner and transform in housekeeper.

And I said, "change the conversation by being quiet in my house since early? Not crazy I was, I replied.

permanent Would you change diets and the gym to get fit by sitting at home and resign myself to the rolls as I sent a lasagna? Would it change have been aware of the new materials they are working at Imperial College in London to know the cats turn to fight on TV? Would you change to see the novel in the afternoon to see the robotics laboratory at the University Carlos III of Madrid? Would you change gray hair by not having to endure the color once a month? Would you change to get up later (even if one of the things I hate most in the world is up early) having to travel as tujes to downtown every day?

NO, NO, a thousand times NO.

will tell me that women now add tasks instead of sharing, we have a lot more stress, we suffer heart disease, we're exhausted. And it's true. But we had to pay a cost. Nothing is free in this life.

Without making value judgments (I am also a little demagogic and want to stay right with God and the Devil), I think women in general have grown by leaps and bounds. We do not take charge of our home and our children, can be transformed into real beast when it comes to defending. We study and we train. In general we support our partners to help it grow when we can and if not, do a million things. In fact, when cultural tours, trips to the theater, courses, including meetings of their own and most are single women. Men, by contrast, tend to stay in homely clothes strewn on the couch watching the game on TV. Is it better? I do not know. Only an empirical observation.

But woman, I think that we can do all what we intend!

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want to write for days. But the blank screen I think a sea impassable and words elude elusive.
need your arms. I feel you near. You light the fire in me. I imagine your body and I want to ride with my desire. I tangled my fingers in your chest. I would like feel your breath on my skin. I'm hungry for your touch.
I know: your world and mine are difficult to unite. And I know that reality is. Sometimes I feel an irrepressible passion and wish that I possessed unchecked, we could realize our fantasies (more mine than yours, honestly). Others, however, I feel scared and fled like cowards. On these occasions remind Sabina: "I believe that the desire to Sade the brakes feel terrible" and I know he's right. But I can not with me.
also acknowledge that there is much ratoneo, imagination, much to want it that way.
See? I am unable to spend much time with his feet on earth.
Many things changed this last time, and sometimes not even recognize myself. I'm trying to learn to live with all these new sensations that I can not fail to feel but not flooded and I know how to handle.
There are so many things I want to tell you! Maybe one day, face to face, to do so. But there is time, and I am of not trying to fulfill your dreams ...

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Fabian left a comment in my previous post. With my near-zero power of synthesis started to answer and, as it was a little long, I chose to include it here.

Freddie says already in the beautiful song that I included: "Just one year (in this case, one week) of love Is Better Than a lifetime alone ...". Who cares if the photos are placed early sepia? Personally, I always brings a smile to find one of those photos in a drawer in the middle of quilombo daily. Well you say, a nice feeling. A nice Marquita among the many wounds of war.
already lost hope of finding the man of my life. I seek no longer anyone to grow old together. I think I could not bear to have someone every day in my bed when I'm tired from scratch or everyday problems. In these conditions, these moments are havens of peace to help me forward.
Given the above, I will answer your question.
Maybe in my adolescence, when hormones were rioting, the important thing was the passion. But at this point it just does not reach me, which does not mean I do not like. Put it this way: passionate sex is like a cake: I like and enjoy. But if the sweet filling more like it. And if I put up some strawberries, is an almost perfect cake. With sex it's the same: to reach orgasm is nice. But if you add a bit of attention from the two is better. And if we add a little romance the night is perfect.
Argentines in general (not talking about Latinos, because in Cuba the deal you gave me was different) have an attitude of "Baby, come to teach you", worried about their sexual performance and feeling are not enough men if women do not enjoy. The Saxons, however, are more gentle, more gallant, more concerned about sharing that males show what they are.
party at this point I feel that the other cares. I do not care if the relationship lasts a year, month, day shift or a hotel, or if we lie shamelessly eternal love. But I want this time is ours. I show that I'm more than a hole in the crotch where do acrobatic feats to tell friends at the bar. We exchange a few words in addition fluid. Let us enjoy ourselves as well as satisfy a biological need.
is true that Argentines are more fiery and more distant Saxons but, as you asked my opinion, definitely vote for the latter.

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Just yesterday I had a little time since my arrival in Buenos Aires to write. I started a cute story that will probably end up in the following days. But I could not follow. Other things occupied my mind and here the story. Those who abstain are a bit down anymore.

The day I arrived in Buenos Aires, and without even leaving the airport, my parents told me that my youngest son was admitted to a neuropsychiatric disorder. The shock was strong. But as two years ago that we were in trouble, did not cost me too much overlap.

My family was always responsible, serious and common sense of the group, a role that I have absolutely repodrida.

While I was not, everyone rolled up his sleeves and did what he had to do. When was the workhorse all washed hands and put me in charge, obviously with my consent. It's my son, and wanted to take charge.

two weeks ago that I keep running after three (because it is my only son, and others, although the banking, deserve no less).

retrospect, it was a bad experience: Finally, after two years, give me a coherent diagnosis. It is a personality disorder that has to do with the psychological and psychiatric not what (not if it is better or worse). In these 3 weeks was an incredible change and making strides. Hopefully it stays that way.

I removed many prejudices psychiatric facilities. I feared that what had tabletting in a horrible place, and it was not so: the place looked like a spa, gym, shops, a games room. He said the food was excellent. And only went to 1 tablet per day, which was what I was taking.

But I also learned other things that might have preferred to ignore.

