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Except that I do not enjoy such wasp waist and hips of Puerto Rican, is just like me ... To the moon!

Denise Milani Fotos 2009 Deesnuda

Ávila, Ávila mountain ... Desperate cry

Caracas, the Caracas valley is something very spectacular: a huge green lung, a reminder of nature's grandeur that accompanies us every day to all that she journeyed ... Cerro Ávila!

is not difficult learn to love, to contemplate and give you respect each time he is in front ... not in vain every day finished praising him, saying how great it looks ... (This picture was taken from the park's east)

These days I served as an incentive, as an element of awe and humility search, what else can deal with this spectacular monument?

Well, we can upload it and see the city from their tops!

See the city in all its glory, enjoy by identifying areas of Caracas and how small or insignificant it seems to the tallest building ... from far away was that I took the first photos ...

the other side and with just a few steps you can see the sea (the coast of Caracas and La Guaira are only divided by the Avila and from above can see both sides.) See the difference in blue ... See the sea!.

My dad loves to use the binoculars, but as we were in the house, had to settle for the park ....

I hope I have given an example of the beauty that embellish every day to Caracas, with only cross the highway ...

Excessive Gas Lap Band

Life is cornering me, fencing, removing the air and that is no longer a call for help. .. Everything and nothing at once, granite and grit that have been made and I can sack with him, not want to carry on ... I see my options and I am afraid because these are developed against reality itself choking me, the inventiveness of a surreal world, and death ... and they think, will try to escape? will disappear if I can start over? I can be me, I can dream, believe, trust, will I be me? or continue tormented? to choose one of my options is expected to sentence me to think of recrimination that could fall on my family and future ... I think my problem and I prefer a thousand times that I forget to carry a stigma as a result of my actions ... So I have no choice, are reduced and the remaining proposals represent future problems but will be just my problem and my employment of my surroundings ... I may live abstracted continue as controller to allow God to be condescending with me: he who sees everything and who believe in a very particular, as nobody knows me and knows I'm hurting, can finally decide to introduce a no-blame and condescension.

I fear I am facing a road of no return ... I'll go to work tomorrow, I'll do the same things as always, will remain outside the same person, but not equal, no .

Pain In Thumb When Reaching

Any resemblance ...

this morning in a little while to work and robbed while making the tail of the Bank (as time steals to continue fulfilling work) took advantage Benedetti's book with me, thinking at first moment to review just finished my favorite poems but inquiring if he could join the list of the past and the occasion of this, look what I found:

THE

WORDS I spent the words

not change the meaning

Look, what I want

I have it pretty clear.

If you talk about progress

to speak Nothing but

Look we all know

That forward is not back.

Yes is against violence

But we good points,

If violence comes and goes

I can not complain later.

guarantees

If you ask only for poultry

Look, the people know

What you need to ensure

I spent the words

not change its meaning

Look, what I want

I have it pretty clear.

If the peace talks but has

torturing Custom Look there for that service

A radical cure.

Typing Agrarian Reform

But only on paper

that if people look forward

The land comes with it.

If this handing over the country

And speaking of sovereignty

Who will doubt that You are sovereign

crap.

I spent the words

not change its meaning

Look, what I want

I have it pretty clear.

dirty words I

not take away the taste

And wipe your mouth

If you say Revolution. Mario Benedetti

finished the word revolution and it ran through my body " Goosebumps "... because I'm sure something sad and every emotion seems to permeate my feelings (and will), but also because it causes me much surprise that fit the lyrics of this author ever Venezuelan reality exhiliado ... amazing right? this is for you to see ... Oppression is oppression anywhere, where you live for it regardless of the age in which we are, the name given to the pantomime or is mounted.

Crispen them to hairs, Benedetti went into exile after the coup d'etat of June 27, 1973 in Uruguay which took place when the executive branch of that country dissolved the Chamber of Senators and Representatives, and creates a State Council with legislative, administrative comptroller asked to design a constitutional amendment to reaffirm the principles of democratic republicans, suspended civil rights and empowers the armed forces and police to ensure the uninterrupted provision of public services.

Any resemblance to the reality of that country in those years with the Venezuelans who live right now, is a coincidence ... maybe I was wrong to compare and this is just another deception of the empire ... I notice you chirulí!

How Many Disks In Fsx Gold

LOST ...

"My dad is not given to seeing that series ... does not seem inclined to remember that" what happened last week "and so keep the hilarity of the story, perhaps why, as forgetful resigned is simply very few series ... including, I remember a few years ago left late morning for stalling in black and white story of the poor " Fugitive Dr. Richard Kimble and when that finished wine Platoon" also black and white, which, in his words, reminded him of his childhood and plastic toy soldiers I played with after the end of the chapter the day.

That is, until he came "Lost "-if this series that if you take too long you stay in business just like the title-and that if my dad religiously sat in his chair and abstracted from 8: 00 pm and 9:00 pm Monday ... no matter what you had to have, no matter what you gave to eat something you do not like ... it was time for "lost" and that was his number ... I also like the drama but not so blessed religion, by the tricks themselves from the routine used to listen to the parliament (from the tv my dad) lie was sitting at the computer doing other things and just ran to the TV climax moments.

my dad bravo He would if I came any loss to see the scene: " leaves your preguntadera and sailing! You have your own TV, you answer it ..." and still engrossed in the plot, all this my mom also put brave because he wanted something else and it seemed the height of the house two televisions were tuned to the same time, same channel ... and it was from the beginning to the end of last season. Last night

Venezuela began in the first chapter of the fourth season of lost and with nostalgia I devoted all my attention ... not from the swing because that was his job, but if to side as if we were making company! and although I thought it was silly to warn you that their favorite show was to begin, announcing it had not completed when it had called him to share in that event ... "Gordito is about to begin the season of Lost, hurry! AXN you? " He said if I had the channel but was not home, so come very late hour, so I would rather see him on Sunday

repeat ... Later I called to ask what about the series and which children were talking about how good it looked and how much he was like ... "where was that left? "and I had to take a count of 2 minutes to place ..." not tell me, do not tell me that I see on Sunday and I matches "and hung up before I promised to be outstanding because would he be the lost ...

What incredible how even the most mundane things, we end up doing missing! I miss the fluttering of "fat" for their favorite series ...