Wedding Ceremony Bulletin In Spanish

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I started dating a guy.

Day 1: He said he did not want us to have sex, he wanted to "do the right thing" for once in your life.

Day 3: He invited me to have a second date.

Day 4: Day, his birthday, we began together in a hotel.

Day 5: I asked how it felt to make someone happy.

Day 6: I came for the bar where I was with my friends, to see us 1 hour.

Day 7: Despite hating the movie, invited me to the movies.

Day 9: We invited a friend and me to an outing with a friend.

Day 10: We had a great afternoon looking for a hotel for the night.

Day 14: As I grabbed the hand he asked rhetorically if we "hands up" and lamented be all that I had to do in this half of the year.

Day 15: I woke up with it in my mail box saying that he wanted to see me (yes, again)

Day 16: I wrote an email telling him to imagine a funny mail, but tender, balanced, saying nice things and thanking having appeared.

Day 19: He came to me cuddling my house (mother included) because accidents breaks my full face and gave me a potus, because I told him to bring anything.

Day 22: I wrote a song.

Day 23: I bought the black book of the Bicentennial of Barcelona, \u200b\u200bbecause I wanted and had not wanted to bring my loan.

Day 24: I told him I missed him.

Day 25: I said we we saw more because I was so hooked.

Day 130: I said that most abandoned, selfish and uncaring he was, he liked me, wanted and would have to banks.

Day 131: She moved to another continent.

(because we generate these passions, because it does not hurt the party and because it is true and we want to do well)

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Some time ago I'm bored of the lack of intellectual freedom that gives me BLOGSPOT, as the monopoly GOOGLE prevents you agree to contracts it has with its partners what millionaires You want to think or do.



I feel like a kid with mommy by telling him to say, think or do, but this time is a virtual maternal authority, which tells me to publish and what not. Thus I question what is the true freedom of Internet? When ten years ago we said that now if you arrogantly was the true diversity of thought, but when looking for information X, WIKIPEDIA is the first to arise in the pursuit of our "San Google" , which in turn owns the space, or want to watch a video on YOUTUBE (portal where google also owns) of a band or whatever, it does not leave your country because you do not pay allowances, and also owns most popular portal circulation of ideas as BLOGSPOT, who wants to buy Facebook and other social networks in the world, why do you want to own, a simple BROWSER, so much information and data? DO NOT YOU EVER WONDERED WHAT DO, ESPECIALLY WHEN READING THE DAILY OR AS TO BUY GOOGLE IS RED OR TECHNOLOGY? I think many people do not question it, it still believes in freedom of INTERNET.


Although my struggle is not against GOOGLE know very well that it intends to purchase content and its constant censorship of ideas (is that mouse to dominate the world, if not been completed so far) My fight lies because I like to publish and comment on albums I listen, and if I can spread it to others to listen, I do because I do not charge for it, because the music industry does not pay me to have my musical taste, I have one more free publicity to a band because I find worth promoting it is like when the comment to a friend saying that I'm listening to records and if you hear it now I hope you like, while Google through its space blogspot wants to send to your locks that go against those wishes monetary label machinery.


I got tired, therefore the logical step is to move, is the same when you get tired of a job, be bored if you send a change, well, I move http://missoundtrack . blogspot.com / he wants to manipulate my ideas as Matrix, and my rebellious spirit is not left tame. I want a new publisher and if you want to manipulate this new space as well ... I'll change to another space. For my intellectual freedom that I have only one left in this commercial and neo liberal world.

I leave my new link http://misoundtrack.wordpress.com
if anyone is interested, although I do not

Mercedes Advertisement 2010

It Could Happen To

It Could Happen.

You can be walking, returning from an outing with friends, thinking about how difficult it is even talk, much less seen with a man. You can come

stuck in your head, with a freezing cold hands in his pockets and head down. You can stop

free, and raising his head, hoping to avoid the car and see a someone on the other side in the same position in the opposite direction.

You can continue along the avenue, struggling with your short-sighted to realize that someone who is about a boy and it's nice and you can smile as you pass by.

You can see that he smiled too, reach the village, turn it and see that he also turned.

You can move a few meters and turn it back and see it stopped, avenue by looking at you.

You can follow your path, for a minute after you touch the shoulder, the cute guy who crossed the street at a trot.

You can walk to the train company, chatting, laughing at the cliché of situation. You can pass

, 2, 3 trains, until the last one going to your house and only then say goodbye.

You can receive a kiss surprise you, give your phone number and instantly you exit the train platform, you can receive a call to check that you have not lied.

You can smile the rest of the trip.

I'm not saying that will happen to you, but I know myself.

It Could Happen.