January 2007

Saturday, January 13, 2007

Revo Styler Philippines

Decision taken

At this time, while the clatter of a train that takes me to the work serves as the soundtrack to my indecisive rambling, I am about to put final, on paper or virtual, so yesterday, full of love and no small of insanity, I decided it would be my near future. Back

therefore be another stage de mi vida, recuerdos que el tiempo no podrá borrar de mi memoria, vivencias cargadas de júbilo y algún que otro momento duro de esos que engrandecen el espíritu. Londres ha sido amor, lucha y superación. Londres significa metas que se alcanzan; mentes que se expanden; cócteles de trabajo, alcohol, besos y buen cine.

Llegué aquí rebotado de una isla de océano estancado, barrancos secos y noches que terminan con coches estrellados. Quise hacer las américas en el corazón del viejo continente, traía ilusión, determinación y lo que considero mi más preciada posesión: "perseverancia". Todo eso no me lo dio Inglaterra, ni mucho menos, lo but always had a long period had become something like that shirt heat we have in the back of the cupboard and year after year does not fall into its utility well into the winter. I thought that was lost, that this virtue in my conspicuous by its absence, but did not, was hibernating in the middle of spring. Final

the first act. Or maybe not, maybe that took place long ago, when the heavy suitcase was billed in the company of John under the gaze of a father who wants the best for a child who does not know when it will see.

Change, evolution, metamorphosis, catharsis ... Maybe those are the words noun the coming months. The truth is that yesterday, as I said, carried by Cupid or my rebellious subconscious, I decided that this star of numerous arms that my life was become a straight line and Juliet would be the point would cut my destiny.

A phone call, as so often, cemented the idea and became a purpose that was an option. A card written by another woman served as a contract. The date, as flexible as final, was located in August 2007 Place: Zaragoza, the reason: green-eyed redhead.

This field

Rose served well both promise and release. The British capital has been and probably always my favorite city, but as I said once in early December, I want more than Julie London. Thus, with more enthusiasm than pragmatism, his heart in the head and brain blood pumping, I left the martyrdom had become choose the path. Now we just have a list of things not to do in Denver before his death, but of experiences to enjoy in England before migrating back to Spain. To cite a few: further visit the British Museum and Tate Britain, see a football match in the Premier League in a stadium, go Manchester or Liverpool or at least Bournemouth, Bath and Stonehenge, driving a car for the English side, enter the Buckingham Palace and the observatory of Greenwich ...

And many more but above all one: get the Cambridge Proficiency Certificate, a title that symbolizes the university's eyes have become bilingual.

That is precisely the defining element of the departure date as at the time you finish the 5 tests that make up such examination, provided that it has gotten easier as far as possible to Peter my replacement ( something that really, in the broadest sense of the word, is totally impossible), I will send my luggage by UPS Standard to Zaragoza and Go with light baggage to Gran Canaria to spend two months in which desire, need and hopefully, beat the last battle enjoying the company of my family and friends.

Then perhaps follow up a trip to the Peninsula visiting by car in impeccable company over thirty cities throughout the Hispanic. What is certain is that sooner or later there will be a trip to Zaragoza consisting only of single ticket.

Tuesday, January 2, 2007

John Holmes Fotos Gallery

bestburglar @ 2007-01-02T07: 45:00 Christmas and New Year

Early in the morning, when the sun stretches and working pilgrimage with sad faces to their respective destinations, I'm in the 19-21 Street Crawford Street in London to write about the last days, those who come and this looks to give the impression of going to be such as Tato described the second world war: "Very long, very hard and very bloody." Julieta

now is in Stansted Airport, soon took a flight to Zaragoza that away from me and will make me have to settle for my memories to treasure her and the heat its role in the cold eyes of a photo. Only came for a couple of days, but were so wonderful that no doubt will be kept on my retina for a long time. Also next to it and a similar fate, has been Marietta, who came to London to give that touch no doubt familiar to my eyes is their Achilles heel.

Christmas with them have been wonderful, I would say complete. Tomorrow

came John, spend a day in the capital of the world and then return to my conversations with inanimate mask on my wall, but first must clean and arrange the room for tonight's visit to my landlord, who with impious will, will come to claim what is theirs and therefore cost me win: the monthly floor.

Later, in the middle of the month I was born, and Nestor Aythami arrive ready to enjoy this land and then I'll go with them to Rome to meet with Nico and ADEX y de alli, solo, ire a Berlin a ver a Julieta y esa ciudad de Historia, Vida y amor por la cerveza.

Pero eso sera mas tarde, ahora tendre que ponerme a trabajar escaso de sueño y fecundo en tareas pendientes.