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Who said that being alone is bad? Loneliness Is it a punishment? I understand that sometimes it's good to know that someone has perhaps a helping hand is often needed, but there are people who learn that being alone is the essence of their lives and may enjoy it. The downside is that loneliness is the dialectic of the company, and then seems to be more painful to wear when it falls on it and not know or do not believe have ever known.

My childhood was spent in the occasional company of my cousins, the desert of my toys and my fantasy scene. Sometimes, I felt that perhaps it would be good for another boy my age wanted to play that game with me that I had invented, then it was but a resounding silence of my room and the mewing of a cat. My friends from school (because for twelve long years I studied in school for girls) were just that, schoolmates, and beyond the classroom and sometimes the presence of my cousins \u200b\u200bat my grandparents had never met other friends or children.

In the solitude of my games, I saw how I built my own fantasies, how every time I walked away from the things that others did with their friends and learned the art of talking to herself and enjoy it. I have no brothers and then my only company was my mother who used to watch soap operas while I was away in a lonely world and dream that I built myself and all unknown, so I began to understand that it was for other " Solitude for me it was not, or at least did not feel that way. I think that perhaps this ambiguous concept and some regret that I kept my family, I was invited to walk and to stay with my uncles and cousins \u200b\u200band I, After one night, weeping in silence, I felt removed from what was really me, my imaginary castles of clouds and clear, from my mom. As I never had friends in the neighborhood, I got used to undertake solo adventures, you can never go skating with other children and I had again to be alone, skating alone, watching cartoons alone and do everything that children do have friends-less - alone. Thus passed the years of my infancy and childhood and I was becoming normal. Also

same way I spent my adolescence, engrossed in the solitude of my room, an old campus study before it was my grandfather. The only people my age who knew were, again my friends from school and sometimes more sporadically, and my cousins. And had no toys or castles in the air, so my new shelters became some old books, write a few words, silly music and finally a dog, these were my new friends, while all of my age were involved to live a teenager, I lived in my own way, is why some people thought I was half silly girl "who could not enjoy life."

In these circumstances, loneliness never conceived as a state of bitterness that others argue that unlike me not live, I learned to see the pleasant side to be without company to laugh, mourn, think and write my stuff alone in the four walls of my room, and to consider important the little company of a pet, of course, I never thought I be so stupid as some thought, just lived differently these stages life.

Today, at the beginning of my emerging adulthood, I managed to make some friends and I have romantic relationships, and in theory I'm not so lonely as it once was for others, however, the concept is different, because this "loneliness" that seemed to accompany my early years, he changed direction, it tastes different, I know from experience that being alone is not isolated to be a hermit, living in a cave as it did character in Jean Baptiste Suskind novel "Perfume ." No, loneliness has a different connotation in this case, and is to see how our life away from someone who dies having broken the old concept that hate since childhood, when in a blink of an eye decides to leave and separate from the road and when its absence creates a void never before imagined (perhaps because never before had that someone) that is now, to be truly alone.

Today I think the fantasy of imaginary castles and books were always a constant companion, my eternal friends that I can continue to use, so it is never completely alone, but after all, I think losing a friend who is believed to have found at last, is ultimately lose everything, perhaps because it is so difficult to find one.

song is right, Rolando Series (musician head of several grannies and some procreative) when he says in his song: Hello loneliness, no wonder your presence, almost always with me, greets an old friend This meeting is one more ...! Here goes:

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New Single Infected Mushroom: Smashing The Opponent


After a great time off the world famous back Infected Mushroom with his new material (and premiering the logo), which was touring in concert and now it envisions as a new disk from Perfect Music, the record label's prestigious Paul Oakenfold .