First, I realized who cares even a little. For example my friends Claudia and Fabian sent me some mails or text messages. I did not need more than that to know they were, and that only made me much good. Another

person, said to my good friend did not call me all week. But on Thursday afternoon agreed, and made a hurried call. He asked, as it should be, how was my son, tell me then I had to go on Friday to the business of a mutual friend that I would clear my head a lot of good, and could I go get the daughter to the car, go look at it and go together. I replied that I intended to go, but each one by his side.

understand that many do not mind my son, because I do not know too much. I also happens. But I care if my friend, I send a little message "che ... VOS how you doing?" Another

of the things I learned is that everyone knows what to do, but no one rolls up. Everyone gives advice not only asked but are supremely ridiculous and I break the balls, which is why I discussed with several.

But most curious of all, I just realized I'm all alone, as usual (not that there is no one around). I always managed that way, and I guess that will always be so. And yet, I'm not alone, but I feel safe, quiet, firm in my belief and, above all, I feel I made a good living with myself.

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One year of love

Ema had made many efforts to make the English course "in situ".
took the plane with high expectations, glad I succeeded.
The residence which was kept really comfortable but a little off center. But train service was excellent and it took half an hour to get to class.
Although breakfast at home, was always to school early, and had taken the habit of drinking a coffee in the cafeteria of the place while reading the newspaper.
The course was really helpful, stimulating, interesting. Conversations with people from other countries and cultures she loved. Not only was learning English, but was aware of other life forms.
From the beginning Ben had noticed that one of the teachers treated her with deference. But not much attention because he was much younger than her and if not disliked, it was not his type. Monday
The second class was on love, phrases, emotions, places of meeting. Ten minutes before the end, had to write a letter. Without much inspiration, Ema wrote things like "You get to start the fire in me" "I'm hungry for your touch", "need to feel your breath on my skin" or "I love to travel around your body with my fingers," listening the advice he had given a friend a while back.
In all, Ben chose to read his letter in public, and Emma felt horror as he visibly excited, a fact corroborated by all present. She was red as a tomato and did not know where to go, when it came time to finish the class.
While others left the room Ben came over and whispered "I love the Argentine style, and left.
She was quite disturbed, although the situation made her feel good and spent the rest of the day with a smile. If I was to be honest, I was delighted to produce this reaction.
The next morning was taking the usual coffee when he saw him coming. He sat at his table and talked for a while. The language was hardly an impediment.
Every night school organized social activities, and that night would be a tasting of beers in a nice pub nearby. Ema hitherto had not gone to these activities because they were generally quite theater trips expensive and also did not understand English well enough to follow a complete work. But this was different, and gave him the chance to meet new people. So when Ben asked if he would, she did not hesitate to answer yes. Imagining
(or willing) to have a special night, Emma looked carefully inside and outside her clothing and perfume. Arranged her hair, makeup, and headed to the pub.
The place was beautiful. Typically English, with the dark paint, soft lights, ornaments in gold, wood. Both inside and on the sidewalk, enjoying the warm night had many people trying out different kinds of beers served there. Ema
approached a group of acquaintances who were talking animatedly. It felt good because he had become very good friends with a lot of new people from different countries and different cultures. I really enjoyed those talks. Ben
arguing heatedly with Hector, a English, which of the two empires (English or British) was larger. Ema felt funny how each one revealing its idiosyncrasies: a Hector was foaming at the mouth, grinned, and gave millions of arguments. Ben, phlegmatic as good English, just said, without further gestures that did not agree. Ben proposed
Rato after a walk. Without greeting anyone and he Ema left the pub towards the park.
In an attitude that greatly surprised, Ben took the waist as they walked. The British tend to keep their distance, so she did not expect.
walked under the trees in the park. They kissed, chatted a lot, laughed. They walked enjoying the wonderful night that Julius had given them ... and decided to find a less public place where you can get more comfortable. I undressed alone
urgently. Were covered with eyes, fingers, tongue. Is possessed with a passion. They loved each other wildly until their sexes were found in a rhythmic dance. They continued having sex until they fell asleep, exhausted.
morning found them arms, satisfied. Turned to love in the shower while the warm water ran their bodies and had breakfast together before going to school.
Although no one made no comment, Ema tried to maintain composure in the college. I did not want to be the center of the gossip of others. And although Ben understood this position, did not seem very concerned about the gossip.
was a few days to complete the course, and not squandered. As Ben worked until 4, Ema took advantage of the afternoon to stroll through the city he loved, to pick up her scent, to do some shopping. And they were in the early evening, they dined together, walking in the West End, and they loved each other passionately.
's all over at last, and this was no exception. Lied last night that would be written, that they would be. But there lies it's nice to be believed. Ema
returned home to prepare the bag without turning.
next morning took the train to the airport with your luggage, your bag and travel bag he had bought. Move all those belongings was nothing easy.
When I tried to download everything that train someone from behind said, "Shall I help you?" And she immediately recognized the voice.
- How are you here? "She asked.
- It's Saturday, and wanted to come to say goodbye, "he said. Ben
helped send the luggage, then took the last coffee. Accompanied her to the door of migration and returned to say goodbye. Before leaving, Ben kissed her hand, as a duke.

- Guacha, you ate a dick! "Said her friend Sandra to hear the story.
- Yes, nothing important ... lied Ema.

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Photography is not my thing, I assure you. But before I show adventures continue to have some New York skyscrapers. I do not understand how I fell into a well as looking up!

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Argentina Yesterday was the day of his friend.

Here in London had no idea of \u200b\u200bthat event.

however, had been invited to a party to be held Argentina in the Tower of London, promising native music, choripan and empanadas.

