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LAST CHRISTMAS ... ADI

♪ Last Christmas I Gave You My Heart,
But the very next day,
You Gave it away.
This year, to save me from tears,
I'll give it to someone special ♫

= ')

Merry Christmas!

Stomach Virus Patron Saint

sounds the alarm. New tlalocphone
tells me I should get up. It's 5 am. My mother is multiplied by a thousand and iron a shirt that I use. I say give me ten minutes to wake up. When I do I'm still a Volkswagen Sedan that needs minutes to advance to "warm." Cold water scares me a little less sleep and when I realized I'm all covered with soap. Right out of the shower my mom and have breakfast, I can not lose right away because there is still a shave and get dressed. The first food of the day is a delight that sometimes gives me time to enjoy peace and tranquility. Suddenly it's already 6:15, time to go. All violate the flight knowing that I may be late.

Camino, music and dreams. Just
lighting is faced with the darkness of the night. English music of three decades on the road with me having a speaker and shoehorn. Mexican radio and sucks but at least this time it is a little bearable, is a fellow who talks about new classics, a bird of a thousand voices that you can recognize Mick Jagger, Freddie Mercury, Billy Joel and many more. I break my own rules and close my eyes trying to recover the rest lost. Opening my eyes I'm in various stages of the road: Central Avenue. Bosques de Aragón, Canal del Norte, Paseo de la Reforma. Upon reaching the preferred avenue of Don Porfirio, I want the traffic is fluid: 50% of my success in being on time depends on it. Magnolias and Buenavista always an option when you can not easily reach the metro Hidalgo. Most of the time arrival there, I say goodbye to my father who still has a coach more and I follow my journey.

Grandote. Rapidote. Segurote.
Chava Flores's spirit is forever permeated the underground line 2, as well as Rockdrigo in the 3 and the bottle of sherry 1. Perceive one of the major intersections of the city in the same way that the singer 40 years ago. Sometimes very busy, sometimes quiet. My way to Bullfighting (unofficial name of the station Cuatro Caminos-icon representing a dome that no longer exists-) is rather quiet. Sometimes standing, sometimes sitting. The masses descend on San Cosme, Normal, Cuitlahuac and Tacuba. The Terminal always greets me with music I like, until I paused to tlalocpod and limit myself to hear what the subway is for me personally and saying goodbye to your server. This is the calm before the storm. Escape

Toreo. Here's
the other 50% of success. Is the random, anything can happen here, since there are no vans available to transport all go at once and therefore no one can leave the location, there are many people waiting to enter a transport, the time to spare shattering ... or just nothing happens and you go out towards Interlomas (my workplace). Thing apart is the traffic in three areas: Mexico-Tacuba, Military Engineers, Conscripto Avenue (on fire in Fourquare the "@ Puto Toreo Traffic"). Depending on the traffic flow through these three directions is in harmony right to do an hour. Never missing obese person occupying two seats and makes you inadvertently checkered life, or the fool who sings alone and cut the nails on the road or the driver who puts unbearable Facundo and company as insane screaming into the microphone. If I do well I get from 8:30 to 8:50. If everything goes wrong I will delay and the three-hour walk will have been in vain. *************



Anyway, it's bedtime (to make all this DuckTales again), but, as in football and in any round trip, there Around , so expect to post very soon (or when you have time / desire as now). Finally, today is the birthday of my girlfriend Diana : Happy birthday, honey! I love you and thanks for continuing on this journey with me. Besos.

See you in the future.

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Things change too fast at the moment, not enough time to digest each amendment at a time. A few days ago I signed the new contract (some people still think that I'm out of work, lol) and everything is normal with the girlfriend (Diana has been very nice these days). The days pass like dreams, which wake up and I'm on one side, back to sleep and wake up in another. I have barely time to rest and very little to write mine, but I want more this empty space and in these few minutes before I feed out My blog of letters, because they needed. Gerson premieres

phone. Yes, there is a new tlalocphone on stage. Nokia repair I would more or less the same thing as I bought my LG GW620, a phone that is not the great wonder but has physical qwerty keyboard, a 5 megapixel camera, android operating system (the basic, 1.5), WiFi and synchronize your data with your Google calendar. I'm happy, I need more on a phone, and in the future there will be time for an iPhone last date. Meanwhile I'm not complaining! =) I have yet

good things in mind and little time to execute. Now I understand all that time I wasted depressed when I could have advanced in writing or to learn more things and now I have to have a space for all of them without losing my sanity, my girlfriend has become my anchor for things not working, your kisses make me forget everything and our brief moments together are lapses where the kill time distances do not matter at all.

I am happy. I've been a little sick of the throat but I was surprised by the effectiveness of apple and cinnamon tea, paracetamol and dextrometrofano. The cough has not attacked as usual and Prevention has saved me from going to the doctor. Except for the days when we had to say goodbye to colleagues who have decided to take another direction, everything concentration was laughter and good vibes with my teammates. I work hard to come early, meet the goals that I have encountered and overcome the dream that always comes after eating.

The heart is not deceiving him and the unconscious knows. There are still things I need to overcome in the meantime, today is film, food out, alcohol and kisses: I'm living good times. I wish you a great weekend, I hope so mine.

See you in the future.

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BIG TIME LOVE KISSING A

-What?
"I want to kiss ...

I met last week at the gig of informers in Rome. Good conversation, good vibes and a very strong character. It all happened so fast, at least I realized we had embraced finished listening to the music and giving me your phone before you leave. We had kissed and I had promised to call her. She did not believe me.

the week I added the Messenger, I added a Twitter and we were sending SMS messages. She is busy between school and work, me with my work and they the distances I have to time just vanishes. She says we are very similar. I say that there are also things that will crash. She reluctantly said that kiss well. I was in my palate memory of his kisses mixed with beer during the week. She no longer remember what he told me that Saturday, I want something formal, I my answer: I know.

