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Yesterday I discovered that once again the man is a selfish animal, yet unpredictable.
Yesterday on the bus route to college and had no seats. A woman was sitting beside me, the truth is that not much attention rpesté. I was looking forward to Alcobendas to catch the bus to college. My helmets are half damaged mobile: I work a helmet and I'm not the kind that get to hear their loud music hunchback who do not like. Total, listening to music for a town and unable to entertain myself by reading "The Notebook" because if he did made me dizzy.
In this gets on the bus that a woman with a toddler, would not exceed 2 years. The poor woman holding the guy grabbed her child in one hand and the other on the handle.
And then something happened that left me tenderly atónota and while it is not a gesture you often see: the woman sitting next to me gave your site the woman with the child.
How many times in life you have seen something similar? I really very few. In fact I think this is the first time I see him. And I started thinking (unusual for me) as we are selfish humans. When I saw the face of relief that put women to sit down and put the child on his lap I knew why he had done.
After love, gratitude is the most precious human emotion. Never lose our capacity to love, to feel gratitude or compassion, they are precisely the characteristics that make us who we are.

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The Big Circus World

, Julian Muñoz during his interview last Friday

In a (long) time now, I'm almost panic turn on the television. Generally, ground her when I get up and while breast. The rest of the day I do not know whether fortunately or unfortunately, I have it does other work, or even to lunch, which almost always takes place at the CSIC-watch the news or curling up on me the sofa to doze to the sound of a desktop program digestive dubiously, as he usually does not do much. With so small doses, however, I have more than enough. Record, even so, most of the time I usually decant for movies, however infumables they are, and there are very few times when I let them by shows that are broadcast prime time, such as Big Brother , El Hormiguero , Idol, Mira quién baila and others of the same or similar aspect. Nor am I too excited about the series, usually English, removing perhaps Aida , but only for its lack of pretension, his good humor actors and their broad brush, a sort of hybrid between the grotesque and the genre. The rest - Central Hospital, El Internado , Physics and Chemistry (why the hell scheduled this series, imitation of the mythical, although repetitive, non as and, ultimately, expendable- After school and Partners to schedule adult ?), Etc., Do not follow nor do I have no qualms about pressing the off button when swallows the last bite.

But the reason that television today is because it gives me chills, more than any other time in my short life, I consolidate, leaps and bounds, and with increasing forcefulness and enthusiasm, the nickname of boob. I do not intend to repeat what most, as he complains about the crisis without knowing where it comes from or how much it affects him, on the contrary, my intention is to draw attention to the original meaning of those two words, desautomatizar the topic; and the term, despite what that is kneaded, it can seem more suited to whatever tune programs like Where are you, heart , La Noria , Mirror Public and mint or Big Brother, a true paradigm of television XXI Century (released, not coincidentally, in the year 2000). The problem, however, is not that television itself is silly or list, the end of the day, everyone is like, and if you favor has fallen into a mind not too flowery, well you with it. The thing becomes a concern when that person-or in this case, that entity has an unquestionable-up on the other, their trials and their criteria, absolute power that prevails, not only school requirements or citizens, but tambiéna the same principles of respect and excellence. That's when the case goes from being happy silly become stultifying and, at worst, mind-numbing.

Today, television seems to be counter to any form of dignity, seriousness or understanding. Even areas that are supposedly dedicated to inform, just using the most despicable and demeaning to persuade the viewer, to provoke a visceral reaction that, in exchange for a sick enjoyment, discredits the intellect ; as such repeaters, known for their impudence and irreverence, cornering the student of the class at the end of the lesson, he removed his glasses and crash to the ground, amid the laughter of the rest of the classroom, too cowed to recognize how humiliating and unfair to the scene. Rhetoric is abject, that which appeals to the most outside the razóny that, therefore, it is suggested opaque to all kinds of argument. There is more to do things like Where are you, heart or missing happily Aquí hay tomate or Dolce vita to know what I mean, programs that are proud to report but in reality, they merely stoke morbid curiosity of the viewer, skinning individuals certainly deserve it and high up to others who have rarely done anything to earn this honor. Worst of all, however, is the insulting manner in which they defend themselves and proving their work skinning the accompanying estomagante victimhood wherever they go and to which the audience, as the Pusilha ; nimes students referred to above, does nothing but bow his head or nod convinced, spurred by the feeling of guilt that can only incite those shameless enough to flip the tortilla and make us to see us themselves as merciless killers. "People have a right to be informed", bellow, on the other hand, using an argument that no one atreveríaa discuss but, if you what to think, lies a spurious correspondence, inaccurately, that their fervent spectators ignored, and these programs is that you can not apply that maxim, then do not report , unless, of course, we take the word "information" in a very broad, objective, far from illustrating (let alone teach), is to spur hatred, envy, contempt, or, if this is commendable, irrational adherence to push the defense at all costs, the idealization of all kinds of characters, in short, to convince the staff through resources they have much to do with reason as the night with the Diaye that ultimately (and that's where it comes from the real terror), are not so different from the wiles , who use sects or extremist groups to indoctrinate their minions.

thus established the bitterness of presenters and justified by the public viewing is not much that the other programs-the few, really few, are serious, can do is continue to defend beyond the line and pamper its limited, but loyal, audience. Unfortunately, even these seem to be getting on the bandwagon, giving in to a threat that every day becomes more palpable and irreversible. The best example of this would The critical view, last oasis with which told the Telecinco chiripitifláutica but with the replacement of Vicente Vallés and the subsequent appointment of the outdated María Teresa Campos, is going completely under, giving input to this circus, as things continue like this, we will soon all be part, but not as trainers or trapeze artists, but as clowns. And for the record that this is not scaremongering: it is merely finding.

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Good news (once a year does not hurt)

My new roommate is named Philip, is Colombian, her country made a living as artistic and commercial photographer, against all odds, is a kind of pleasant and temporizing: not only has gotten me feel comfortable again back home, but which has led, who knows what spells and alchemy, the other partner and I run back to the floor and even get to laugh together, no glimmer behind us the edges of the knives. In the latter, no doubt, has much to do with the fact that I've changed habitacióny thereby has been rid of their ditties night. Still, one must admit that the new guy has an aura, a bias in their behavior and their way to talk to us, of which his predecessor lacked not only that, but The substituted with a degree of arrogance and stubbornness to overcome. Such a change, as you can imagine, I returned a little hope in the human and discredit my suspicion, repeatedly endorsed on paranormal powers of the housing, capable of inoculating oligophrenia anyone who dared to cross their threshold (including, of course, myself).

Anyway, I'll tell you. For now, I have the feeling of having taken a great burden.