Of course there was.

The invitation clearly said at 20.30 pm. Almost anywhere in the world (or at least the few I know) the 20.30 means just that: half past eight p.m..

But for Argentines "about" at 22.00. Where did he get that fucking shit usual? (I say this with all the words because the lateness seems to me a total lack of respect for the other person).

So until the 22 was almost alone in the restaurant. This was a nice place, located in glass towers incredible, especially considering that they are glued to the Tower of London, a fact that makes even more difference between past and present.

Just to pass the time and partly because I was starving, take the time to send me a Coca choripan (wine is not mine).

Around 22 people began to fall. I found it: it is natural that people from the same region tend to join when this far: we have a common culture, a common experience and, most importantly, a common language that can communicate without barriers. This may not understand it too who have not had the experience, but speaking another language 24 hours is hard.

What I do not like too much was the flooding caused by crying.

tears mixed with songs sounded Charly Garcia, Andres Calamaro, spoke of the great meat in Argentina and spent Gardel films in black and white on a huge plasma.

And I wondered, if somewhat strange, why not return to your country? If you think the British and the Argentines cold mass, why not going to take Rock instead of the Circle Line? If this city is very expensive, because you will not go through with and break the rising in our country, to see if we can pull it off?

tell me is that in Argentina there are too many possibilities, and perhaps true. But it is also true that many of those who got a college degree (and have good jobs) and many who did not succeed (and washed the glasses that would wash in our country) were split instead of doing something.

under these conditions, it seems to be complaining about how bad is the country that welcomed it, at least, be ungrateful.

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New York, New York

Arrive JFK before noon. As had been a domestic flight was not so difficult recuparacion suitcases. Just

retrieve the bag I was approached by two huge black. In English they were asked if the company had booked to go to the hotel. In Castilian (I guess I imagined English speaking) one said to another "This Leave it to me" and proceeded to grab my bag. In perfect Castilian said, "leave me alone. I do not want to take me," and literally tear off the bag of the hand. A man approached the airport and kindly asked me if I were bothering. I told him I had no problems and told me how to take the van. That was my first encounter with NYC.

But fortunately had nothing to do with what came later. Subi

to go along with others who also went to Manhattan.

Highway was crowded, so it took quite reach the center.

was amazing the size of the cemetery at the entrance to Manhattan: miles and miles of park cemetery with crosses next to each other.

After 1 and 1 / 2 hour trip we arrived at my hotel. When I saw the door down and I had to gather courage to enter. However, it was a very good place to be, I was comfortable and the staff were extremely friendly.

sucucho My room was a 1.5-by 2.5 m or so, but enough to sleep and leave my stuff. Pull the bag and darted into the street, determined not to lose the first day in that city.

The hostel was in a residential area near Central Park, which looks like very expensive. Was 1 block from Broadway, and directed my steps towards lli.

This avenue is a bustle. The avenue is wide, with a boulevard in the middle, and trails are also very wide. In general, despite being as tall buildings, New York is very bright.

When you get to Broadway and Columbus Circle (a square named for having a statue of the admiral said in the middle), appeared in an immense 8 patrols operating. Parked in a row and officers began to fall. I was hoping to find one as cute as "Bones", or as good a physicist as "Law & Order SVU." But more it seemed to the Chief Wiggum and his gang.

it grew dark and stop at a little market to buy something for dinner. A wonderful place where there were all like in a drugstore. It was hard to choose something.

I went to dinner at the Game Room of the hotel, a nice place where there was TV, computers, pool, an area with armchairs ... The funny thing was the entrance, lined with toilet, bidet and tub pot officiating.

And so ended my first day in NYC, because the physical was not for more ...

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finally began my journey. Although the time is passing more quickly than it wants.
On Sunday night I went to Ezeiza, praying Airlines not suffered any strike, inconvenience or delay. And so it was.
boarded the plane at the appointed time, and flew to Miami.

At the airport was to get a shuttle to the hotel. I was informed that there were vans (vans) from each hotel that came to pick up passengers for free. So after a bit of hope came that I played, it was on purpose near the airport (was to continue my journey at dawn the next day). Luckily he had brought a backpack with a change and leave the rest of the luggage at the airport. Moving with the bags is the unintended effect of travel. Reach

very simple little hotel, but the room was spacious and had a pool which was wonderful (although I could not enjoy with me despite having the mesh due to lack of time).
And I started to do my tour of rigor.
found that I had, wait, wait, and wait until the group finally appeared, 36 which would take me to the Downtown.
This is paradise "all x 2." Businesses are quite Berret, and the prices are ridiculous, but now we are in the 3 to 1. At last I understood the folly of the people in the 1 to 1!
Buy T-shirts for my kids and I said "one day in Miami makes me know its beach !!!".
So after another tamer take another bus to Miami Beach.
I get off at Lincoln Road, a pedestrian street, pretty, pretty much business and palms in the center. Below of the palm trees were the tables of the bars.
was past noon, and just me and the lizards were in the street beneath the sun murderer. After the pedestrian walk, walk across the beach looking for.
I was there for a while, but under the palms. I'm a little crazy, but not enough to risk full of sores and ruin the trip trying to get a tan Caribbean.
As I had been advised not to walk alone after 20 pm, and turned back, he knew long (outbound was delayed about 2 hours).
Arrive at the hotel, I took a shower and turn to eat a salad at McDonalds. Maybe someone can explain why prices are cheaper here than in Argentina. And I do not come with having to import the burgers. Even with the dollar 3 to 1, the menu goes 5 dollars more expensive (about 15 $)...
Since I was a little tired and the morning was to wake up at 5.30, went to bed early.
With the few hours that I was in Miami that my rating is not very valid, but still give you my opinion: No I found nothing special. Do not get excited. Maritima is a beautiful city, spacious, sunny, and impossible without a car! If there is a next time, I'll rent one. Leave
Miami with all the expectations in New York. And I'm not disappointed. It's wonderful, exciting, beautiful. And return with pleasure.
But that will tell what the next post.