One of the things I like about her is that she loves football, I would say that in the same way as me. Going to the Cougars (defect should have) and Wednesday's game sent me messages when the university made the first goal. Believer in karma as I am, I did not answer the messages and I'm part of the cheek. It's great when you can talk to someone from one of your passions and she is paid, but the destination has put our teams in the league.

How he had promised, the weekend we see each other again (which does not believe me). Alameda went to Starbucks (because they also love coffee) and talked, trying to know better. We had finished our respective frappés when I suggested going to watch the game to a place. Fifteen minutes later we were in the other river drinking beer and just saw the screen of the bar I happened to see that Cruz Azul was losing by one goal. While she was excited about seeing more dangerous play of the Cougars in every bottle I drank my concern that everything bad that could happen to a team happened: not having the ball in any period of the match: goal in the opening minutes injured players expulsion of another and a hand that ultimately decided the outcome. Should have seen the exuberance with which she held that criminal who became a goal, as I have been celebrating!

At halftime I looked in front and asked if I wanted to walk with me. I said yes.

the end, the court Pumas erased the overall leader. The college bar full of fans celebrating a championship win and I was with his face twisted. It's amazing that I found comfort in his arms, kissed me again and again. Each time he did not feel so badly disappointed by the defeat in football. Of course I made jokes and perhaps will doing until Wednesday or Thursday, but could better withstand the cheek. I said goodbye to her on the subway, I had to leave early because there is no transport late at night where you live: been there, done that. In a post I wrote that will do everything possible to work, just a few hours ago I saw it and I promised that I would. Just and we are aware, both do not know what we come across in following days.

Thank God I have a job and girlfriend. I do not know what I did to that things have changed dramatically in my life, but enjoy it while it lasts as much as possible.

See you in the future.

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PUMA IS NOT ... EAT HERE

Amarte

no small feat. It is not something you can easily say that you can express to someone else. It is an occurrence in a night of drinking, is not something to be written without the recipient. There are words written myself. It is a disease that is cured with pills or condition that slows with alcohol. Love is not just want your body, not all day imagining your smile or guess your thoughts at night. Is not singing at night in the middle of the street. It is pouring honey and speak to everyone. Nor is believing see in the faces of women who cross my path. It is a speech made no mere cliché talent. Not the moon, be inert to many asked to witness and accomplice. Love is dream of you every night, not to find joy in the sound of your voice, not to be cheesy. Not waiting on the phone, instant messenger or much less the sight of your picture. Love is not repressed subconscious desire is not to draw with their eyes the contours of your legs and the warmth of your breasts. They are not hasty conclusions of a fleeting moment. Love is not to stop loving myself, not to be omniscient to monitor your steps, not unjustified jealousy or a bilateral contract for the property. Not a random day in April or a leap year. Love is not desire or intermittent burning fire, it is a loaded gun or a credit card for the soul, not can be purchased as a magazine or contain a pop song. Not least six letters and the composition of two words. Love is not what I appear, not what everyone can see, not condemnation, curse or burden filthy. No lie, not bias, speed, trifle or confusion. For nothing is coincidence or a game of chance the love.

try to explain it and I can not. I do not know the destination that you always set me apart and lie to myself. I know that I have opportunities to you, I never have seen that and writing to reach you in vain. There you will read this and not recognize yourself in the picture. I wrote the first paragraph from my iPod while headed back home. I did not think, I do not think when it comes to you. Perhaps only the complex:



See you in the future.

Rules To Frustration By Mb

On Friday night I was assaulted on public transport at night, back home.

quickly rose to the truck was full, carried weapons and went to each site to steal cell phones and money. I only stole wool. To a fool who did not want to drop your phone will hit. Dropped rapidly. That's how fast life changes. In a moment you and the next the wind takes it all. Everything changes and sometimes we are not prepared for what is no longer the same.

fears as I keep enough to load another. I will not say that I am far from being so brave because, however, and since the first time they attacked me (BTW, the only time I went to PT) quino promised me would be afraid and if I could, try to maintain sanity in this difficult time.

that thought I'm alive and I have taken consolation while my bowels are consumed by anger. I try to keep peace and I thank God. I appreciate life even though sometimes I would like the peace of the graveyard. I try to see life as an advantage and would make impossible things like Saturday, where I take my time and I managed to make many things in a very short time.

still some things never change in my life. I hope that with the same speed with which those robbers came and took things, so the changes can happen. If there is still some justice in this world I guess that things should happen that way. While I do my part to change things, I can only hope and have faith. That same Friday

recall that Jumbo. So I feel right now. Despite missing or things are not how I want is my hope that the circumstance may be varied at any time because I am alive and still here:



See you in the future.

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, Twitter, LOVE THE RELAX MODE

During this year I have gained weight. That always brings consequences to the body and dress. The sizes go up, increases fatigue and physical activity is lacking. During this month I avoided the soda and tortillas, as my hours covered and took a liter of water. I have not seen results at this time and I dislike, and that means buying new clothes, I have much that is in good condition and I would not want to leave because they no longer fit me.

But how rich is to eat! I love him, is a pleasure that has come to replace many others in my life. A meal does not have to go begging or closer timidly delight the palate with every bite, you feel how all that well into your body, you feel the texture, taste, smell and the more flavorful it is more enjoyable. How I hated, do not go for a burger or quesadillas at lunch. Over the weekend I like drinking soda and tortillas, eating greasy food and sweets. I feel free of that exile live feed every five days.