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Start the cart before the horse

not want to get into mess, but after reading article published today in The Country opinion that the matter requires a brief reflection No, a few drops of clarity and honesty. We knew that what modern art was a complex matter to measure the parameters are being creative excellence relentlessly altering centuries, under heterogeneous factors and not always by consensus, and that the criteria by which we judged old works by Rubens, Michelangelo, Van Eyck and even Dali Grosz, have been falling steadily obsolete , slightly less than discredited as useful for measuring the quality of recent events such as a stylus to deal with a horde of orcs. Still, the current state of affairs suggests that something is not quite fit in all this and that, under all the solemnity that is advocated, but not lower interest underlying monetary than artistic. Thence to begin to see art as a great joke is only a step.

The recent case of the dome of Barceló is in this respect, one of the most significant in recent years compared to some, always willing to setting equiparacióny influences, to the frescoes of the Sistine Chapel, the inexperienced observer, which is carried away to museums on weekends, accompanied by family and implements of a disposable camera, so similar it is to happen, necessarily, unnoticed, beyond the fact treated, in both cases, domes, whereas it is more likely to feel perplexed and even disappointed, if not misled, "to an art form that does not understand or, more importantly , guess how to calibrate. The work of specialists and, above all, appraisers, then becomes fundamental at all costs must convince the average citizen of that monstrosity, that ordinary people begin to look with suspicion, represents ú last word in artistic expression, and his inability to appreciate their value is derived from a supine ignorance, a symptom of a provincial narrow-mindedness that you can not see beyond the obvious and familiar. Good, if anything, is that in this process of persuasion, there are no preset rules, as no longer exist, even in the art world, "so any interpretation, for pilgrim it is, may be strained, giving value to what teníao not before at least it spared the viewer, it only takes that appears suitably dressed for a learning-by empty-impenetrable and a considerable amount technicalities, the more effective the more syllables the conform-ending to disarm, and put at the mercy of the educated elite, the brutish gray.

That is precisely what he tries to make the text of The Country: sell-because, after all, always about the same thing, a commodity which, in principle, not acquire or crazy, much less the price that goes to auction, or rather, convince us that what we just bought, because the project has been funded with public money, without asking the opinion of voters or stopping to think the crisis and other trifles of that sort, is worth what we have taken (well below Mr. Barceló cache humble as quick to warn the prudent writer / panegyrist) and not only that, but we made the purchase of our lives.

serious thing in this case, is not only recourse to the Sibylline above techniques, supported by the simpleton of the majority, but also to accommodate moral factors first order, of the kind that you can not prosecute unless stating his name and fame to furious criticism. And is that the work is located in the Hall of Human Rights and the Alliance of Civilizations Palace of the United Nations and, consistently, is presented as a sort of incentive to comply with the principles signed at Geneva 60 years ago exactly, ie the artistic sense of justice as a guarantee and solidarity, a clearer view of the TBO but, it seems, still-and will-taking force in our society, supporting mediocrity under an itch for political correctness or at least, an ethical commitment that ultimately makes him a great disservice to the art world, neglecting or delaying purely artistic values the piece, despite all the troubles, could bear.

is therefore an infallible combination, impossible to refute: artistic spurious legitimacy on the one hand, and moral accreditation rabble on the other. So, you get not only that they are bored into the state coffers, the kings in person to give the puppet theater or the cache of the Majorcan artist up like foam, but someone like Sgt forces UN Security-born in Asturias, of course, ruled: "It's great, sensational. Now what is needed is that the room work and improve human rights, "as if to say:" Well, now that we have the roof, let's start with the house. "

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Some photos I took today in El Retiro

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Having started the week with good standing with best wishes, more palatable plan on the horizon and even a promise of renewal in apartment , hopes have come to crash, as usual, against the gray wall on Sunday, even more impractical than in past occasions, for reasons that, although would not mind sharing, given my propensities n exhibitionism and cruelty, "I will reserve for myself, not so much modesty Deals as respect for my (s) suffered (s) reader (s) already had / had enough last week when, unannounced and unwanted, they loosened the locks on my conscience, which should flow leaving have remained in the shade.

So, I will only highlight of the last seven days: Lisbon and Sigur Rós. An appointment that had been waiting for over a month and that, thankfully, lived up to all expectations, in part by the city, partly because of the concert, but I think, humbly, that was mainly because myself. I stayed in a hostel in the old town, near the Tajo and the castle of San Jorge, who gave up visit due to the five non-euro lisboetas we were forced to pay. We can say that was the only guest of the said shelter and that, despite occupying a bedroom with four beds in the summer months have forced me to share snoring, farting and god knows what other horrors ; of the night, the site could not look more abandoned and almost ghostly, like the back of the concert, he gave me the feeling of entering a haunted house. And to address the audience-a Bullring, in this case had touched the paranormal, when, on the way to the Via Augusta, where, as the taciturn boy who ran the hostel (who, incidentally, I did not see), there were good places to eat, "I got lost on the streets of Alfama and for a few minutes, maybe half an hour, I wandered without knowing exactly where I was and, more importantly, if get out of there. At one point, while the plane was spinning and even looked to see if, by mistake, had taken one of St. Petersburg, went for a few blocks from the most sordid, in which there were people rummaging through garbage, dark silhouettes exchanging goods on street corners and women who, with a cigarette in his mouth everlasting, I offered her peculiar commodity. That was when I got to thinking that the concert would not, after all, and no longer by my undeniable loss, but the fellow that I had unexpected come his way and that, from my perspective timid, I lurked waiting to strike. Luckily, I managed to find a place that, this time it appeared on the map and, thus, return to the path that, in principle, but I had intended to follow the that, as I discovered with amazement, I had drifted far more than they had imagined.

For the rest of my trip to Lisbon, and was more conventional: I went to get tickets for the concert, no time now to know the restaurant I recommended by the concierge, swallowed a hamburger in the Burriquín. In that time, I did not talk to anyone else, but I amused myself watching the people and, above all, trying to unravel what was said in that language, which supposedly is therefore similar to but whose phonetic Castilian can not be more opaque to the ears of an ignoramus like me. So I came to the event, chose a site near the stage and prepared to enjoy, as no company or conversation, music. Let no one think, however, I missed the human contact or that the concert did not satisfy me alone. Quite the contrary: I believe that, had it been accompanied, it would not have paid so much and I would become so involved in the show, and therefore I would come home the feeling of having missed something. In this way, I went back happy, wanting to go back I will know Lisbon in April, during a conference of Hispanic-and Sigur Rós more excited than ever.

Here you have some photos of my experience, apart from a video, divided into two parts, taken from the documentary Heima , for the song with which the Icelandic group usually ends its concerts ( Popplagið ) that if I had to record in situ was to be enjoyed in all its fullness. Hope you like it.




