Monday, December 20, 2010

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Nadiem @ 2010-12-20T22: 24:00

It's Almost like you had it
Planned It's like you smile and shook my hand and Said
"Hey, I'm about to screw you over, big time"











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Friday, December 17, 2010

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that's still beating

I May Have lost my way now,
Have not forgotten my way home.

Thursday, December 16, 2010

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December

- I know it's late, but ... wanted to know if you were well.
- Do you know? For months all I have wondered the same thing. If I'm right.
- What do they say?
- That I will.
- Do you really think? ...
- Ask me tomorrow. Rest

Sunday, December 12, 2010

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"... or what happened to you last night?" Second diagnosis

just a second. Rest
my brain that never stops spinning, thinking. Soledad
sometimes or always.
Soledad, and distrust.

Saturday, December 11, 2010

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seconds, not even third.
Monotony.
responsibility, friendship, lies.
Monotony. Seconds
diagnostic even without me.
As always, we are on the same line, however, including who should not.
Lying, as always lying. We
line.
I do not even I have hope. Neither
I'm excited.
Today, not anymore.
second diagnosis, they say, if you need it, or whatever.
do not have to tell me or you to tell me which is worse.
We will continue lying, drinking, playing, dancing, and talking to whom we please.
We will continue to hide things because that's how it should be, that's how people are and that's how you keep things afloat, but never fall to the ground.
At least not fall to the ground .. So you think ... Right?
But you're wrong, completely, everything falls, fight for it or not. Nor do you fight so much ... Not me, I already either.
drunk again this Christmas, and still receive messages back and talk with whoever you want, and most importantly, Do not tell me.
on with your life monotonous, which is finally After all that is what you are good.
on with your monotonous life, but do not tell me. To this end
alone, not by what you do and do not count.
to be over because I get tired of discovering many things, and not for you.

Thursday, December 2, 2010

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... no matter how old coffee. For blue skies

old loser plays again
make me feel good
is so sad the night that your song
know defeat and honey.











But at times furiously
hits the piano and there are some who have seen him mourn.












There is a man clinging to a piano
emotion
soaked in alcohol and a voice saying: "You look tired" and even
not out nor the Sun

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

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There are countless weekends throughout the year, but everyone goes when it should not. There are a thousand
weekends, and leave you alone when you just feel like to be, it does not mean anything good. There are a thousand
weekends, but as always, like everyone, as anyone at any time , choose to leave you, because that's the way, that's life, and it has played live.
Because you're the one, and you're going to be forever. Because there are a thousand
weekends, but everyone chooses to pass them as they please, and nobody is going to support you anymore.
Never again, I promise.
Nobody is going to support you, because you will not let them do it.
If you pass this on your own, who cares that someone or not the rest of the time.
not need them.



It's Been a long year Since we last spoke How's your halo
?
Just Between You and I
You and me and the satellites.

I Can not Get Used To It
I Can not Get Used To It
I'll Never Get Used To It
I'll Never Get Used To It





Friday, November 19, 2010

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And how curious.
I miss you.
need to go back, to where I wanted flee.
And how stupid.
say that you inspire, light and lies, drugs and fantasy.
And how stupid.
is absurd, but still miss you.
And how absurd, when I leave the place they wanted to run away forever, I miss it also.
How stupid, because now I do not think clearly.
How stupid, because I wanted to escape all of that and this, and now I want to be everywhere at once.
How absurd, because I no nothing.
Y qué estúpido, porque a la vez valoro todo demasiado.
Ridículo, porque os voy a echar a todos de menos.
Allí, y aquí.
Porque me habéis formado.
Porque formais parte de mí.

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Nadiem @ 2010-11-20T04: 21:00

Just don't let me down
Hold on to your kite







I know she knows that I'm not fond of asking
True or false it may be.






Wednesday, November 17, 2010

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.

Como todo lo que pasó y no se recuerda.
Como lo que no tiene derecho a recordarse.
Or what will never forget, even though you know it will never again be the same.

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Nadiem @ 2010-11-18T00: 11:00

I forgot, sorry, I forgot. Another Tuesday
leaves between drugs and alcohol.
Sorry, it's almost normal, so I forgot. That other Tuesday
more is necessary to forget, because I do not know how.
Maybe everything has its reason.
Maybe everything has to end, one way or another.

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Let me pass. Light

Where are we now?
've got to let you know. A house still
Does not Make a home.
Do not leave me here alone ...