Among other things, at last twitter ignored me and sent me an email asking if everything was fine. And rewrote them my problem. I hope to return to my account soon, because that's where I feel so comfortable. Perhaps deleting my back end to endless contacts that do not add anything. If I learned anything from my new account is that you do not need to follow more than 900 to have a pleasant and healthy timeline. When unfollow give back half of what I have, anyway sometimes not answer a greeting, or you continue the conversation when you do. Without wishing to become dispensable. With the absence of my mind I also began to regain a taste for twitter, but just answer me, just read or ignore me. Still

twitter strange that two or three years ago, when things were less complicated and we were just a bunch of guys who did not want twittstars, make the beard of the stars or ask follow. Where you saw that to your time line with a smile, were planning the weekend for the pleasure of companionship. Above all, I miss the person I fell in love at that time.

is impossible not to find a picture of him not wanting in social networks. I remembered why I had caught my attention. I love your way of being, it drives me crazy. I remember those sleepless times, night of confessions, I said anything but I was captivated. Today it is beyond my reach, I think walking with someone. Eludes me when I call out. Sometimes I feel I did not say that I liked at the time, when I did not notice was that I fell in love, never saw it coming. Today I have to keep going, trying to overcome something that has never was.

And the title, yes, last Sunday saw Eat, Pray, Love , based on the book by Elizabeth Gilbert, starring Julia Roberts and directed by Ryan Murphy, writer, producer and director of shows like Nip / Tuck and Glee. Good movie but you'll note the "newbie" to the director at the end because it solves the conflict very fast, but it is memorable scene. It is a book / movie you can not stop checking. Here is the trailer for those who have not seen:



I'm also planning my trip ... =)

See you in the future.

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There are times when fear invades me.

was easy to ask my then girlfriend that I read the hand and explain to me the future. Yet fear is not going: If I learned anything is that the future is always ambiguous, it is never accurate and has no control. Life is more like a car at high speed without wheel and brake failure. The stress caused me know, so much that I owe my colitis. Some things are out of your hands and will inevitably affect what is within your reach.

My work is a challenge every day and when it started to become a more difficult I felt dread. I immediately thought in this blog. Are my own lyrics, which I Like, the blog of my life. For six years I searched for questions and answers. I never wanted to be a star or someone known for what I write in my blog. Nor did I make this a challenge to promote campaigns to meet expectations of someone or to gain fame. Do something that I am not used because of fear, the commitment becomes fun and you feel like a fish out of water: out of control.

I think that this challenge was the straw that broke the camel. I could not help. The world was absorbed in its dynamics and felt intimidated. The important thing, perhaps most importantly of all, I am not alone. I comfort and guidance in my family, tenderness and firmness. It was what I needed to hear and if maybe it did not change the circumstances, at least I had to vent and feel good at the moment.

must add the uncertainty of the project on which I also moved my fear of not having a job and I'm saturated. But after I felt better support and I had time to think. I have no choice but to keep throwing forward despite the planning of change such as socks. Up early, arriving on time, meeting each thing and keep sending me the joy I've had with the thought that I have work and therefore I can change things in my life.

But, with my half, with the organizational chaos and night with a new game I thought why I'm not enjoying this? Why can not I relax and let things flow, which has what has to last. Meanwhile, I'll take it easy, I'll spend on what you want, clean up my debts and I have fun at the process.

If someone wants to have fun with me the invitation is open, otherwise it will be an excellent way to find out how to change now. =)

See you in the future.

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would This post originally published on another blog, but as it took to publish it and I could not write a word this week, I leave these letters for your consideration:

What is man without passion?

should be compared to an old piece of furniture left by the wayside and useless, a car without gasoline, burned the grass that dies at the end of the day, a satellite that revolves around, just a smothered fire. I have heard from many people who advise to stop or control the passions. I can not imagine a human without them.

not know if it has happened but when I feel a passion, I can feel my blood boil. A euphoria that is not the product of any drug up my chest. I get good automatically. The world is sweetened by a sugar that only you perceive, is food for your soul, comfort for the monotonous life and generates the best existing emotions.

The passions, like everything inherent in man, are subjective. I like to think I share mine with several people, often I'm not alone. There are others who do not share with the people I know, but does not mean you do not recognize (even to admire) that are capable of expressing her joy, even if it is something morally controversial.

One of the first times that I felt increased my bloodstream when I read a good story. As a good fan I know every detail of that comic that I read at age 8. The story was called "The Fate of the Phoenix": The plot was exciting, the picture was perfect and the ending is shocking. Then I read Watchmen by Alan Moore, Spider-Man was written in 2001, The Invisibles by Grant Morrison, Matt Fraction Iron Man and so many stories I've read that have the same result: me want to jump from his chair and scream like mad .

think beyond the pictures, the stories are those that ended up drawing me. Stories like good novels, television series or movies. Soil feed both of them that I learn dialogue, I identify with the characters and feel as a viewer / reader as if he were eating a tasty meal every time I approach these types of entertainment, is an immense pleasure. Other passions

not hit me at the moment until it just became indispensable, like football. I became a fan of the sport at age 11, before that did not know, did not understand, not even practiced. Everything changed one year before the World 94. I saw many games, I became a fan of my beloved team (Cruz Azul), and then wanted to know more, such as strategies, names of players and clubs and the history of the world's most beautiful sport.

other passions have always been, as my craving for knowledge and music. The sounds and silences in various rhythms have been in every stage of my life are the perfect catalyst for my emotions, background noise for me to walk, a faithful witness of times lived and not lived. Unleash my voice and sing drives. A good song can be empowering for me and never leave my mind. I like many genres and almost do not do the ugly thing. I just need to know how to dance to enjoy the musical experience as it should.