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At home I'm going through a delicate situation. That's why my mood is a bit down and stress is making the rounds in my body.
On Saturday (my birthday), I called my friend Sandra.
- What are you doing today, asked thoughtful.
- Nothing ... I have no desire for anything, my stomach hurts and breaks my head, I answered truthfully.
- But you will not be alone tonight! Venite to go home and eat something there.
- No, Sandra, refuted. I'm not mad at center with this car morondanga.
Half an hour later I called again:
- I spoke with Patricia (which lives near the house.) It happens to look at 9 and come here. Then we see what we do.
I was unable to say no. Reluctantly, but aware that I would much rather get some fresh air, I signed up for departure.

weather was not seen Patricia. So the trip was the perfect excuse to catch up with gossip and mourn a little for the misfortunes of another. Any woman knows what those moments can be liberating. So we made it lighter Sandra stress and mood jacarandoso.
- We go to Golden, we snapped Sandra without anesthesia. None of the three had previously been in that place, and actually sounded as a fun alternative. And over there we go.

Upon arrival we received a very nice man. After asking if it was our first time (in Golden, obviously), informed us that there were two rates, according to the location of the table. As the difference was not great and the show we were going to witness warranted a good visibility we chose the most expensive.
then crossed a black curtain, very heavy, to find a place not too big, with little light. We were greeted by a boy dressed in black pants and white collar and cuffs with black light protruding, who accompanied us to the table, excellent location on a platform. We started well.
Then came another man who introduced himself and told us to be our waiter, and then we cut pizza, they are free. Then I remembered
sociological studies of my friend Fabian and I was ready to do likewise.
Myth No. 1: "Women are a desperate and get as crazy."
False. Women are crazy. We do not need encouragement to it. But the truth is that most (not made a detailed study) were like us: ordinary women who want to have fun.
A while later a transvestite who officiated as master of ceremonies opened the show.
There were 3 main groups: those bachelorette parties celebrating the birthday girl, and celebrating their divorces.
The "madam" named us and brought us up on stage to receive a peck of two adonis prepared for this purpose (and yes .... I got. Or perhaps it was my birthday?).
In the first box (actually all had the same structure) went to the public "The Phantom of the Opera", complete with mask. Rose spectacularly to the stage where he danced sensually. He took off his mask, revealing a pretty face. Continued taking off her shirt, and that it got interesting: broad shoulders, arms worked, and abdominal and chest marked board. He kept pulling his pants, leaving only a slip dress tail-less fluorescent orange. Just when we thought the number was over, voilà!, Disappeared slip.

"It's a donkey!" Said one of my friends (curiously versed in the battles over love) with wide eyes.

I nodded. It was the only way to answer, because my jaw had dropped precipitously.

After holding a towel with his penis in a display of aerobatics, the retired gentleman stage.

Myth No. 2: "Women are pulled over for groped types."

False. When actors go to the public, women stretch their arms and scream, but nothing more. None claimed more than that.

order not to lead, I tell them that then became sailors in uniform, one dressed as SWAT, another sensually showered in a tub, etc., And all developed and culminated in the same way.

invited in tables up to some lady from the public and sixties there was a woman who took all the applause to engage in a fun pose supposed amatory not in any book of the Kama Sutra.

Myth No. 3: "The guys grab you by the hand and force you to go on stage."

False. Types make you a sign from above and, if you want, you go up.

After the show, dancers collars and cuffs were only dressed up with sexy red shirts, the players donned "from home" and walked around the room where most of the ladies (and girls) took the opportunity to take photos hugging, and stayed there.

And all hell broke pachanga.

gentlemen entered the room patiently waiting outside. Most (if not all) were boys who expected to find a fleeting love-hungry veteran, encouraged by the situation.

We were dancing about three hours, and then we went singing softly (literally, because when we were Freddie Mercury singing "Do not stop me now").

Needless to say we went to have coffee and discuss the details of what we had seen.

In my opinion, was a good experience (apart subtleties.) It's a nice place, they treated us excellent, the pizza was delicious, and rejoice our eyes with beautiful male specimens.

And, to the delight of the gentlemen with whom nature has not been so benign, we prefer them to more normal!

Why Does It Hurt To Be On Top

Reunion

had always been a free spirit. Although at this stage of his life there was much that was rethinking, and it remained unclear if he would be free or could not make a commitment. Or never met the right woman. O. ..
Love had always seemed very strange game, full of hope and disappointments, sometimes noble to the point of imbecility and other vile to the point of amorality. She came to believe that love nullified the common sense self-preservation, the illumination of the mind.
And maybe it never was in love.
Their marriage had been in limbo asexual adult of a lack of love, or even affinity, for many years.
Cohabitation with his wife was like walking through an impenetrable fog. What I felt was so amorphous that kept always squeezed to become something different and yet equally unidentifiable. Occasionally one was aware of a change in ambient temperature: extra patches on a substrate moisture usually viscous. For when it came to a climax, if it was only opened his mouth to yawn.
And his work had become a sad backwater where he kept his mind occupied away from metaphysical pose.