But what is the new single? The Smashing Opponent , who witnessed it live (it's in a previous post) and I knew I was going to be on the new album, to be known as the song of the same name Legend Of The Black Shawarma . Hence the tracklist: Poquito Mas

2. Sa'eed
3. End of the Road
4. Smashing the Opponent * featuring Jonathan Davis (Korn) Can not Stop
6. Herbert the Pervert
7. Killing Time * featuring Perry Farrell (Jane's Addiction) Project 100
9. Franks
10. Slowly
11. Legend of the Black Shawarma

Its launch will September 8 (date to look forward to!), and also says the release is a remix of one of his famous songs Bust A Move.

And as a single good can not exist without the official video, there is just below. Includes the voice of Jonathan Davis of Korn, the very presence of Paul Oakenfold and DJ Von Douche (even if not real lol).



But that style and moves away from what used to hear in IM the Supervisor and the previous records, and to become a band of their own gender ... will have to hear the whole album to check. A pretty funny video, Take a little eye to detail.

If you want to download the official release to radio, do it from here .

to lueguito!

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Gabriel's passion ... do you and

As on previous occasions I have expressed , my vague knowledge in film did not make large contributions or criticism, but it still does not prevent me from commenting about this art. There will always mean to praise the production - although in fact it deserves when it really worth it, other times to give a negative assessment gives rise to justify why and that is why I come today not to throw flowers, but quite the opposite to criticize.

opportunity in a close, I went to see "Passion of Gabriel " movie Colombian media reported promising enough. It tells the story of a priest who has tangled alebrestado a girl of the village where it is assigned as pastor. So far, so very interesting because such situations put red-hot controversy and give that talk. However, I think I should have waited until a Sunday or public holiday in the present a national television channel because in my opinion, not worth enough to pay a movie ticket.

The plot itself is trite but no less interesting, already known to a story whose central axis is a philandering priest should raise comments, criticisms and in this case, lust. The daddy that, just over thirty, is furtive lovemaking with a very pretty young lady, indeed, the people and becomes a hot relationship where sex is rampant, as the irrepressible desire to vent years of repression because of his priestly vows, come to be certain when he meets her, which makes them sinners converted masked noble social figures.

Hence, nothing more interesting, a leading ideological encontrón both the bureaucrats of the small population and with the daunting guerrillas who roam the area, since it is one of those anxious parents who work beyond what fees church will allow, that makes your life hangs by a thread at any moment and a reason to become a bitter enemy of both sides to the point, it begins to be questioned his vocation as a priest for many of the settlers.

Gabriel, wears a dress unusual for a pope, it seems more like a crazy hippie who came to a village to hunt girls, seduce and sleep with them, so I'm not convinced at all that side strolled around rare shorts and pastel blue shirts or otherwise without them. The mayor however, wearing long pants and a white neck, resembling more the image of pastor to the same player (for his clothing, not their physical, as in this if they put a man who is pure pint of Rogue) . I may be too pragmatic and has had such an impression, but in this case is a matter of conviction film.

I'm surprised and glad that little or no sight of drugs and drug trafficking, elements of Colombian cinema clichés, but still is intrinsic to the track of the already known groups outside the law, its frequent presence in small populations national geography and the role they play is always hostile to these places: Threats, stalking and killing anyone who contradicts them, something not very far from reality which of course could not miss the plot, which makes that despite apparently be a different story, different shades in the background is giving the same to them.

do not know if these topics are so common and predictable, which made " Gabriel's passion "I have not liked at all, do not know if the central plot lost its way because you think you will find a perverse history of the religious affairs and is running into a socio-political issue of our reality and that's what we've seen a lot, I do not know if it's because the main character, was perhaps a character that did little or nothing except to sleep with the cleric. The fact is that, in my humble opinion, they wanted to do something different, make new roads and repeatedly fell into the usual clichés with a weak argument.

It is good to produce films with more frequency so that the quality of these is increasingly better and that's why the national film starts taking an important regional and some international attention, it is also a plus that managers show new directions in its themes of absurd to spend so monotonous always on them to innovate out of the traditional violence and that thereafter the plots have little or nothing to do with our bloody conflicts. The only bad thing is that this desire to develop, leaving aside the most important seduce the viewer. I think that's still missing some work in "Gabriel's passion " Although, indeed, completely ignorant of the true course of Colombian cinema, hence for my opinion lacks weight and does not become more than that, an opinion. Judge

you when you see it ...