So much of what we could tell at this time, so I raised as women, sex, beer, new technologies, eating, walking long distances, flying ... Or of the specifics of each point made. I would not end, especially since one of my passions is writing, fill me, covers my limitations relate to people, allows me to express things that are impossible or voice would be unfeasible. Maybe that's why I decided to devote myself to writing life. Sometimes I feel like the letters gave me wings and encouraged me to fly.

See you in the future.

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OTHER PASSIONS WEEK FIRST WEEK

Another week goes fast, including sleeplessness, public transportation and food in tupperware. There I

at work, adapting each time. Not much to write about it. Maybe it's that strange do more for my blog. In my spare time I write in my notebooks when it comes to me a good idea. For the last time I'll do a project, and I begin to transcribe books soon. I need a dream to burn. Yesterday I invited

to a party and not think twice: it was the pedagogical he had waited a long time: it would have been ideal had been people he knew. Pedísimo finished with a hat cabaret snoozing my companion and I managed the miracle to come home safe. A party with good music and alcohol is food to mood, although the body still hurts, jejejeje.

Anyway, this week is two weeks. We have to do casting forward to life (it feels good to say that) because there are still many things to change. Thanks to those who still go through here. At least I hope to do a post a week or weekend to allow more overtaking.

See you in the future.

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was Monday morning, was nervous and sleepless, in some hours would have to get up early because it was my first day at work.

again returned to the family pilgrimage to their respective workplaces. Together, listening to English success in the 80's while the blue car is leaving us all to our destination, this time mine was uncertain. Although I was vaguely explained what was going to work, I felt a little fear that there were things that do not exceed. Swallowed hard and moved the school to the sides to try to relax, praying that the traffic does not make me late and thus give a bad printing.

all settled. I arrived 15 minutes early, I went immediately to the dynamics, not higher pressures. I was not convinced and thought that my quiet would not last. The first day I went to a mall and ate only a couple of gringo meat with salt pastor knew me and only reluctantly did drink palatable. I ended up exhausted at night, not turned on the computer and fell asleep at 10 pm.

The second day was an ordeal for everyone, there was a heavy atmosphere and everyone was tense. This time he brought food to heat. I had vowed not to eat tortillas and drink to lose some weight. I went with my friends working to make them talk and not return to desolate mall last time. I am a bit shy on Coexistence and talked very little with colleagues with whom I went back to the metro. I did not want to imagine that the other days were like that, that thought kept me restless night until after I said I will give my best effort to do things well and then there will be time to relax.

And it was. I finished my work early, struggling in tasks that in other times would not. He had not disappoint those who had recommended me and trusted me and had to prove he could. That day was the best of the week. I was relaxed and even gave me the luxury of using twitter between breaks to kill the minutes that he was not busy.

On Thursday when I went to my Twitter account there were problems: since that day I can not read my timeline on the account @ tlalocman, while all of them fail replies or DM's, I could not check day-to-day people I follow. That increased my productivity and I ended up again without breaking a sweat. Another problem was the stomach ache (no fault: the first week of work has always sick), that made my day heavy and not left me to sleep.

Friday was half: payday, when the whole road trip worthwhile. After a little confusion with my name, there was no problem getting the money for the first 5 days of work. It was a day where fatigue resented week and never gave up as well. Immediate superiors told me my dynamic for next week and everything changes. I'll get to test and see what I can next week, which promises to be intense.

Thank God I have a job and money. Little by little the wheels of life are moving and I can put up a few things. Until just today I can write on my computer if you fall on the keyboard. Do not sing victory until the referee whistles to indicate the end of the match. What I can do to thank all support me and send me your message wishing the best. Out there are barking dogs but I do not know thanks to the outpouring of support that sweeten my life. I will write often, but not promise much, the job is in applicant. As arranged my account can follow me on twitter @ newtlalocman , where he will update as I can. =)

See you in the future.

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[In Depth: 60 Tigers - 24 Hours]

This is my month.

Thank God, on Monday you may already have a job. I can not believe that there are people who have thought of me right this moment and I will not disappoint. It all happened as a Ray: powerful, fast, without you for a reaction time of consciousness, bright and undeniable, powerful and unstoppable. Before my laziness

circumstances not bowed. It opened so many options that some of them had to hit the target. Some paths are searched and others came to me precisely what is sought is not what has worked. I have not alternative but to let myself go and I think finally I go somewhere, one where the doors are open.

I'm happy since last week and this feeling has remained until now as I write these letters. I do not want my hopes but at least in the coming days there will be major changes. Only I hope to adapt myself to them better than in the past. The good news is that will end the sleepless nights, wasted time, voluntary confinement and idleness. Hopefully the change is not so violent.

dynamics "season" could not start better. Which old political phrase, "much remains to be done, but still working." At least the money reactivate my life in several respects, in others chamba. The sentimental aspect is still pending but I'll let things be given. Yet I must confess that strange days like that. They'll come. Fortunately

people I care about not asking for accounts, or that I warranted. Have a face, name and courage, the rest do not interest me and their opinions will only generate bad karma, are cowards and I can not treat them differently. This is where you thank me sincere people who support me in the best and worst moments. It's great that they are always there with a genuine interest.