That night was to go to that dinner. I did not really win, but anything was preferable to support the bills that his wife happened every time the opportunity arose. Not for a moment she thought of going in search of his wife before leaving. He had forgotten for years ... if, indeed, had ever remembered.
was a typical, boring evening. Why had he gone? Maybe I could sneak in a while and go have a beer at a bar.
And suddenly appeared. When he saw a wild and triumphant that it flowed into the eyes, skin, hair ... Bristling, Mario stopped in his tracks, overwhelmed by a kind of terror. Venus. She was Venus. Sovereign of life and death. For what life was saved the procreative principle? What death, except for its extinction? Everything else was decoration, ornaments invented to convince people that life and death should mean something more.
She looked at him. Intrigued, Mario looked back.
- Hi, said Mario approaching.
- Hello. How did they not see you! Do you remember me? I'm Laura.
's face Mario is served as an a mirror, and began to take shape in him a happy smile. Someone from the old days! How could he not having recognized?
- It's amazing! You are so changed ...
- But some things never change, and I'm terribly bored at these meetings. Are we a while in the garden? Laura

took his hand and led him out gently. He followed without question. Her dress shone through her breasts, her white skin and soft, rounded shapes. And it was more than Mario could bear. Then the control
Mario stony broke and not knowing how she would react, her arms extended. Hungry for it, Laura offered her lips hungrily.
The kiss was exquisite. Mario's hands roamed the back of the girl and a delicious erection struggled to get a space inside your pants.
They said a few words of love, and were given without question to find so rewarding for both was much more than a reunion.

Mario slowly returned home. What God had sent? He suddenly felt lighter, like a benign god really good and had passed by. A strange feeling for someone that knew no peace.

When he arrived, his wife slept. Fortunately. He lay down quietly. While waiting to sleep thinking about all the things you should rethink your life ...

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My 1 st 15 minutes of fame

often told Unconditional newsprint featuring several family. In my case, I need not to embarrass anyone. Alone is enough for me.

claims I have a wagon with '92 model car. I gotta buy it thanks to Julian Weich and its "Done Deal."

The case was thus: the foreign friends of my old car found lying in the street and, thinking that someone had been forgotten me decided to stay without any notice.

When I went into insurance, I said the last installment of it was unpaid, and therefore would not charge anything.

was useless to pray, mourn, Patel and offering favors to whom I attended, primarily because it is a lady and I have no such sexual orientation.

When it seemed all was lost because it had no way to bring money back to buy another car, I remembered the words of my guru friend Eduardo, when he said that if things did not go on the road had to be opened as usual head enough to be able to seek alternative routes.

With these ideas spinning through my brain (there are many neurons, so they have enough space to do so) I got a 28 on Tuesday of the Constitution Station.

- Why not, asked me this, so deluded as ever.

- Because you see on TV doing the little toad, I answered my bitter superego.

tied I had to lead, were addressed to my steps to the producer, near the train estración.

There was a large group of people waiting to be interviewed. In all my time before said they would call to participate, so I got quite disappointed.

The gentleman who served me told me that I would do a test of general culture. " As the odd book was read during my life, I said "why not!".

The questions were fairly simple, and I think I have removed a MS (before the educational reform had been a 9 or 10), asked me if I could do a screen test. Completed

it, I was quoted the next day to record. Should go with a companion.

I came home jubilant, and I asked my oldest son (the only one who at that time was old enough) if he would accompany me on the newsprint, and he replied yes, very funny.

With a view to fuck and all the faith in myself, we set this Wednesday at dawn to Martinez in the 60 (not guarangos. It took me no biro).

In the study there were millions of people occupying the bleachers (fortunately, because it was so cold it was good for a little "warmth"). A group of assistants treated us like sheep, bringing us back and forth, making sure that no moved from its place or to go to the bathroom and distributing appropriate colored scarf (purple, in our case). First

2 galleries participating. The winner would play. And guess who the winner was ours.

racing started the second stage the 5 sectors of the same color. It also goes without saying that we won the (5, to be exact).

At that time, already past midday, made a recess in which a gingerbread invited us, left us a while to chill out and cloudy day and we were allowed to pee in a filthy portable toilets.

The winners we settled into the stands. I was sure that in this instance would win: Pique pointed, not left to the end.

Another person and I should make the unfortunate toad and answer the math puzzle. The man pressed the button racing. I thought "¡¡¡¡ Nooooooo!! Get here and lose !!!!". But he was wrong, and I became the winner. I chose the briefcase
number 11 and, after all the hoopla, I won enough to buy my sweet. A month later I handed the check.

What followed was incredible. For a week it was impossible to go out. To make shopping took forever, because everyone asked me about the program. I went from being in a bar and a woman near me looking like a ghost I was actually wondering if I had participated on Sunday.

caught me having the force of the idiot box!