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retained a faint hope of getting your call yesterday, waiting to be matched to have called on the date similar.

not reached, as expected.

and I feel nothing ... nothing good or bad.

I will not waste another post on this topic. FIN

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Recipe of happiness fly a kite , eating an apple see a beautiful landscape . It's that easy. "

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" I mix so as not to fall in love . I fell in love not to mix "

Thought: Rob

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Hearing the song Hot Chocolate - You Sexy Thing came to mind first feature film that made us see the college season at the Teatro San Gabriel (for which no catch, I studied at that school.)

But why the memory, you will understand later. There goes half half what I remember: Excited

all college guys, male Catholic school ... third or fourth year, uniformaditos ... was obvious, a free movie function as a novelty at school was not to be missed. Entry

disordered to the theater. One of the first type InFocus projectors in the middle corridor. At that time I did not know much about technology, but if I noticed that at least. A pair of speakers for the stereo spread primitive.

- A view guaguita! quietly!

was a matter of seconds when you could just as scarce noticing faces of surprise among the spectators, between teachers, between the leaders. No wonder. FULL MONTY.



I know I was thinking that the film suggested, perhaps it was something like:
" ... and if instead of Rocky I put FULL MONTY? "

And much worse than the person who posted:
. of leyfff ..! a beast for sure buses themselves! "

From there my teammates know where they came from trends in certain well-known people in my graduating class. That

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If any of my data is wrong (which is VERY likely) will do the favor to say ... that age and alcohol have ravaged those college memories. If nothing is correct, it will take my story as pure fiction ("I dreamed it? Mmm I think not.)

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Ad memoriem Ruby Cifuentes.

Inside your womb is brewing amid a silence perfectly absurd and physiology, the beginning of what will be a future tragedy. Days pass, nights, months and years and he is still there, silent and apparently lifeless. Works under the custody of silence, silent all, does not reflect anything and time is running and running. Your eyes-the window of the soul, only reflect the living of life, joy and sadness, the madness and debauchery, the moments of pain and anger, moments of joy in which you yell because you reached an achievement, you do not realize but he is still there, hidden as the greatest of cowards trying to pass unnoticed.

Time goes fast, running as if he desire, between breath and breath, your life will compose your own melody, is almost ready. Do not you realize, your children are grown, and rely on their own and you just yesterday they would feed off your chest. And the clock is ticking. The passing of life shows you friends and enemies. Your friends, smug joy, your staff have been emotionally for several years, your family is warm wool blanket that wraps around to relieve loneliness you just touch. Your enemies, do you think have been passengers, those who once believed fragile and lonely see today are only memories, have finally gone from your life. The rest continues and time goes on, goes away.

suddenly feel something strange, you're different, your days have changed their taste. The vitality and lucidity of success you have always accompanied seem to get away suddenly. This is no time to disrupt not know it, your enemy you thought vanished, is working on your being quiet and discreet, slow and steady, rooted closer than you think.

decides it's time to go to the doctor. Finally you see that they call "doctor "is changed, were not seen in months. He looks old, already has a few wrinkles around his eyes and hair that seems to be fading every morning, every morning and every night. It is up slowly, looks into your eyes he says come back soon, that afternoon and by the way, say hello to friends radiology. Time is ticking.

day arrives at last have something for you, is news.

- P ou be healthy. think as he calls your name to the solitude of a cold corridor of the hospital. His eyes look at you like stingers, are immersed in your humanity soft and delicate. I had not noticed, but you've dropped a few kilos .