It is time to prepare things for tomorrow. I have to get to adapt quickly and learn things that do not master well. Deep breath and I entrust to God hereafter. I want a good start. I try to relax and put that new song with which I have traumatized, is 60 Tigers, who had not paid much attention until a few months with no personality models. However, the song that will not let me in a while is called 24 hours: harmonious, pleasant, and to hear an afternoon bike ride through a park full of autumn colors. I leave here.



Wish me success. I will tell you how I was. =)

See you in the future.

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A GOOD START SEASON SEVEN: Introduction

Hello, I am the producer of this series: We welcome you to this seventh season of Gerson's Blog overseer.

You will see, many things have happened in the life of our main character and all have brought us to this new beginning. Life is not easy and is an issue that knows Gerson. Needs to do to get things afloat. Must assert the things that has happened and getting along with their dreams to start again. Everything has vanished and they have to lay the foundation for things to come.

Let us review the past season: Gerson had been fired from his job and was rehired at the end of the year, just when her best friend comes to visit the country. Here he presents the Venusian calling through that, unexpectedly, agree on a single event. At Christmas, our hero declares to the woman who likes an unorthodox way: with an email. Why not get an answer (So \u200b\u200bamazing) he asked that way.

In February, his parents were involved in a food business, he feels he must help and give up his job in hopes of raising money to go to London. This idea emerged from discussions with Skene, who suggests a trip to meet there and maybe even work. The business does not prosper and the little money he earns is diluted Gerson, rather, is wasted. Affected him too much and discouragement prevailed.

How he said this was the year less prolific in terms of writing. You can save a few things: Nortec concert, the helicopter trip, the meeting twitter the World Cup, winning the contest to be the producer of a podcast and the dream of Strawberry Fields, until we get to August. One of the busiest months in the history of the blog: 16 post, where among all the letters that poured at last be able to conclude the plot of Venusian. Gerson given a late birthday gift and can not tell what he feels. Ends up leaving a dream, decide and not mentioned on the blog and try to move forward.

And there we went black last September was only the old computer monitor and the podcast, which came to an end blunt. The CPU of the computer becomes a charger tlalocpod is huge and thus manages Gerson your digital life. At this stage know how to value the things I had and longed to return to normal things to focus on their projects without excuses. All things broken and lifestyle were the urgency of change, one that seems to have an easy out.

And so to this point. Gerson looking for work while you have the opportunity once again to finish his novel. His love interest is exhausted and does not know what to expect on sentimental grounds, in which deficiency has been handled. His friends are far away, looking for ways to reach out to those who have fallen away and create new links with others. His dreams are in ruins, so they will motivation to look elsewhere. The changes come only depend on the commitment and effort to change his life. You can no longer allow more opportunities and can not be again the luxury of staying on the ground.

What can we expect in Gerson's Blog overseer? The main character will struggle to find a job and keep it even. If successful you will need to make decisions about where to live or whether to keep the promise of the trip to Europe. Gerson finish his novel at the end of the year and send a new one for the consideration of the institute to burning application two years ago. He will know people to make friends and see if one of those may end the streak of more than two years without a dating relationship. Back some characters from past seasons and meet new ones. This year will be a definitive life of the protagonist, so expect many changes, particularly unexpected things that have prepared and developed new guidelines arguments.

Finally, I once again thank the loyal followers of the series, you know who you are. Thank you this is not the last season, as executives once thought by the drop in ratings. So we promise to put all our effort into making this story bigger so that in case it is the last year in transmitting the adventures of Gerson, may be one of the best times for the character. I can only say that I hope the new stories of reflection, friendship, celebration and love in the seventh season of The Blog of Gerson overseer. The producer says goodbye, thank you very much.

See you in the future.

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SIXTH SEASON: OCTOBER ARRIVED

[In Depth: Chico Buarque and MPB4 - Quem Eu Life As Acreditou Na]

The game was not exactly virtuous rival dominated much of the miracle pitch and went ahead to miss defensive flaws (which there were many). One shot out of the area changed everything: a goal, a miracle. That's life: things can change so quickly, in the most unexpected.

With October came my first happiness of one of the loves of childhood. Some day (perhaps the coveted title) tell the deep feeling that causes me the Cruz Azul, a romance that was born from childhood and joy filled my eyes, how on Saturday. Football has taught me to celebrate until the last second. Nothing is forever, even the unfortunate events.

Apart from the sporting event, things have taken a different direction. I woke up with a different mood and went to look for work. I found the first day but sent e-twitter because I saw someone passed the data. Today I reflected that the last work I have achieved through the social networking advertising employment exchanges, RT's and direct messages. I think I'm really hooked on them. Anyway, the point is that I sent my book ... and when I call. The next day had a job interview.

could not wait to tell my parents. It was night and for me it would help me buy a new monitor. That decision was surprising but not missing the opportunity. Not only solved that problem but my dad caught the mood, also bought a screen television. It was a very happy moment that was combined with the news of the interview.

Yesterday I went, I met one of the nicest people in human resources has ever known. The vacancy is for an editorial writer n young but has already gained a presence in the newsstands. We talked about my experience, I spoke with ease and forgot about the nervousness and timidity that characterized me. I was asked to write something about food on one page and I did. I can only hope. Actually wanted to go there is an opportunity to learn and implement what they have learned over the years. The work would be ideal to revive my life and give a direction. And

fast today I am six years with the blog. Things are looking good, but as with football, wait for God and luck follow me until the final whistle. It's too early to tell, but things seem to get better. I still have many problems ahead and work for the future, as I have been saying for days. Thanks to all who have walked by here and show me that I read even though there is no feedback in the post: I am encouraged to continue filling the lyrics here. About

people often come to this humble blog, October also filled me with a smile from across the sea. My friend gave me Skene of his post with a picture of those happy years in which the city crumbled Wow, how strange! She certainly is part of the reality of my life, whether near or far, hopefully soon grant me to see her again.

close this cycle with a song that I was in the days that had no monitor. Talk about life changes, it's not all gloom and that if one is steadfast in its spirit, joy returns unexpectedly. Hope you like it.