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Terminal II (final)

At that point the game I wanted to tell that they were not home at the airport early ... without taking into account that there were five hours apart, and although for me it was 8.30, in Buenos Aires I Dear were 3.30. Just when I realized my poor mother attended to voice between sleeping and worried, thinking who knows what happened at that hour of the morning. The din was so brutal that began appearing in local television screens, which made it appear the Argentine Consul at the scene of the crime (well, not exaggerate ...). Just then someone came Air Madrid and the airport (absent without notice until that time.) Barajas was beginning to dawn, awakened from his dream bars and free-shop businesses raised their curtains like eyelids giants. To calm things down a bit, we were told we were having breakfast (obviously in charge of the company) to one of the bars, while trying to solve the "inconvenient." It was a latte with a bill but for me, the last thing I had tried had been a sandwichito at 5 pm the day before, I knew great. Just got distracted for an hour more. We went to the door that we should, and still did not know if one day we'd fly. People shouted, sang, jumped swinging makeshift ponchos which Solitudes. Some slept sprawled on the seats, others chatted. What was clear was that's where we are not moving anyone. We suggested going to a hotel, but we refused. They were just some little ones with kids and some very elderly. The rest we firmes frente a la puerta. Querían que nos vayamos porque impedíamos el abordaje de otros vuelos. Por fin apareció la policía con los perros “para mantenernos controlados”, y pretendieron llevarse a una chica. Todos los hombres lo impidieron, y realmente creí que ahí terminábamos todos mal. Pero por suerte no pasó a mayores. Una de las perras era una Belga igualita a Luna (la mía), medio cachorra, que lo único que quería era huir del lío y saltaba jugueteando. Ya parecía una opereta. Los pasajeros que empezaron a llegar para los vuelos de la mañana nos miraban asombrados. Por fin nos anunciaron que, con un poco de suerte, a las 4 de la tarde saldría el vuelo, y que nos invitaban cordially to lunch at a restaurant (also in charge of the company). We had lunch together in an improvised large table, chatting like old school friends at a barbecue anniversary. If I tell the truth, I was delighted and I was having fun. I met really lovely people. We finally confirmed that the plane would leave at about 17.00 hours, we would use the same plane but had to wait for the crew change (thank goodness, because it had not been so I guess that more than one would have grabbed the pineapple .) And we took off ... Despite being without sleep, tired, dirty, and we were all friends, and looked like a group of college graduates. We talked together, gave us dinner, we had our travel experiences and our personal histories. There were several Brazilians who would fall in Fortaleza and even speak Portuguese, we understood each other perfectly. In order to reach my seatmate Brazil got off, and I took the opportunity to raise the armrests scatters how long I am in the two seats and sleeping like an angel: he had spent 40 hours without sleep. As compensation for the "delay" we proposed to give us another one-year valid ticket to any destination in Air Madrid. The other option was to not accept it, and sue for damages. I chose the first option. I do not really worry about next year have another tamer, as I keep traveling. While I give the passage ...

And finally arrived at Ezeiza. There were my old firm as a statue loop, despite being the morning. The reception of my sons was beautiful. I saw them barbaric. For me it was an amazing experience, but I think for them too (it was the first time left alone at home). There is always a before and after these experiences. When I went alone to Cuba in 2000 I felt I had broken the chains with a disastrous marriage and I start walking in the direction you want: freedom. But I had a long road ahead During these 6 years were not easy, but wonderful. I feel that the effort made to grow and improve was not in vain. I learned to fend for myself, and ask for help when I need it. And asking for help does not mean weakness, but be aware that one can not yet. I realize that with all the mistakes and players of a normal family, I did a good job with my children, and are becoming normal people (not saying a lot). I have some wonderful parents that I put up with anything. I have some brothers and nephews of gold that are able to share my joy. I have friends who love me. But the most important thing is that I can fulfill my dreams if you really intend it to me.

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Terminal

my friend's comment Fabián reminded me of my last trip.
Here is the story of my second 15 minutes of fame.
As it is a bit long so I divided into two parts. And it is true word for word.
Hope you enjoy it.