- not good news. Dice dying voice. - know this is hard and will soon emerge from this, there are several very effective treatments . Continued.

not resist the tears, the news paled your days. Now you knew I was there in the depths of your heart. Reservation as if afraid, but to strengthen its shield, feeding on your blood, your life and step acabándotela.

Now you see that not everything is so easy, you're weak and you lose your hair, the clock is ticking and now is an enemy more, those who thought you had defeated. You feel a few breaths, those few that are sufficient to meet you well, but even you doubt it. Now you see that your life is short, you're only halfway, but he had prepared his surprise you that when you will notice its presence cruel and perverse, faint. However, the clock is ticking.

vouchers will no longer by yourself, you feel you body weight. The vitality of your aura has faded, no longer respond. Perhaps you feel your own pain that you cry when you are in life. It is late, time has run, and he was present in each of your days, in each of your actions. Today, comes out and gives his signs of strength, not tired of being your enemy wants to kill you and try to kill it with the toughest of treatments.

The sobbing and the cries of your people are not reflected in their faces when they are with you, but behind that wall, just opposite, forming endless oceans of tears of pain, to see you still weak and tired. But all the brilliance of their tears, take shelter in the hope that soon you'll be fine. They want to be with you, he is also their enemy. Trying to put a smile on their faces but not reach it, then you settle for looking at them intently, one by one. The clock is ticking and keep running desperately.

The day came, you lie on your bed that was your partner for over 40 years, it's time to quit. You will be in a place where maybe you can get up alone, where perhaps hoping to focus ... or perhaps lost. Never mind, is the game of life, of all out. You are not alone, "you know, something overwhelms your soul, you're pale, almost inert, but feel that it is not the time, you're waiting for her to arrive. Hardly, your strength enough to get out of bed and head out. I do not believe but you are more conscious than ever, know that waiting for someone, so the run time.

Night falls and withers its absence undermines your existence, you think you're in the place, where hopes are multiplied, where perhaps find the answer while he was there, silent in your shelter. Overnight y el alba te indica que ya es un nuevo día, una nueva batalla que estás intentando ganar, pero que cada vez te hace mas débil. Por fin ves su cara, es blanca tiene algunos apartes de color rosa y unas diminutas manchas de sol. Sientes una dicha formidable, por fin logras ver a la mujer que te dio la vida. Ahí está ella, en frente tuyo con su frondoso pelo blanco y su cara tierna con aire maternal, te besa y te dice que te quiere, que estará contigo el tiempo que sea necesario, hasta verte salir de allá e ir de paseo como lo habían planeado hace apenas unas semanas.

El tiempo no da tregua, tus esperanzas de verla ya se convirtieron en hechos, y hoy son alicientes para sentirte tranquila, serena y en calma, justo as it always has been. Think it's time. Close your eyes and the warmth of the hands of your shoots, flowering now decide to leave this material world, and go to the quiet and ethereal, where he can no longer determined to invade your lap. Won the war finally came over you, and your whole body, you die now, and most likely will want to cross the barrier genealogical such that for some time had shown you that you could be next, that your father did not beat a little less than two years.

Today, there is only the theft of what was once your body, stored in a caramel-colored wooden box, adorned with flowers and prayers of which were yours. Today, the enemy stubbornly silent about ending your life, your being, leaving with head held high. Have you been a victim over the empire attacked.

Why, why are you so damn clever cancer? See how many you've taken no more! How many more you have in your black list? Will never our reason and our intellect indomitable succeed in finding a way to avoid this damn shame of suffering? How many more will your victims? What some began to take control of your being? Will continue to slow, silent and gloomy steps in our guts? How many more? please How many? ****

This entry dear readers perhaps goes a little of what is usually written in this blog. It is made with heart in hand after going through this difficult time, but especially is dedicated to the memory of my Aunt Ruby, while the life of Jorge O (sporadic reader of this blog) and Lili, their children , who these days, having lost most adored in the world and who was everything to them: their mother . Also, I dedicate it to all those who currently suffer or have someone worth dying with this pain that we call cancer .