Next: Seventh Season .

See you in the future. =)

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WHO WANTS TO SING LIKE

[In Depth: Chico Buarque - Ole Ola]

As mentioned in the second email I sent today, life is a journey in pursuit of circles, going from one to another and if we stay in one, do not grow.

life also is full of omissions. Omit actions for fear, for convenience, because we do not really change. By default we can also get in those circles that both mentioned. Today I realized that I left no one and I've had to leave another. All is change: good, bad, full of satisfaction or a sticky spot of sadness and disappointment. Today was not a good day for me. Lately

not let me vent. But today I wanted to mourn, grieve and emptied until it fell into a deep sleep, but life does not let me. I laughed at jokes published, plans radio, talks trying to get on the mood, good post from my feeds and a sound message from the old continent of my best friend. How not to get carried away by this natural force, current buenaondita that fills me and drags me to better pastures, oblivious to my will but not harmful.

Memory paints beautiful pictures at a time when you need it most. In recent days I remembered one of my favorite songs: Ole Olá Chico Buarque. It is a lilting melody that exudes the warmth of the Amazonian vegetation, achieving returned percussion beats a sincere and unpretentious voice and lyrics, which is why I show my taste and delight, tears invited to leave a time and get to dance. There can be no better song to illustrate what I feel at this time.

This song was discovered by the service called Pandora, which creates playlists with music similar to an artist. Thus it was discovered five years ago at Chico Buarque and several of his songs. Later the service was restricted by issues (absurd) of copyright that changes by the laws of each country, but the music stayed with me. I looked over and I found a great Zeca Pagodinho version with the vocal ensemble MPB-4. Curiously, this video has a rudimentary translation. But in this post I had the help of someone who loves a lot of Brazilian culture and helped me translate the song. Thanks @ Trasherized estimated. =)

One of the phrases that I like and that no doubt we can all learn (I vouch for her on this day): "Life is good for those who want to sing." Today I sang y en una thrills me that life takes different sus rumba, y cierra opening rounds, we Recuerda que la amistad y el amor están ahí present to us y nosotros también las recuerden y let us remember that this life en un poco opaque haya bad light.



Chico Buarque - Ole, Hello

Do not cry yet, I have a guitar
And we'll sing
Happiness can go here and listen
And if it's samba want to stay

Your priest rings the bell is for everyone to know
That night a child, that child is the samba
That pain is so old it can die
Olê, ole, ole, hello

has plenty of samba, who knows sambar
That between the wheel, showing the swing
But watch out, not worth crying
Do not cry yet, I have a reason
For you not to cry
Amiga Forgive me if I insist on nothing
But life is good for those who sing
My pine, play strong What is everybody agree
Do not talk of life, or talk of death
pity the girl has not let cry
Olê, ole, ole, hello

samba has left, who knows sambar
That between the wheel, showing the swing
But watch out, not worth crying

Do not cry yet, I have the impression
samba That's coming is a
samba so huge that I sometimes think
What time itself will stop to listen
Moonlight, wait a little, that is to be able to get my samba
I know that the guitar is weak, is hoarse
But my voice did not tire of calling
Olê, ole, ole, hello

has samba to spare, no one wants sambar
who are no longer sing, nor is there more room
The sun came before the samba get
Passersby do not care, it'll work
And you, my friend, can now cry

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not cry I have a guitar yet
And we will sing happy here
can go and hear
if she would want to stay Samba has

Father, rings the bell for all the world know
That night is young, that samba is a child
That pain is so old he may die
Ole Ole Ole olah

There samba to spare, who knows sambar
entering the conference, showing his dancing
But careful, do not mourn it


Do not cry yet I have a reason not to mourn
Amiga, so forgive me if I insist
But life is good for anyone who wants to sing
My viola plays hard to wake everyone
not talk about life or talk about the death penalty
Ten of the girl, do not let
mourn Ole Ole Ole olah

There samba to spare, who knows sambar
entering the conference, showing his dancing
But great care not mourn it

not cry yet I have the impression that
That samba is there is a samba
so immense that sometimes I think
What time itself will stop to hear
lunar light, wait a bit
For my samba can get
I know that the guitar is weak and hoarse
But my voice does not tire of calling
Ole Ole Ole olah

There samba to spare, no one wants sambar
No more who sing or no more room
The sun came before the samba came
Who goes or looks, and will work
And you, my friend, I can mourn

I sing and thus wait what fate put me in front. No more gaps and no more tears. September to date, there has been so disastrous and it seems that things may improve soon. Life is good after all, ole wave. =)

See you in the future.

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MEXICAN

Every year is different. The festivities become something that assume automatic and increasingly less what we celebrate and above all, why we do it.

what you record a child's behavior: the day when Father Hidalgo gave a cry that rose to a discontented people in arms, a action that would mean 10 years later the birth of Mexico. But it is celebrated as the beginning of the fight that the end of it. Beginnings are always celebrated, but never finishes.

has always been like a sort of "Mexican Day" where we do our patriotic colors and paint with them in the city. It stands on the mast the flag, be Mexican to become a rallying cry but do not know where are the "centers." Eat more than the national food and maybe some do break the diet and this day a patriotic Christmas, with its own customs and traditions, evoking the mariachi and bolero, regional dance and singing reprensentativo. The streets are filled screams and explosions, broken glass, the smell of alcohol and gunpowder.