A Streetcar to the cemetery (literally) Lisbon at night, seen from Alfama

singer Sigur Rós in full trance The spectral hostel

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Is not it strange that the day before you're perfectly and the next day you notice that your throat and your nose will explode at any given time? No? It is what happens to me at this moment.
Yesterday I was all happy in life. Had normal levels of inspiration if I suddenly wanted to continue my fics, I can get a jump without flinching ... and to go to sleep grateful for the warmth of my bed graaande. How any normal human. Today my body woke me up at 4 am and, kaboom! Sure I have tonsils the size of golf balls. No wonder, my tonsils have always been great. But now I have a lot of resentment in the area and the feeling that an Indian tribe is making smoke signals. And to top it off: I have snot. Yes ladies and gentlemen. Those green bugs that fuck an egg. For those. Thankfully today I have to go to class because if it would bad ... very bad ...

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Access existentialist who, with some fortunately not be repeated

Today is one of those gave , as in the world comes up behind me, loosens his pants quietly and slowly proceeds to sodomize. On weekends, lately, I exist only to conceive thoughts of this kind, arrives on Friday and I have an overwhelming desire to get out, clowning around, talking in spurts, drinking as John Silver ... but suddenly I find that my life the plan to others so that, every time I think of something to do, somewhere to go, someone to be the highest level I turn back, I refuse to vote, I am forced to wait in line without complaining. Then I feel like an extra, as if my life were a part anecdotal, with little significance, an argument that I, for my condition, I can not access more than as a listener or comparsa . But not only that: as a helper, it seems that I have existence only when others give me, when, say, entering achievement in the flat part, however incidental it is my contribution, the main plot. Sometimes I see myself as the eternal friend, as always listening to and even allowed to give advice, based on an unlikely-and probably unprovable, experience, others, however, I believe to be the discordant element, one that, without really knowing why, enter the unease in the scene and makes the players tighten the pace in the wet pavement, but the fact is that most of the time, I just feel like an observer, which does nothing but be there, no one set of public Ely, if you have any intervention, will inevitably awkward and untimely.

This is how I perceive myself these days without name, which are nothing more than a number on the calendar but whose memory, nevertheless, emerges in the most unexpected times, updating a feeling, not overlooked most of the time-and even humiliated in some cases in which the fortunes auspicious sign, "no longer there, lurking in the affairs of the day diaa between job duties, including small talk, between the hopes remade at every step and returns to dismantle ... But hey, luckily for me, and I guess also for others, "I do not usually give an inch to the anguish, knowing what insatiable can become self-pity and the few and feeble weapons that, if necessary, would have, so that, at least I can survive unnoticed trance, bringing me to bed with a clear conscience and doing everything possible semitranquila to convince me that the next morning, I wake up being the hero of my own history.

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bivalves.

The title has nothing to do with the post, it's just that I wanted to move it a bit and add some general information to update.

Currently the University is beginning to behave like a lover would, require, demand and require.
On the other hand there are several series to which I would like an amateur or amateurs. See: Samurai Champloo, Air Gear, Bleach, Code Geass, and finally I have still yet the second season of HIMYM. About
fics: I updated Bet strong and Enemies and Lovers. Do not know how take the following chapters, but there is the thing. On stage: I wrote the first challenge concerning Itachi, but I'm too lazy to upload it, having to inform Challenges to the letter and everything. When writing any maso I got tired of having it hidden in your computer so that someone else other than me to see post it.

Surely you will begin to see me more hair (I still doubt anyone will read this) but just in case I put it.

Matta ne!

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about to make history

This morning, one of those moments of lucidity that often precede the great landmarks of history, I got to search for "wikipedia" on Wikipedia. He wore a good time on the vine, turning to my friend Benet and its environs, when I came up with this visionary way of coping with boredom and perhaps in passing, stating a strange theory a. Perhaps hoping that the shaft will bend space-time and without particle accelerator or trifles like that, I would open the door to an unknown dimension or allow me access to a world reserved only for the very ingenious. Needless to say that nothing happened, and that ten seconds of trying to cause a black hole in my office, that leg was just as long as I was back in the clouds, and typing without conocimieno about to fall asleep on the keyboard.

That has been the most exciting that has happened in the days that I have been significantly influenced by the couple of hours I sleep tonight ... or should I say six or seven I've been awake.

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Moment of inspiration in the middle of the surf

will spend the winters, fashions change, my hair-aged, have already begun to do, "but never erizárseme cease to brow hairs every time I hear this song from Sigur Rós , especially if accompanied by their disturbing, but not less masterly video. For those who do not know, this is the first issue of a beautiful laconically titled album "()", now appeared six years ago and sung entirely in a language invented by members of the band: "Vonlenska" ("the language of hope"), reminiscent, to least in its phonetics, Icelandic. Along with the yields, of course, came a booklet whose pages there was nothing written, only a disturbing snapshot and an implicit invitation to the listener noted what he suggested songs, or simply to try to translate the lyrics unintelligible. As for those, all had no title, being only known at first as "Untitled 1", "Untitled 2", etc. Over time, however, were the fans, and wanted the group who have been responsible for baptizing, based on criteria of the most heterogeneous. This, for example, is known as "Vaka ", as has been seen as a tribute to daughter drummer - Orri Páll Dýrason - called that way. The video, finally, was elected the best of the year in the 2003 MTV Awards.

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And a very special greeting to bichopalo , which at that time and must have been counting sheep (or who knows given to other tasks less worthy).

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The past weekend I, along with my cousin and another friend who came from the village, one of those parties where, if there is anything more than abound decibels is the amount and variety of drugs. On this occasion, the appointment was in Arroyo de la Encomienda (Valladolid), in a bullring deck, at the time, had been refurbished to accommodate size event, in which they would involved nothing Masy nothing less than fourteen of the most renowned DJs on the European stage. At about three o'clock in the afternoon, we left my cousin and me in the direction of Villalba, with the intention of eating there and, after a little vegetating in front of the TV, to continue our adventure. Before leaving my apartment, however, my companion suggested that a yield of cogiéramos schranz (a variety of techno to give you an idea, makes the song , No more death metal Cave of look like a Bach cantata, come on, do not rule out that there are those who use it to torture the criminals) because I had just installed a powerful subwoofer (This sounds like a McDonald's menu) in the trunk of his car and had not yet tested with this kind of music that both he and I were thrilled more than a monkey a banana from Canary Islands. So my repertoire chosen from a meeting signed by the Brazilian duo ineffable Pet Duo -to which, incidentally, would see that night, and we set off. Well, shortly after entering the emetreinta-passing by my house that no longer had a name: After an introduction maso less civilized, suitable for (almost) everyone, distorted percussion, the industrial support and speed of the whole , were completely unfettered, composing a thick stream of sound, far from allowing the escape quiet enjoyment, one hit him with the strength of an iron bar (and satisfaction should be added , derived from a given pitch well or a good career) and had either to flee in terror (although this involves throw in the middle of the road) or to let out its most primitive teeth teach other drivers, make constipated face and accompany the sledgehammer with points ; you, head and legs still.

