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all have favorite topics. Songs written by someone else, but we feel them as their own. But all those items have something in common. The associate special moments of our lives and that is why we keep them as treasures. In my case, I have millions of songs that bring back fond memories, although I will only expose some of them.

There Something On Your Mind - Alejandro Lerner: This issue was among the first CD I bought (well, I bought my old ... I was just a purrete I was in grade 5). Of course, every time I sang the track, did some of my thinking about puppy love ...
La Pachanga - Vilma Palma e Vampiros: Theme partying if there were. This issue was a classic when I was in Grade 7 and always dancing in the club GEVP (gym y Esgrima de Villa del Parque). That's where I met my first girlfriend. Sui Generis
- 20 hits: 4 th year of high school. That year was where I woke up the creative side and leaned over to side of music. He even gave me for writing! (In another "post" I'll tell you a bit more ...). One of the best years of my life. And yes, it was a fucking hippie ... Eiti
Leda - Seru Giran: Pain. It is the only memory I bring this subject. A broken heart again. 1998. Also, one of the best songs I heard in my life. The subject says something like "Far, far from home, I have nobody to accompany me to see the morning ..."
Unchained Melody - Righteous Brothers: In addition to the song of one of the first movies I saw (even one of the first scenes "intimate"), I dedicated this song for Valentine's Day. "I am hunger for your touch ... "he says.
I saw when I spent - José Luis" El Puma "Rodríguez: TE-MA-ZO. Too bad they sang it to Sergio Goycochea, this time the glorious Academy Racing Club Avellaneda lost 6-0 against Boca ...
Decile That I Want - The Sultans: This theme reminds me of my time as a singer. Our group did a cover of this issue, which left me almost perfect. A superb performance. "strolled Santa Fe together, but I know he will deceive me. "Great!

Surely this is just a sample of the songs I like. Of course, I also had times where other kinds of music listening. To tell Indeed, I spent almost by all musical genres have or might have. To give you an idea, one day I was listening to a disc of golden cap that belonged to Deró DJ, and the other, singing "I Want to Be Sedated" by The Ramones. What are you going to do ...
Well, let his favorite themes in the comments. And please, do not make the "hard" or "Metalheads" ... arpovechen that Internet is a quasi-anonymous communication

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During several years of my life, I've been writing some things that I have forgotten this time around. Clearly, it was not very good at it (to me, particularly and generally, I liked what I wrote). Until one day ... Poof! The inspiration disappeared. I spent much time reflecting, trying to find a reason for this sudden "freezing." I have several theories or conclusions that I arrived, but the strongest is my mood. In general, my mood is happy, without much concern for things cotideanas or problems you may encounter on a daily basis. However, in my time of greatest literary production, had other feelings surrounding. Could say it was a kind of melancholy, sadness of the soul, but he was always balanced with my constant happiness. That was apparently the only way I had to write. The words came alone. There were thousands of thoughts that came to my mind, one after another ... like minds seek an outlet to speak.
I've lost a little in the habit of sitting alone with me, but little by little I'm getting. Part of the idea of \u200b\u200bthis blosssssss is that ... Starting to get the artist that you have inside (mmm, that is similar to what I said propaganda, no?). In fact, it is also a ground wire. One way to stop the gush of thoughts I have at this time.
I know many people who likes to write. I do not know if everyone will do the same. There are many examples of people who became famous writing but whose lives were quite stormy. For me, it is clear that there is a relationship between the experiences of each and the "vocation" for writing.
I look forward to showing you some of what I write at some point. But it also gives me little bit, so I think it will have to bank. Heard? Ban-quen-se-la! Mr and Miss
. see you in the next post. Hasta la vista!