September 23. It was assumed that this would be my last day in Madrid ... It suponía.Aunque last night had gone to a pub with live music (and very good company, indeed, by a black gentleman who had met while dinner), I got up early. I took a walk around the Plaza Mayor and the center, and I went to the airport. It was 4 pm, so I had all the time in the world (the plane was to leave 23.50). Luckily I was able to dispatch your luggage early, not having to spend the day with all the gear. That had its advantages: I was given seat 1 in a tourist place (although I did not know until boarding the plane). The wait was long, leaving the street for a while, she went in, went upstairs, came down again, taking a coffee ... Why is that waiting tired despite not doing anything? A funny note: in Luton Airport (London) there are large plasma screens which reports that the airport is doing its best to avoid noise pollution, and that was why the flights are only announced on the screen. In Barajas have the same principle, but do so at the Galician: they announce over the PA. They're amazing! At about 21.30, when I had read half a book, knew the airport like the back of my hand, had 25 SUDOKU (a puzzle game), had taken 45 cafés and met all the bathrooms, I went to the area shipment. I gave a tiny little walk by the free-shop because they were closing (in any case, my financial situation had not allowed me to buy much we say ...). It seems incredible: Madrid is a city that never sleeps and the airport where there are people 24 hours, 22.00 Where there is neither a coffee. Finally it was time for boarding ... but nothing happened. Another hour, and no news. Tempers began to flare up, not even a little water to drink. There were two soda vending machines but coin-operated, and they were scarce. People were impatient. The little room seemed Smoking London (but it was foggy was smoke). There were some guys sleeping in the seats, and many people end edad.Por announced earlier flight (that of the 23.30), and they told us about a place that could be occupied by a hurry. I would not go because I thought it would be a hassle with luggage. Some people went up and left the plane. After another tamed, and the dead of sleep, hunger and thirst, we were addressing. The plane was a Portuguese flag and the crew left much to be desear.Empezó pass the time ... and nothing happened: the plane was with all wheels on ground in Madrid. The crew did not explain anything, the hostess treated us like garbage, the commander on board, when he deigned to say something, he did in Portuguese or English (I had heard speak Castilian, so I purposely did). In the back of the plane began to miss the air, and people started dropping like flies. They are placed lying in the corridors and the flight attendants tried to make them react. The people were hysterical and screaming. In the chaos came the Civil Guard explained that the winery had luggage that did not belong to any passengers, and security problems that prevented the take-off (for that, going through the window of the office, the boy who served me was a lot of fun making the verse to the girl next window, and I sealed the passport without even looking at or looking at me). I guess those were more bags of people who traveled in the previous flight. Poor people!: that luggage would be in Madrid, and who knows when they recover. We had to wait to empty the warehouse and to bring all the mats on the track. And then came the worst: even they disagreed on how they would make the recognition of cases. The crew said one thing and another policeman. Finally reached an agreement that people would come in groups of fifteen on, recognize the room, and enter through the back door atrás.Abrir was a great relief, because the faint, running a little air, began to react (nobody thought to call a doctor.) At last my turn came, and went to the track. It was pretty funny, because at first got us all together as if something really serious, but then everyone did what he wanted. Since I was not one of my bags (I had bought a London girl to bring souvenirs), I walked around for where I wanted.
could have done anything (and then talk about security ...). Recognized that it was all the luggage, we had to wait for it to load again ... and still did not take off. At 5 in the morning came the pilot (we should have taken off at 23.50!), We assumed that all and in the cabin, and locked himself in the cubicle. Expects you to wait, we were there. People were already to the cries peeled. Finally, some people they invited a tiny bags of peanuts (myself included) with a glass of mineral water (rationed, because we said they should reach for the entire flight). A deranged man and grabbed the phone completely internal and whore the pilot. For what! The coward did not face, but the policeman called again and informed us that until the police arrived the plane was not moving. When he arrived, the pilot demanded as a condition to carry off the rebel custody. All jumped as boiled milk in defense of the hysterical man, who had good reasons. But the pilot (an absolute bad ass calved) said the flight was canceled, ordered the police to let us down by force, stuck around and disappeared. It was 7 am, and all again in the boarding area (businesses remained closed, so we were still unable to take even a glass of water, even to lower the salted peanuts). Since I had a lot to lose, I tried to take things into a joke, and I began to have fun. At that point, and we were all friends. As always, a couple of guys proclaimed themselves leaders of the movement and began to give instructions. The airport asked us we were to allow addressing other flights, but we refused and did a picket sitting position Indians before the doors, and running to prevent passengers get into other flights. A boy (he, his wife and I were close) called Antena 3, which as any means that price is always fishing for a good scandal. Needless to say they did not let reporters enter the boarding area, so in a joint work some scenes filmed in the scandal, another brought his lap-top scenes and sent over the Internet. What great technology!

Lump In Leg After Heart Catherzation

A carrot and Sandy

Last week I wrote a post about the abuse suffered in the settlement of my cell.

As

I do my best to be fair, I also like to write about the places that treat me well.

The story began simply with my desire to return to London without a handle and with many family and work quilombos (if I must be honest, all I wanted was rajarme a while and take a breath). Got

I had the money through a bank loan and getting the accounts, I noticed that it was not enough even by accident.

How to save costs and get some handle more?

First, I applied for a scholarship to an English course at a school London. Every night, after finishing the daily chores, put me to study (if you can say that when neurons no longer want a good pillow.)

Against all odds, got a scholarship to study beyond 6 months, with a temporary employment contract for the same time.

Aware that he could not disappear so long (and if he started to laburar there and did not return tied to the wing of the plane), with a tear running down my cheek, not accepted.

Then I proposed a 2-week intensive course, all inclusive, at a very affluent. And yes I did.

numbers were still open, so I went to Aerolíneas Plus to find out what to do with the points accumulated.

The lady who served me told me very few missing, and that in any way left made a reservation. However, the flight would be to New York.

No problem!, Which Alf replied underdevelopment, excited by the idea of \u200b\u200bexperiencing the city. And I made reservations at a hotel to stay in the Big Apple a week.

When I went to remove the passage, I was informed that the flights to New York and Mexico were suspended and remained on the waiting list to fly to Miami. A few days after I confirmed the flight. Actually, everyone who attended to me in that department did everything possible to solve all problems, and very cool.

had to go to get the Visa USA.

call that I had at the embassy, \u200b\u200bI met for a few days later.

The process was flawless. He was ahead of me 74 numbers. I got 10:45, and 11:05 I went with my Visa approved.

As I have to spend a day in Miami to take another flight, I wanted to use it to swim with dolphins, an activity that I always win.

I contacted the site of Miami for Latin America and voila, the next day the reservation was made for that particular day.

Bringing out the bank had covered the cost, but I had no weight to carry, which is why I looked for another little monkey that fortunately ended on 2 June.

But I got it. Here I am, daydreaming, and marking the days left on the wall. And on top slipped off the bitter cold of July!

was going to illustrate this post with "Fly, fly" but as that issue is being used in an advertisement, I liked this "debut." Enjoy.

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public denunciation

As you have noted, this last time I was gone. And I guess, unfortunately, I will be away for a little more.

this time I have dedicated my life to solve problems and fight with half the world, just to pretend, deluded me, that others comply with the agreement.

And to show just a button, they tell of the misadventures with my cellphone.

one and a half ago, as I said in a previous post, my gadget had the bad idea to stop working.

After going to 5 (five) places the budget request, sent me MULTIPOINT , official dealer of Sony Ericsson.

After waiting for an hour, I left to budget on 8 April.