Fortunately, only my cousin and I went in the car, so no regrets atrocities or the typical complaints or insults that usually cause this kind of music. Quite the contrary, according progressed sesióny darker and what was going on mother, my cousin, excited at the moment and decided to check the strength of newly acquired speaker, was slowly cranking up the player. At first, the above indicator 20, which is already quite annoying for a person of fine ear or is not accustomed to such high decibels. Halfway along the road to La Coruna, had already reached an insane: 65, or you, will go. No you do not the slightest idea what that was, I can try to describe it, but all would be an approximation, a pale reflection of the feeling that for a few minutes, we faced, we are subjugated, stupefy us ... and was about to give us at the curb or somewhere worse. Everything in the car shook, from coasters to the hands of the odometer, the sound coming out of the speakers was so brutal, so vast and devastating, would not let us hear no more, I even think that they must hear from the other cars in circulation on the highway ... and that we were going with the windows closed and 130 km / h. In a way, it was as if he had gone solid, as if he had become a huge boulder and crush us with their tons, in any case, the fact is that our bodies accused the thud as if they were real, due to a stick or a whip, with intermittent vibration similar to that of producing such belts should exercise that promotes Chuck Norris at three morning. In my case, I can tell that I even danced the hairs on his neck (which made me think of one moment to another, which cacereñoo melon birthday piñata, I would head explode.) In short, do not know if I will ever be God or some other omnipotent divinity, but I think that, given the case, it would be difficult to intimidate me with his voice. After this experience, the noise pollution of Madriz me look like the chirping of robins.

Such boldness, not however, had its price, and while it was in a multiple accident or sudden deafness (although a beep that we took an hour), was equally bad for my cousin. And is that when we returned from lunch and headed for the plateau, we discover, when you plug the music again (now at a reasonable volume) the subwoofer both electrified hours before we had made a disturbing noise, like raspberry, suggesting the worst. "Sure you have dropped something on it and it makes that noise," ventured my cousin, very sure of himself. But when we stopped at a service area and opened the trunk to check if so, we note with dismay that just came out a suspicious smell of burning, the which at first wanted to blame the stench of a farm or thermal power, and even our body odor, but we had no choice but to admit that came from the speaker, the membrane, once flexible had been hardened worryingly, and the axis of adjustment was inexplicable and irreversible manner. We stayed, then, rather than lament our fate thereafter hear music with the team that came as standard and, in ourselves, to plead to the manes of techno to forgive our daring.

Today, however, my cousin has been done with another subwoofer and I fear that, disregarding the warnings of doom, thinking again put to the test. Oscar Mulero take us confessed.

PS: I leave you, for you who feel some interest, a video of a meeting of Pet Duo. The sound is a turd, but I will to get an idea of what it is. Do not tell me, yes, you not put on notice about what you were going to find.


And now a picture of the party to which we turn, taken with my new camera!

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Reflections of a university in its first week.

I can not say it has started badly, but I'm starting to get the feeling that I can not take it. Of course I also had that feeling in 1 º High School and 2 nd with which I'm used to ignore that feeling.

What I can say of the Autonomous? From the University

little I can say except that you have a green lawn that invites to lie, as many know already.

do the race?

Great. Except for a couple of professors who have mueeeeeermo pint, but otherwise great.

other day I put more than now I am too lazy.

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The muses have left me.

Well yes, I had planned a summer of happiness, and fics laziness, is that my beloved yaoi muse has deserted me. The Muses of oily books (see romance) by multi-pronged attack me and when I feel like once I have time to write and I have no inspiration. The third installment of bet heavily stuck to me, I can not shape the first of Enemies and lovers, I can not think of any genius to translate into a oneshot tables and I'll go crazy.
However this has some positive, is gradually taking shape in my mind the one shot "The secret of Voldy case" probably within a week or two I'll post. Ruki

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Hail ¿¿¿WTF?? Kiss

Mainly, I know I should not be here right now ... I know I know. But for some reason extrañay surreal, today, Saturday May 30, 2008 at 17:50 in Pedrezuela a little village about 45 Km from Madrid: being hailed. Vale
we are with a rainy season that has not been seen for 30 years. But a storm (it's storm, just stick a relampagazo the sky So that) ending and spring is: hailing not see it normal. Is it me or the weather is changing its usual pace? At this rate winter will be summer and summer is winter, do not know you know. Damn Global Warming, what have I done to deserve this?

hear now seriously, the ray has been fairly consistent proportions and just sounded like thunder that can not be confused with a roar of guts.

But is that not is normal .

Finally I go pulling the boat or something. And the candles, I see you run out of light.

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Author: maritilla_chan

Fandom: Naruto

Claim: Naruto / Sasuke

Table: Lemon 1

Number: # 1

Warnings: Yaoi .

title history: its meaning.

all started with a kiss. Many do not consider too severe. But for them was an unexpected spark that set off her even more unconventional relationship. After all, a kiss was a kiss, a kiss meant nothing to many people. Those same people said that just Sasuke and Naruto should not take into account the fact of having gone to kiss. Precisely, because it was not their first kiss. Vale

that first kiss had been "suspiciously" accidental, as I said Ino. But just that they should demonstrate that a kiss had no reason to be what marks the beginning of a relationship. Ino thought they would first have to be a couple of dinners, touching, and maybe something else. A Shikamaru entire relationship itself seemed problematic. Chouji said he did not care as they wished. Hinata atrevíaa not say. Neji thought it was destiny and that this was inevitable. Tenten is dedicated her for trying to take a picture. Lee felt that all was well while enjoying the prime of life. Kiba is not too close to them and did not think Shino.

They were saying that a kiss was not so. Sai was supposed to be all things of human feelings and went into the library to try to understand: he had been there a week.

Sakura was the only one who knew for a kiss was so important to them. Sakura knew that Sasuke and Naruto kisses were so unbridled that they only had something that would look like: pure sex.

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Pa 'Salamanca

Starting tomorrow I'm going to Salamanca course!!

Yay! Happiness! Quiet!! And time to write
challenges XDDD. On the train will take the peace it gives me the rattle and I'll write bad things between Naru and Sasu ... or perhaps between Ita Naru and Sasu ... I have not decided yet XDD.

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And another challenge in a day.

Everything has a logical explanation. Writing the first challenge Inspiration left me with the clouds, so I decided to write another.