... like
indicision to call you and here your voice of treason

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

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Like everything that happened and not remembered.
Or what was left to spend, and never happened.
We are dedicated to the wait. The wait absurd feelings, as a ticking clock meaningless, because it never passes the time, never spends time. Everything remains exactly the same way. Coffee, mobile phone, although no one lame, the stories that froze the hearts and weeks pass, and nothing evolves. Nothing can be overcome, because the heart is freezing. The cold makes Cordoba stories then anything so far that we no longer can feel. Cordoba cold, so cold like others elsewhere, and yet so different ... so far from everything. As if from here you could see things, but you were not inside.
And last night, like every Tuesday since you started your life in Cordoba, something special happen.
Since that day I threw up in a pub clutching the arm of a friend, a friend, incidentally, now lives just beside the wall. And since the day you wanted vomiting, and the service you met a group of "girls? watching all up and down, you cross your arms as a sign of the defense and looked to the ground, because you've never wanted to draw attention. All were looking at you, and you wanted to throw up, until one of them, the protagonist of the story, he said those words that were willing to hear: "Come, girls, let's go." And you stayed there with his arms folded and head bowed, not knowing what to think, but the truth is that even do not hurt like it hurt afterwards, throughout the year that began this Tuesday.
Or a month later that Tuesday with the boys, lying on that sofa that has seen much pain and so much alcohol, and many drugs, and without seeing anything and just listened to a song without stopping, and me fell asleep on the couch because he could not even get up to go to the room.
Or a couple of months ago when you were waiting in a corner drinking a pint, and messages you wrote what you were reading at the table, while elsewhere on Tuesday reafirmándote still was there. And all those
Tuesday, pain, alcohol, everything.
All these, until yesterday, I went to bed early because I wanted to start well. But it was Tuesday, and of course, on Tuesdays you can not start well. So without wanting the fear starts to appear somewhere on your body, then distrust, and then the memory.
And someone comes and you're reserving it for the weekend , but the pain is taking over your body, and just doing as usual.
Dame to smoke, fuck, that's not going to hurt my life, but will improve my feelings now.
And you just lying to the many, almost the same pain you had.
and reach a conclusion.
At least no more painful.
But you're tired of always the same thing happens, it is always the same, and that does not evolve.
You are trying to evolve.
What else? Tired
. Yes Tired, almost completely.

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

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Thursday, March 25, 2010

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Some books to download Isabel Allende;)

Here I bring some books for download onto a single link;)



Biography: Isabel Allende
Llona was born on August 2, 1942 in Lima (Peru), Chilean writer and playwright. Isabel Allende is considered the most popular Latin American novelist. Has sold over 35 million copies and his work has been translated into over 27 languages. Tomás Allende's daughter, diplomat and first cousin of Salvador Allende, and Francisca Llona. Born in Lima while his father was ambassador to Chile in Peru. Parents separated in 1945, returning to Chile with her mother and her two brothers lived there until 1953.

Between 1953 and 1958, his family lived on in Bolivia and Beirut (Lebanon). In Bolivia and attended an American school in Beirut, a private English school. In 1958 he returned to Chile and met up with Miguel Frías, whom he married in 1962.

From 1959 to 1965, he worked at the United Nations Organization for Food and Agriculture Organization (FAO) in Santiago de Chile. In 1963 a daughter Paula. The following years spent long periods in Europe, especially living in Brussels and Switzerland. Returning to Chile in 1966 his son was born Nicholas.

From 1967 he took part in the drafting of the journal Paula, while publishing articles on various topics. He later made various contributions to the children's magazine published two stories Mampato and children's grandmother and lauchones Panchita and Mice and a collection of essays entitled to civilize Cave, also worked on two television channels in Chile.

In 1973 he premiered his play The Ambassador. That same year saw the coup led by General Pinochet, which killed his uncle. In 1975, exiled with his family in Venezuela. There he spent 13 years working in the Daily Caracas national and secondary school until 1982, and published his first novel The House of the Seven Mirrors (1975).

In 1981, because his grandfather 99 years and still the same at death's door, he began to write a letter that became a manuscript. The House of the Spirits (1982), his first novel and his most famous work. This aroused great interest and was later adapted for the screen (by Bille August) and the theater.

In 1984 he published Of Love and Shadows, which quickly became another great success and was also made into a film. The constant travel that began promoting their books made their marriage Cold to term. Divorced from her husband, Willie Gordon married July 7, 1988 in San Francisco.

in 1988, agreed to vote in the plebiscite that General Pinochet did resign. In 1990, with the return of democracy in Chile, was awarded the Gabriela Mistral award by President Patricio Aylwin.

After the death of her daughter Paula, Allende published a memoir, Paula (1994). This is written as a letter addressed to his daughter when she was in a coma in a Madrid hospital. They are a memory of his childhood years and exile. Paula died of porphyria in 1992.

currently resides in San Rafael (California). Has been awarded at the Academy of Arts and Letters American.

The works are these:

The House of the Spirits (1982).
Of Love and Shadows (1984).
Eva Luna (1987).
Tales of Eva Luna (1989).
The Infinite Plan (1991).
Paula (1994).
Aphrodite (1997).
Daughter of Fortune (1999).
Portrait in Sepia (2000).
The City of Beasts (2002).
My Invented Country (2003)
The Kingdom of the Golden Dragon (2003)
Forest of the Pygmies (2004)
El Zorro (2005)


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Thursday, March 11, 2010

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Testing if I can understand how it is ...