Many say they feel proud of being Mexican, a few (it any) advantage to get open and say that is celebrating nacos. Others put forward the criticism and ensure that there is nothing to celebrate and countless mass just go with the flow, taking advantage of in the coming days will not have to go to work. But one thing is certain: this day can not be ignored.

Last year I wrote a post that there was nothing to celebrate, taking into account the situation of the country which is still pitiful 365 days after these words. I say this because everywhere has been taken as spot advertising celebrate freedom, as if a cry would have been sufficient to free from English rule, as if a celebration was enough to forget the problems we face. But taking into account the customs Porfirian accentuated since time is proud to demonstrate that he is Mexican, not just a date or bicentennial commemorations, but for love, because one is dust of earth, fruit of the nation (in most cases) your parents, your siblings, your family, your friends and your environment, in light of your eyes in the morning, the air we breathe, the food you eat ... All within an area of \u200b\u200bthe world.

A history you can not honor other than remembering. That exalt
myths as we were taught in elementary school. I greet the Jesuit priest who longed
the return of their former monarch, the leaders of the insurgent movement
wanted to assert their birthright to rule, the first ideal of the Americas that ended up being a faithful servant to his nation, which preferred to their country before their blood, which negotiated with a hug the independence of a country seeking to be the future king, who instituted the first ideals for which we now use the adjective, not Aztec, not English; but Mexican.

For the story that this commemoration covers, I can not put aside my pride and say all it means carrying my citizenship. Now, thanks to the generosity of my country, we have been enriched with many people from other countries as diverse and therefore the population is no longer a mixture of only two races and their cultures, in spite of all this, I think it's worth nationality more that unites us: that first of all, be Mexican is what we said our feet on the ground, our center of gravity.

In my case, I have no foreign relatives. I'm Mexican in every atom of my being and recognize one of mine feels the same passion for my country regardless of who is father or grandfather. Although I have taste of
other lands, I keep opting for the best of my culture, its diversity of representations, makes my blood grass how Mexico is expressed, it fills me with immense joy to my heart drunk.

Although the situations of some people abusing the powers and authorities of entrenched attitudes that drag us into the mud, medium and conformism efforts, not to recognize the greatness that surrounds us, here we are, ready to celebrate shouting the name of Mexico, to celebrate it as if it were his birthday
. We like the myth of Tezcatlipoca: the smoking mirror, not recognizing her reflection, as if the void stares back at you. But today, as at any party, none of that matters, because that way we are even closer to recognizing what we truly are, to dress identity: symbols unite us today more than ever.

Today is the Bicentennial (though history says that tomorrow strict) but to me it is the feeling of others' days .... " Being Mexican is an everyday thing unless you want to swear by another country. Perhaps this single date, this historical moment in which we live, is a good excuse to also have a night out, to reassess the love for us. Sometimes I think I do not teach future generations to love this country and this could be a good time to start. Take a breath and inflate my chest thinking that maybe my reasons can be read and perhaps encourage a fellow to think about theirs. I am content with that. =)

I'm not a spoilsport, so I will enjoy the feeling, although it is not necessary to show my pride celebration in one sentence: I'm Mexican.

Viva Mexico!

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TOS

I think the devil you know what I want and am happy I can not be showing lineage. Tested

oven suffering berrichudo exaggerated, with the broken world. Charly García in situations like mine would say "is just a slump." Today monitor and did not respond to knocks and finally stopped working. All that remains is the tlalocpod me to walk around here, we already had mentioned. Also I miss the physical keyboard and the corrector / predictive text is a double-edged sword, which better be careful to not lean inconsistencies. Only

words are all I have left over. Often meaningless and aimless. Out as a cough and sometimes the mouth is not enough to contain the noise. I just hope the opportunity to change the circumstances. It hurts to see the target as they are now. Now more than ever I want to live with eyes closed, so it's easier.

changing climate goes, I hope not sick, as it is of things I hate most. The plant appears as insomnia, with all complaints included. The morning goes smoothly, the street parties are over, the drunks show up, the guard makes his rounds and truths can not be covered up.

See you in the future.

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RAIN OUT THERE AND ALL THAT BLUES

early morning rains away from home. Sometimes we do not know when it stopped because the water runs off in drops. I wanted to write for no apparent reason, aimlessly, with no final destination.

do not know where destiny takes me, sometimes I feel that I control, just know that I write. Do it to death, until quench the thirst of all, to find meaning to each drop of rain that I hear in the morning and reminds me that I have insomnia. Sometimes I enjoy the simple and sometimes I forget, I want to exploit others and some more back to me to start again.

did not rain all day away from home. Twitter heard by the amazing stories of hail in the City, including several people on Twitter were up photographs that exemplified the amount of water that fell there. Pod a moment I thanked the security of the cave. Surely the city was chaotic soup. They too would be equally surprised. I do not like the rain but I love to see how it happens from a window.

Write me calm. I feel like a boxer who beats up csnsarse costal announcement. I do not know how many times I compare it to boxing, I shadow, I move with agility, every click is a jab, a hook, a straight shot. Elusive my ego and plan the next combo of punches. I watch Rocky II, this movie is me, in many occasions, inspiring. The Italian Stallion fight against everything, even against himself, to succeed. A great story and great character, both always underestimated by the vox populi.

Right now there is no one to talk, rather than oneself. So I come here, like a bar to drink a chela with the friend who will listen (and then give you a good sermon) and to which you can tell everything. Ah! How I need some good drinks and company. I'd like to meet Garibaldi, I've never gone and as I want to go messing around there, to empty all that is required in alcohol and songs.