1. Author: maritilla_chan
2. Fandom: Naruto
3. Claim: Naruto / Sasuke
4. Table: Lemon 1
5. Number: # 3 Storm.
6. Warnings: Lemon .
7. title of the story: Enjoy the silence

raining pours. I had never seen a storm like that. Water drops fell violently hitting power in the window. The rays were shining the dark gray sky, accompanied by a disturbing buzz. More than once it seemed that the rays as if they were threading wires with high and sharp peaks of the buildings, with a speed so sublime that gave him no time to blink. That almost expressionist landscape did not fit with the environment that existed within the room.

Neither of its two occupants paying attention to the roaring storm. Neither bothered to look outside when lightning lit up the room, they should not kiss when the storm made them pay the lights of the whole block. They were outrageous. All they wanted was to finally unite as a single being, and a trivial storm was not going to stop them.

The one above was descending with his mouth, little by little to the body of another snowy and pale compared to yours, it was a golden tan . The owner of that white and shapely body moaned the notice as the person above did enjoy how he ever had. Without warning, this being shoved two fingers into her exquisite back door, making him moan like hell. He grabbed the collar of darker skin. And when he entered a brutal, launched another moan sharper and higher. But not displeased, I enjoyed it.

The man who had just entered kissed its liabilities, making them moan in silence, without breaking the sound of raindrops against the glass were stamped.

When at last they both fell exhausted in the waste bed, they were embracing, without making any comment. Until it had been decided about the seme, either to break the pride of another or to attempt suicide, it was not clear.

"With that, enjoy the most being the seme, eh Sasuke?

The other tensed and looked at him with the sharingan activated.

"Better shut up and enjoy the silence, usuratonkachi .

Silver Colloidal 10 Ppm Herpes

first challenge. Tables

Yesterday at about 22: • 30, Ruki say that I extorted / blackmailed to do him a lemon NaruSasu. Building on the table, I decided to write it. AGAINST THE EPISTEMOLOGY UK.

1. Author: maritilla_chan
2. Fandom: Naruto
3. Claim: Naruto / Sasuke
4. Table: Lemon 1 http://maritilla-chan.livejournal.com/3535.html
5. Number: # 32
6. Warnings: Lemon , spoilers of the manga, shota.
7. title history: Lovers.

Konoha The institute was well known for the professionalism of teachers, the excellence of its students and its difficult admission. Konoha allowed only the elite of the elite, the cream of students across the country, whether of one subject or another. There was no idiot student in Konoha. Or so they thought all until ...

"I can not believe I've come here ..." whispered one student with brown hair and funny red marks on his cheeks to another guy with sunglasses and neck to the nose.

"Something will, right? - Said the other calmly. Also, do not know what you're taunting if you not you just the best, Kiba.

This gave a grimace of disgust.

-not trying to be the best, Shino. Half with a 7 am content. But he suspended half the subjects in the last grade of primary school! PRIMARY !

Shino slightly covered his ears with the collar.

"I heard the first, Kiba. No need to yell. Also I do not know why I fell so bad if you resemble a lot.

Kiba looked as if he had shouted: SAKURA IS COMING TO THE TEACHER OF LITERATURE.

- Me and baka?

Just ask the question, the classroom door opened and she entered the math teacher, Iruka and a young man with blond hair, blue eyes and foxy smile and arrogant. Kiba heard a sigh from his right, where his partner, Hinata, sat. He looked as if Majara. For peace of mind, Sakura seemed to look with the same indifference to himself again as Neji, who drummed his fingers on his desk. Iruka began to write the name of the new student on the board but I knew that most who were there knew him as they knew that kid was not exactly an Einstein. Iruka himself could not understand how the director and the head Sarutobi Tsunade studies had been allowed to enter. Yet he knew that if I had let it for some reason. While hoping that the fact that his father was an important director of the country's most prestigious bank had nothing to do. Minato Namikaze could be a famous billionaire, but he was one of the few honest people of that type. Had enough and that the tabloids feed on it as if they were scavengers. All because of the supposed homosexuality of the attractive blonde and rumors that united him with everyone from the famous writer of novels, Hatake Kakashi costume designer to Obito Uchiha, a family of teachers.

Only one person was confronted with Sarutobi and Tsunade to learn that this young man was about to enter high school, and that was the professor of literature: Sasuke, a relative of the designer. Iruka did not understand the zeal to leave out Uzumaki. But like supposed to Sarutobi and Tsunade had agreed on something, I thought the Uchiha had opposed for any reason in particular. The question was who was that mysterious reason.

Naruto walked to an empty seat next to Sakura and looked like someone watching a vacant taxi (N / A: greguerías the song). This not merely throwing a disdainful look, already known for some time.

"I see you're still as pretty as ever, Sakura-chan-delivered the blond with a husky voice that never had before. Kiba himself felt a thrill to hear that voice.

" Reacts, Kiba. You're not from the sidewalk the front. It was just a blast of air ... Yes it's just that the window is slightly open. " She thought desperately.

Apparently it was not the only one who thought something like that, it could see a guy with red hair like fire and aqua green eyes closed the window with an angry movement. Sakura, meanwhile, finally looked at Naruto with apparent domain of possible emotions that seductive tone would have been caused.

"You have not changed, Naruto.

The blond is could only exacerbate his foxy smile, pleased by the comments of the girl. At least a good start with his classmates, he hoped that also had that luck with your goal. He kept smiling, but this time his smile was not sly and foxy, but gloomy and lascivious. To know that he was thinking at that time.

OoOOoOOoOOoO

not going to let that affect him was there. No sir. No way. As Uchiha was the bare minimum that would show constipation or, failing that, lack of expression. Sasuke took a deep breath before entering the class I knew I would be your hell. The class that was his lover ... his unknown lover.

was a big commotion inside, mostly caused because of the new, unexpected and intriguing student. Many comrades had surrounded him in a atosigante and they kept him different questions.

- How have you managed to get them, if were more vague than Shikamaru? - Ino asked with a smile on his face. The above just whispered a 'How troublesome. " Naruto smiled.

"I have my contacts, dattebayo. And I'm not so lazy, Ino.

-Na-Naruto-kun "Hinata whispered nervously clasping her rates. Naruto turned his pale blue eyes to her.

"Tell me, sweetheart, dattebayo.

A poor Hinata almost had a heart attack while Neji looked at him as if to cut off his head. Sasuke went to the teacher's desk, being ignored by all students, with obvious relief on their part. He directed his deep black eyes Naruto forming a gap between Sakura and Sai.

- you seem Ti-gate? "He managed to make the young Hyuga.