April 14 informed me that had to be reloaded the software, the price of repair would be $ 48.80 and delivery time would be 10 days. I had the budget authorized and expected due time, began to claim for my device.
I called several times by phone and I went to the local also several times. He always told me that was not yet completed the repair.
May 12 ( GIVEN ONE MONTH AFTER ) I personally get the same response as always. At that moment I asked to speak with a supervisor, but I could not get it.
The 14 turned to go, I again ask to speak with a supervisor and was denied me. The lady who served me at the reception was to make the appropriate claim and let me know when the cell phone was ready.
With no news, on May 19 appeared again in the premises. At that time I was told that the previous budget was provisional (I was never informed that it was "temporary" when it had taken several days to budget) DAY 14 HAD INFORMED ME THAT SHOULD PAY OVER $ 83 (which is not true, because that the process I did personally and I do not say anything) and at the failure to adopt this new budget (spent more than a month after quitting) had not done anything.
I rudely demanded to speak to an official. Instead, they referred me to one of the employees to the public, who informed him that he wanted the return of my cell under conditions that were found. This lady informed me that he still had to wait another week to recover my machine. Harta

and handling so much, I directed my steps towards "Consumer Protection" in this capital, munida triplicate note and photocopy of the original ballot, also in triplicate. There
man who served me (indeed excellent), after some inquiries, informed me that my phone, which was imported, had pieces of better quality than those used in this country, it had been gutted and had sold as spare parts, and that was why I could not return. The very reverend
thousand sons of whores speculate that people are fed up (as was my case) and ask for the phone as he is, shoved it on a drawer.
The man who served me started a court case to seek a new device. I have already the first hearing for June 3.
The thing is giving me a new device does not make them bite, and will continue with their business. How many people believe they take the trouble to do what I did?
My biggest regret is that these things are (among many) that confirm my status as a renegade Argentina.
"The more I know men, the more I love my dog."

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Flesh We

I have a theory that, in general, human beings have a constant of gifts. Beauty, intelligence, charisma, memory are balancing. The linking much of a thing too often do not bind another.
However, there is fortunate few that capture many virtues, and there are others that Nature has no mercy.
Such is the case of my friend Susan. The poor thing is petite, plump, with prominent teeth frankly, groomed as the jack of clubs and as if that were not reached, it was endowed with many neurons. My daughter, with absolute cruelty, nicknamed "The Border" (because he lives far away, and at the border. Or what were they thinking?).
back to my theory, although not linked in other ways too, has self-esteem through the roof. According to her, every man in the office building rendered fall at his feet, and is easy to see running around the corridors behind a centaur, who flees in terror.
Last week it was the turn to a man the 8 th floor. After chasing a few days and was planted on two occasions, he said: "Ultimately, I will stay only with my husband. It alone is worth it! ".
And this led me to think about the dynamics of couples.
I think every couple has, either implicitly or explicitly, standards that make their operation. And there are no rules that serve to everyone.
For example, I have some friends I call the "symbiotic" (a psychoanalyst would call "co-dependent"). They do nothing alone. If you must go to the hairdresser, go two. If someone has to draw blood, take it both. If she has to go downtown, he takes. And they work (so much so that 29 years they are together).
Another friend has a boyfriend who is married. I say that is most common in the world, but no.
Both women are known, he takes his daughter to stay with his lover, and often when he goes home from my friend phoned to tell his wife to keep a dinner with "the other." And they work.
I believe that each set complete freedom in how it will be your partner, monogamy, swingers, trios or quartets, as long as both sides agree.
However, even at the risk they take as a moralizing, I hate when someone changes the rules unilaterally.
That is, if I establish a relationship in which everyone has the freedom to be when you want or leave and / or sleep with others if the opportunity arises and then share the experience perfect.
But if I establish a relationship "classic" based on loyalty, should not cheat on my partner.
I firmly believe that the couple is a place where there is no lying. Where, even if they have spoken explícitamente, sabemos cuáles son las reglas. Y donde esas reglas no se rompen.

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The desire of women for Gabriela Acher

Mi hermano opina que este tipo de literatura es una porquería feminista.

Sin embargo, los libros que leí de esta autora me divirtieron mucho.

He aquí una muestra:

Y sí, hay que aceptar con dignidad y resignación, que los varones escasean.
El que no está casado, es solterón, insoportable, separado deprimido, divorciado, rencoroso o gay sin asumir.
Y no es que ya no haya mas señores, es que las mujeres increasingly, we are more demanding.
conformábamos We used to find a husband.
Now, it's difficult, try to find a man !!!!!!!!!
must recognize that our claims in respect of Prince Charming, with some hints of 'flowercat'.

Because we want:
- That you are at home, but not all day.
- Make it neat and clean but not obsessive by
housekeeping - that is loving, but not burdensome.
- we sleep together, but not every day.
- that is seductive, but not a womanizer.
- Have good financial position, but not laburo all day.
- Make it good lover, so when you feel like.
- To respect the family, but not so much his old ball.
- Make it romantic, but no idiot.
- Do not be stingy, but not wasteful.
- Do not be jealous, but not indifferent.
- that is protective, but that is not so steep.
- To be moved, but do not cry.
- Make it hard, but flexible.
- Have car, but do not care much.
- that is sociable, but never a friend first!

Therefore, the recommendation weighing in 'bedding out', when choosing a new partner. We all know

- That 'Blue Prince fade in the first wash. "

- That the most Knights protect you from everything but themselves.
- That Little Red Riding Hood has always been more alive than the wolf, and

- that living is like in the stories:

Sooner or Later
LA BELLA BECOMES A PRINCESS AND WITCH
BLUE IN THE FROG PRINCE.