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The Art of Writing Women and Sport

Many of you may ask (and some have done) why I stopped writing in this space. Well, the reality is that we never stopped doing it. Simply, this time there was a small discrepancy with my "editor" and that made the publication is delayed. Nothing more than that. Above all things, I want to clarify that there was no class censorship to me or to this content.
The issue that brings us here today are women, although this is not the only term used to refer to these creatures so special. This depends on the issue we are referring. If we were talking about their physical appearance could call mine, mignon, chocolate, dog, bug, cute, etc.. As for the relationship we have with them we could hear stuff like girlfriend, wife, life, little thing, cucuruchito, dulce de leche, crazy, hysterical and other things that are not reproducible.
There is something that has me intrigued and that is the hatred women have for sports. I wonder, if there a historian in this hearing, if there was any point in the past in which the sport has abused females. Perhaps that way could get to explain that hatred.
illustrative purposes only, I'll put some examples of conversations between men and women talking about sports. But do not think everything is so easy in life. The women, though often not enough, are people with some intelligence and their responses vary according primarily to the link they have with the victim and the time it takes the link

Example 1: Boy in the middle stage of "lift "

H: I would say go for a drink on Sunday, but I have a game football that I can not miss
M: Do not worry. I love men who play sports and go back home sweaty. Its another wave ...

Example 2: Boy a year of thinking I was going to be happy

M: You could miss the game tomorrow, because it is our anniversary, right?
H: 5 years ago I have been playing every Sunday. Besides I told you I'm going to spend the Sunday with you until I go to the party. And do you know the surprise I have for you tomorrow ...
M: Well, okay. Anda. A re-makes me glad I play, really. It happens that I am a little selfish, but I know that you will do well

Example 3: Boy at 2 years
married
H: What do you think we eat tonight? I have not really wanted to cook today. Ah! I notice that after I did not say anything, next week, and every Sunday for 10 years, I'll play football with the "kids."
M: Make what you want. I do not even mind being here to spend Sunday with me. Besides, do not even have the delicacy of a bath before coming home

Surely, many / as they felt identified / as written the dialogues above. Many times I'm amazed at the stories I hear lies or pre-no-te-voy-a-drop-more-in-the-life-and-you-do-the-life-impossible.
Yet despite all this, one can not help but be attracted to this genre as contradictory and vengeful. I am among those who think like the best of feminists. I really like the idea of \u200b\u200bbeing the keeper of the house, the boys while the "support" of the house (they understand the double meaning, no?) Is killed like a dog laburando 12am. day.
Clearly, there is plenty of material to cut on this issue, so do not be surprised if we return to play.
Before concluding, I want to publicly thank all the comments on the blog and emails (a little weird as that sounds, right? Would be something like e "imeils") I receive daily. People from Chubut, Misiones, Corrientes, Uruguay, El Salvador and other Latin American countries. I can not answer them all but know that I keep in the Deleted folder with lots of affection.
Remember: the more anger we hold, we need more laughter.
Adeus e os mais melhores Desejos all

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By profession, journalist

What a surprise I got the other day to read the definition of the word journalist in Wikipedia . Actually, what caught my attention most was not the definition, but the next paragraph.
Apparently, there are too many journalists to uphold the truth. Today, the daily radio news and opinions are machines. And the worst is that they all boast the best information. There
any number of non-news that may appear in the newspaper, which is then discussed by all of us as if it were true. I often wonder where it came from the blind confidence we have in the information they give us.
An extreme example of journalism is what makes the newspaper / magazine Barcelona. Those guys are fantastic. They not only false, if you do not know what the intention of the magazine, totally credible but also has sections of newspapers 'real' in which to bring out the absurdities that most of the time they are published. To give you an idea of \u200b\u200bwhat I say, I put some examples:
"They spend two retired police dogs sexual harassment "
" The Whole Truth about the dance of the time: 'tap dance' is related to the environment cabarets "
" compensate a beer taster became an alcoholic because: What's happening in the world sommeliers? "

Believe me, these stories are real and have been published by newspapers.

Surely the media are not merely to inform but also to bill and generate revenue. From this it follows that they would almost (?) anything to sell. As ever took it out on the groups that were a mile a minute on the street and went "wild" traffic lights red (now thankfully no longer make it ... How are you doing? Insurance? But if it does not leave any of it in the newspaper ...) are now engaged in advertising or jumping footballers against any candidate.
I will end with a little of advice is this: stop believing anything you tell us. Whether you come by the newspaper or the best of our friends. The things you always hear and see a partial view of what is reality. One always has the power to believe whatever they want, but know that truth is a die of a thousand faces (faaaaaaah! philosopher I got inside, sorry).
Relax and live life. We talked the next