Then it happened, Naruto looked up and found the same hole from which he was looking at Sasuke. Their eyes connected and both felt that an invisible thread linking them. As if demonstrating hidden passion could manifest as a result of those same eyes. The Naruto were blue, large, sincere but not less lewd and mischievous. Sasuke's eyes, for their part were black, sharp, cold and seductive. Some were the downfall of the carrier of the other and while Naruto wanted to make those black eyes manifest something more than coldness and superiority, Sasuke wanted to let those blue eyes were sunk slowly into his soul, as did the Naruto himself every night ... and from time to time during the day. Without opening the eyes of most, Naruto said to Hinata

"I think so.

The spell was broken when Sakura gestured for everyone to return to your site. But Naruto did not stop looking at him so that only a lover could do: with restrained passion, desire, lust, love and tenderness. A look intense and unique.

Sasuke sighed again and opened the book to page where he had been the last time. That to have the blonde look fixed on him while explaining Uchiha which were the features of Shakespeare's plays would be more difficult than I had thought ... much more difficult ...

I should have insisted more Sarutobi Tsunade and verifications so you in another class he had not.

OoOOoOOoOOoO

For some strange incomprehensible and disturbing, but unknown reason, Naruto Sasuke had quoted in the literature department. Alone. Very few people realized that might imply that, and few dare to guess ahead of Uzumaki had to be taken to hospital. Emergency / .

Naruto stood before the door of the department of literature. For the first time in his life he felt nervous. It was impossible. He who had always been a guy released. He used to embarrass the more daring. He was able to follow her lover throughout a city. He was nervous. Supposed to be the fact that Sasuke was the one who had called and, although he had done his role from the beginning, if Sasuke made a gesture with his mouth that could be interpreted or a flicker of disgust you felt was too light a nice, pleasant and well-known warmth that ran through her body and focused on one point: her legs.

One day Sasuke had fallen to the ground chalk. day was very hot and Uchiha had been forced to take off his tie and suit jacket, both black. He had climbed up the sleeves to the elbows and had enough buttons undone. When that God (according to the Uzumaki and Uchiha Fan club-sensei) was inclined to take the naughty and perverted chalk, shirt unbuttoned half had shown enough portion of chest ... just enough to make a blonde had some part of their more alert to body his own brain. That was the only time when she could not remain indifferent to the Uchiha. Moreover, he considered himself a good actor.

called softly to the door, with some hesitation. I did not know what to expect with him. Sasuke had fled from him as he noticed that Naruto was planning to be more than just lovers. That hurt the poor blond and he reacted quickly. With help from his father and brother Sasuke, got to figure out where it had requested the transfer. And thanks again to Minato managed to enter the Institute of Konoha. Although it was only until to recover their belongings. It was what was clearer: Sasuke was his. And would not let anyone else touch her hair and half his brilliant blue-black hair.

"Come," muttered a voice from inside the department. Naruto opened a flan made, entered and closed, leaning on the door. The Uchiha was again without a jacket, but this time the tie was just something undone in place. The teacher glanced at the blond and looked out the window. Naruto assumed he was thinking, mostly because so much could not do with the blinds down ...

- Why? "Asked the Uchiha with black eyes fixed on the already named shade.

asking not need explaining. Sasuke knew that Naruto knew what he meant. As this was obviously not going to be squares. And he had never been his intention wriggle.

catlike The blond went where was Sasuke and knelt in front of it, running between his legs and face in a region near your navel.

-Cause you know I'm not giving up so easily Naruto edged up slightly biting his face Sasuke's neck. This gasped, but did not look at the window, because you know, like I also know that I have right, Naruto's right hand began to get rid of the annoying and inconvenient tie while the left would sneak under the shirt. Sasuke groaned, but did not look at the window and I love you. And you know it.

When the blessed hand of the tie made this to go through the snowy neck of Sasuke with the sole aim of bringing their faces, Sasuke finally looked at the blue eyes that had won her heart a sincere and unique. These loving look back at him, yet lusty and that was enough to turn the dark more than it already was. Sasuke spent his arms around the blond and stared at him.

-Naruto.

-Dime.

-You win.

And when Naruto's eyes showed his innate also bring happiness before their lips, Sasuke knew he had done the right thing. That damn usuratonkachi was born only for cause and, God, did extremely well.

With sinuous movements and daring, his left hand, which remained under his shirt, he began to undo the Uchiha black pants, while the right was firmly in the neck. Unintentionally, it seemed, Naruto and only grazed the upright member of Brown, who groaned into his mouth, arching his body desperate. Lips parted for a while but it was enough for Sasuke was overheard gasping perfectly.

once Naruto got Boxer and pants, peering into the darkness to see that part of Sasuke so much interested at that time. Breathed into his penis in a seductive and passionate, leaving the Uchiha floating between heaven and earth with something like a little cry in his throat. Hearing this, Naruto decided not worth the wait to hear more cries like that, so I began sensually lick that amazing length was shown in all its glory. Up, down. Up, down.

Naruto's right hand had not remained idle in the meantime. With an ability only own the Uzumaki, unbuttoned his shirt spotless teacher and began to scrub the chest pale Uchiha, causing groans of this they should not do more than raise volume, just the same thing happened when Naruto decided to swallow his tongue member occupied.

- Naruto - Sasuke said bowing. Was too strong, too powerful, what I felt at that moment and longed for it more ... much more. He raised his right hand, which won a cautious view of the blond. Took the hand which was resting on his chest and lowered his head to get licked brunette three fingers, so that made Uzumaki erection throbs with power and that blushes, even with the pale member in his mouth. When the Uchiha let their fingers, they were already sufficiently lubricated and eager to enter the entrance of Sasuke. And that's what they did. First one, then another and finally the third, touching a point within Sasuke that made him scream like crazy and feel like the orgasm was approaching dangerously. Naruto did not know whether he was aware of it and would advise when so treacherous Machiavellian and gave a gentle bite on the tip of the limb. That was the last. Sasuke are poured into the mouth of Uzumaki, noting also a part of his soul with the semen escaped the blond swallowed loudly.

Naruto did not know, but at that time had unleashed the beast that was in the Uchiha. With a roar more akin to a beast, the largest pounced on the blonde, feeling that she kissed with fury, despair and endless desire. Fell to the ground, Sasuke above and between the legs of Uzumaki. Naruto simply left to do, noting how Sasuke rubbed against him like a cat in heat, trying to catch up to that strength that few seconds he had his member. Quickly unbuttoned pants Uzumaki and supported only the tip of a member of the Uzumaki awake during his long entrance. Naruto tried to stop him.

"No, Sasu ... ... Special

Naruto tried to stop him ... in vain. Of a strong and powerful attack, Sasuke entered car, moaning like crazy, like the Uzumaki. That narrowness that had driven so much, he turned to tighten as if it never left. Naruto held out his arm , bringing down the dark, causing Sasuke support his forehead on hers, noting the erratic breathing, resulting in pain and pleasure.

"I told you to wait," scolded the blonde. Sasuke kissed him lightly.

"I could not help it, usury-Uchiha tonkachi gasped.

waited for a few seconds, just enough for the Uchiha are used to the invasion, that the Uzumaki despair and the two engage in a frantic swing. Naruto bit his lip, feeling like the waves of pleasure overtook him with violence. Sasuke was like that, bouncing rapidly in blonde's hips, making the sound they made when hitting two skins were the only sound in the room, along with endless moaning of pleasure that escaped from the two lovers. The blonde put her hands to the hips of the Uchiha, helping him up and down that pleasant was driving them both crazy. The blond began to notice the entry that gradually he was driving on the edge of sanity began to shake dangerously proof that Sasuke was closer to his second orgasm than his first. And that, in his view, was unfair.

With a deft movement, Naruto made Sasuke stay below it. That image of Sasuke to calm agitated breathing, the subtle blush on his cheeks, his shirt unbuttoned, and his totally messed member care cheering him moan with excitement. Now it was the blond who pounced on the most, plunging his face in the crook of her neck, biting and sucking. Began to move faster, and pleasantly violent than in the previous position, making what Sasuke let go were not moaning, but screams of pure pleasure that rose dangerously when Naruto brought his left hand to the belly of the Uchiha, the sole and perverse order to masturbate at the same rate as he moved inside.

was then input Uchiha fulminant wild and narrowed, leading to their students orgasm with an unknown power. In turn, Sasuke let out the evidence of their pleasure from their bellies.

Naruto collapsed, exhausted, on the Uchiha who grabbed him firmly, with no intentions of letting go, both breathing heavily. They did not need anything else. For now, just wanted to be together, and that the moment was what they were doing. With some, Naruto went inside the Uchiha, with great care. This giggled the blonde did not understand.

"I'm not a porcelain vase, usuratonkachi.

This puffed out his cheeks, annoyed. Then he thought a great response.

"No, but it sure not put up with as many rounds as my father and your brother (N / A: NO I could not help XD).

Sasuke raised an eyebrow.

- "You're challenging, dobe?

Naruto raised a little and felt the excitement of the challenge and walked two bodies.

"Take it as you want, fear.

had not yet talked about all aspects of your life that would change when public hiciesen their relationship, nor had they talked about how they were going to say ... But for all that there was time. For what they were about to make sure too. The difference was that talking about these issues was not as enjoyable as making love in a thousand different positions. So the temptation to initiate a shake of the hips were much larger than talking about their relationship.

OoOOoOOoOOoO

NARUTO POV.

why I wanted to get into that institute? It was by the possibilities, not for prestige, far from being the best in the country. I just wanted to go with one goal: get my lover to recognize that, like me, want to release our relationship. I was not interested any more. Neither the scandal that would cause or how much it would affect the thousands of fans that Sasuke had since he started teaching three years ago. (Aim: Sasuke and Naruto is 25-26 years 17-18)

For me, both fans and the tabloid press could go where I tell you. Sasuke always be my like I would always be yours .

And nobody could change that.

Hope you like it, bixito. XDD And you know, give me a dehissing! dehissing give me!

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Yay! Finally accepted my request to Retos_a_la_carta. GOING TO ITACHI WITH roped into every living creature HOW DID ZEUS, Dattebayo!!

Fandom: Naruto.
Claim: Naruto / Sasuke (ie chupiiii NaruSasu).

LEMON TABLE 1

1. Kiss	2. first	3. Storm	4. Ecstasy	5.Gemidos
6.Respiración	7. thighs	8. Whisper	9. Hot	10.Corazón
11. Passion	12. Need	13.Cuerpos	14. Skin	15. Lips
16. Aroma	17. Neck	18. Games	19.Sensualidad	20. Chest (s) *
21.Seducción	22.Cautiva	23.Tierno	24. Wild	25. Erotic
26. Boca	27. Dance	28.Posesivo	29.Excitación	30.Dominante
31.Movimiento	32. Lovers	33.Locura	author 34.Elección	author 35.Elección

Fandom: Naruto
Claim : Itachi Uchiha. (Tail puts girls and boys !!!!!)

LEMON TABLE 2

1. hands	2. Sex	3. Temptation	4. Force	5. Sweating
6. Instinct	7. Place	8. Caderas	9. Biting	10. Penetration
11. Wives	12. Húmedo	13. Pressure	14.Embestidas	15.Indomable
16.Sabanas	17.Horcajadas	18. Control	19. Aliento	20. Luna
21. Ice	22. Deep	23. Love	24. Delivery	25. Carnal
26. Access	27. fingers	28. Author's Pick	29. Veloz	30. Abandonment
31. Soft	32.Desbocados	33.Desnuda	34.Complacer

Puffff! I have to roll with 34 people Itachi !!!!! at least. I have evil in mind ... kukukukukuku.

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maritilla_chan @ 2008-05-15T19: 14:00

As the title says, is over I can finally say I finished high school. HAPPINESS!! GOOD FOOD! SELECTIVITY ... (* Ma becomes depressed *) Great all great but for tiny detail that would already be a happy person. But I can afford between five days and a week of relaxation that I will take full advantage. Try

Enemies and Lovers and continued strong Bet. Also I will start a table NaruSasu lemons and another exclusively for Itachi. (Yay!! Lemon !!!!). Again

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good!

after a long but not walk long pos aki aki start again ....

this page brings back memories of doing a couple of years, and people were with me Akella ke, ke me to the easiest day, and I pushed them laugh ...

but everything happens there and get away with ke ...

life changed a lot from me Akella asik now begins the story of my new life hehe

Chinese Blocked Arteries And Veins

A bit of everything.

giving boring. Is that when Mrs. inspired look no stopping her. While my sister does compis ParidasOnline with the Uni (FRIKIS look what they can become their comments), I finished my study language and started writing a new fic. Ale! It is the fourth multichapter I write.

Enemies and Lovers.
Pairing: NaruSasu .
Genre: Drama tinged with humor, friendship, romantic.
Warnings: Yaoi, lemon.
Summary: For the friendship that united us, for that betrayal that made you, because now we are enemies, not fall into your networks usuratonkachi.
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4230244/1/Enemies_and_Lovers

Ale, reading has been said.

Furthermore, RukiaU yesterday I spent a few images (mostly NaruSasu) muyyyyyy perverts. And that spurred me to look further. But the one I liked was not a pervert, but a very cute made by KiwiFluff

LINK

are adorable! Again

Japan Train Chikan Legal

Naru ... Coop?

giving the watch that. Why? Does it have something to turn to the study? Sure, because there is little desire. With my fics? Unlikely. With Naruto? That's right.
will see a series of disastrous coincidences (which shall include my old friend Don Boredom and friendly companion Doña Studio), I ended up on the Internet looking for pictures of angels. Black angels . To be more accurate. Ue Totalq ended up in a web with varied subject matter and good photos (link below). And I found a photo of the most curious ... LINK



to guess. WTF face. XDDDD So I stayed when I saw it. My first thought (after the WTF!): Pa'l Jounal. Second thought: I have to teach ANYONE. And someone will see it, so without hesitation.

http://www.linkmesh.com/

Voted Best Small Binocular 2009

21 Black Jack. Soundtracks

Holas! Although I know that there will be a minimum of people around the world who will read this, I can not start writing things. And that I'm advertising itself! Anyway.

Yesterday I was seen as a student of 2nd year, because I'm sure that after that no more time. I'm looking at the stack of papers I have to study this weekend for Latin and Greek and, frankly, I'm a little repelúslúslús. And that Latin and Greek is easy. (Compared with art or history, to which I said bye bye!).

That's it. I went with a couple of friends for ahí.Y, first event, when we Plaza Road North 2 (San Sebastian who do not know) we came across a boy wearing a cowboy hat. At first I was But where is he?. But then ... I looked sideways. We had a face and a deep blue eyes that left me Pall. I spent some time with the heart a hundred. And is that:! Was like Cabrales cheese!.

In order to do, we went to see Black Jack 21. A film that reminds us very much to the movie Rounders of Matt Damon and Edward Norton. This time was a guy who takes all 10 to tuition and privileged to have a brain for maths. One day his nonlinear equations professor (played by Kevin Spacey) realizes this potential and invited him to join their team players. Their mission? Card counting to beat the house at Black Jack. But not everyone is as easy as it seems and will soon have the head of surveillance (Laurence Fishburne) in the casinos of Las Vegass on the trail.

is a film I recommend for those with math and coconut lovers of letters. To me, I personally liked, but I got a little headache and with the memory of the cowboy in mind XDXDXDXD.

A win, win, chicken dinner!

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Master (Part 1) study

Vale ... yes .... the title is corny ... what? After all hes not plan to be here to talk about a cat I've ever seen hit this morning or anything like that. Only days I have been looking UNSO Soundtracks to hear while I study and I thought: Why not put it in the Journal but nobody is interested? Pos ale. I put it. But the record I've been looking at the most worthwhile and the movies that I like with their soundtracks, so I appreciate a lot something very least this interest. Even for culturizar a bit.

Much Ado About Nothing.
My take on this film then how it is not too strict as it is one of my favorite movies. Based on the play of the same name by William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing is a comedy more fun to laugh and to mourn, something we often comes in handy. It's one of those films that has almost no special effects and maybe that's why what you love. I, frankly, I have it on an altar by the magnificent soundtrack of Patrick Doyle. Also the cast of actors are the best: Kenneth Branagh, Emma Thompson, Denzel Washington, Robert Sean Leonard, Imelda Stauton, Keanu Reeves and always great Michael Keaton.
The good: The above named incredible cast of actors.
bad: Don Pedro of Aragon was not black ...
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more. Men Were decievers
ever,
one foot on sea, and one on shoal.
I leave here the main theme of the film. If you urge to see her, you know. Sing

no more.

Mohicans.
I feel that by the end of this line and I shall have said what a wonderful, great and amazing is this film (Do you see?). Is not widely known, at least people will talk about the father Name (another great movie) the same actor, and certainly the know before this. Daniel Day-Lewis plays Hawkeye Nathaniel a Mohawk Indian that because a battle has to take the daughters of the British commander to the fort where this is located. Then comes a sort of connection between the major, Cora (Madeleine Stowe) and Nathaniel.
good: whole movie itself.
bad: A film critic here would something which for him is obvious, however I have no complaints about this movie Nigun: P.

Main Theme.

Doctor Zhivago.
Maurice Jarre created this Banda Sonora is a jewel for a film that is another gem. Result: complete watches. I have understood that it was a TV series based on the movie and Keira Knightley starred as Lara, but for me the great actress is Julie Christie. Highlight the performances of Geraldine Chaplin, Omar Sharif and Alec Guinness, although the latter comes out soon. Excellent atmosphere in Russia during the 1 st Revolucióny World War. incredible time of Bloody Sunday and splendid film.

Lara's Theme.

The Mission.
could not lack the well-known composer Ennio Morricone. One of the greatest composers of all time, but have pulled down the label of western music composer. Lovely solo oboe and masterly interpretations of Robert de Niro and Jeremy Irons (((MI MUSKETEER pyre !!!... ... I have a lot))).

Main Theme.

Amelie.
I must have thrown something how 3 years looking for this tune without knowing what it was. One day last week he came Pilar touch piano music in it ... and told me it was from the movie Amelie. A very interesting movie

Comptine d'un autre été après midi.

That's all for now. I is entering sleep. Soon their heads round here The Bridge on the River Kwai, Schindler's List, The Last Samuráiy things like that.

SEE!

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The fact does not make you smarter ... Philosophy

Well that puts mismito. In fact I still do not understand many of my teachers. Today there is discussion of philosophy with the man whose name I can not (that's a lie, I can) and I remember. He has not left the playground which, combined with the terxto was difficult and that Kant is a bug to tner in mind, because I believe that there is little hope of salvation. Luckily, the next test will be on Nietzsche, a super nice man who said God had said: Pies pa 'what I love you, and went on foot, leaving us alone to become supermen. I would like Superman, now.

Another example: Art. A subject that should be fun ... glanders firecracker. Not the fault of the teacher ... is nice outside of class ... but inside, if you take their boxes ... Escape.

Finally: History. Professor naaaaaaadaaaaaa I did not like it. After all, it seems a bit pesaíto. But lately I like better. Why? Simple test has changed Megasuper LONG REVIEW OF FOUR SUBJECTS has already been mentioned in previous entry Wednesday. Viva the teacher of history! Seriously though

: Sometimes things do not understand the study requires only occasionally, but have a capacity of greater understanding of normal. This will solve the great mysteries of life: What smell the clouds? What is the meaning of life? "For what I write crap in my journal? Tani Why not have a hula-hop? Why is the guy I like does not make me any attention? (Disclosure: I not have written that ...)

And many times, however much you study, you can not make you smarter .... But it helps a lot .. .

Fics: Bet

loud: I'm on it ... I'm at it TT.TT.

Deadly Sins: You will see a day I was discussing with Ruki, and he suggested I get into the Community Crack & Roll And I created my own table of challenges: The Seven Deadly Sins. The first is Pride: NaruSasu, and I have quite planned it. It will be quite short. NOTICE: MUUUUYYY CRACK.