It appears that fateful announcement of 20% of energy to this gadget. As I finish this post. And I think it is becoming a habit to come here with the tlalocpod to leave a few words around here, when no one is to read, when I have peace enough to drop words like bullets into the soul invisible targets. Indeed, the fate of mammon walks and loves make theirs with my feelings, the bastard.

See you in the future.

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People like the blues but not the writings sad.

If I remember correctly, the blues was born as a natural expression of black American slaves who expressed the pain of life without parole. Later, the pain reflected the inequalities of race to finish in the deepest pain of the human being as loneliness, indifference and lack of opportunities. The music was simple, but with words and music gave the foundation for most modern tunes such as rock, pop, reggae and more. The art was a good outlet for the vexations of life, so that he became somewhat higher.

I think my blues is different. A Throughout these years, only managed to tire the people who felt entitled to tell me how to live my life. Whereas now I'm alone, life had just changed to reach the same lugar.Veo irreversibly so many people, exceptional people with similar tastes, those who learn and share. I would like to be your buddy. Some think me a fool. Others did not know I exist and some others underestimate me.

People would prefer the blues. The people sing, you learn the names of those who play (some became legends). A catalog of berrinchudo me, I always write the same thing, written as if interested my life but for some unknown reason, prompted them to judge me. I had to learn music and put this into a song.

Everybody loves the blues, not to write of sadness. I do not know how Werther was so popular, so read. In fact I do not know why the world is unhappy and why all people lie to say that they have what you want. In fact the world is a place of joy in which I am not invited. All successful people deserve a voice and not that we lose every time. The blues speaks to lose, not to be, surprisingly, to howl at the moon ... And yet achieves greater grace.

To me, that I also love the blues or melancholy ballad tinged with relief serves me, feeds my soul and if I'm not in that sense I can understand and ignore it, but do not despise the tune or the person who plays / composes. I'm sorry to disappoint those who expected something from me and have not yet seen. I'm not here to please. Perhaps the blues I can give you are not here, is a unique genre.

Today I just wanted to take the iPod and write until he felt strong tingling in my hands. I wanted to hear the false click find some peace in the chaos. Forget (if possible) what has me wrong. Between these letters also sought a refuge, a possible and correct response. Satisfy a need known. Seek relief for ailments of the soul. Critíquenme if you will, say that I have no remedy and comparenme with their excellent lives. Others do not look at me with pity. Know that I write with all honesty that I have, without false poses no spectral triumphalism, with doom in his left hand and truth on the right. I wanted to unleash a little of what I still have.

If I were on the computer, they put a good rola "blues" to encourage the night and close this post (say, to get here had a reward to the ear), but I do not know how to do it from here. I appreciate if you came to this part of me.

See you in the future.

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Hey there. I'm posting from the tlalocpod. The more experience became necessary than pleasant, and neither the new nor the old monitor used.

For this reason, I feel the need to leave most of the activities I usually do around here. I will be very little for the messenger (well, almost no one speaks for me there), I'll post a little less and be on Twitter in lapses.

Now I have to raise money not only for the monitor, but to resolve all outstanding in my life. The balance of decomposed objects now joins the microwave. The situation now is not the best to buy a new one, what kind of money on my part would not hurt.

I also should go a little here. It hit a little hard to ego than a girl you like, not interest. It will be good to leave these parts, I so remember her. I need to overcome the past because these despite not give to go ahead, I've had a hard go. Still looking for ways to forgive.

I want to thank those who come to read my blog. There is only personal items of a guy with long hair and short beard, which has a bad habit to discover as it is without considering the consequences. No jokes, great pictures, amazing stories with famous people, poetry, information technology or politics, much less bullying. This is just me and at least that I feel proud, because has allowed me to meet some of you and the blog, I know.

Anyway, I do not know how long it takes this. I look forward to the extent possible, to start the seventh season and close it. I really want things to be different in my life when I return. Meanwhile, as I said, can find me on Twitter, leave a message on Facebook, or comment here. I really hope to solve this in less than a month. I need computed for many things and monitor further.

See you in the future.

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SEPTEMBER ACTIVITY NOT AGAIN ON LEARNING

less prolific in the year of my life, I had in August of the months in which most post I wrote on this blog.

wanted to make a post before September, as if to anticipate which has been in recent years, the worst month. Three years ago I went through an uncomfortable situation on a blog known for two I got a mail where I refused a scholarship last year near the end of the month I had a day gross, which later would end in failure professional: and the three ended up emotionally destroyed. As in a novel by Carlos Fuentes, September has become a month fateful, tragic black.

I have fear. I think right now my life is worse than these three occasions. All my dreams have fallen and I have no where to me. I try to rebuild my life; but I think it will end before the expansion of lanes on the Mexico-Pachuca (which is time consuming and difficult to finish) I with the foundation's new direction. Sometimes I think maybe because I have nothing to lose, but how well one can tempt fate?

Sometimes it seems a sin to say that one is afraid, as if the world were full of brave and dedicated people, so full of success that they were afraid a minority, an outcast lepers. I remember a practice in college when my class went to Puebla, Atlixco finished in a beautiful and peaceful town, night had fallen. Was with a couple of very beautiful companions and I hardly peeled, we had to go through a street where street lights failed. What was my surprise to see two of them took my arm, explaining that they were afraid because they had been assaulted several times Should I make fun of them because they expressed their fear justified in a situation that was perhaps not safe? At that time I did not, understand them. The donkey was not surly, the clubs did so.

Beyond any fear or superstition, have become the first minutes of September: the month of the bicentennial (and all its festivities agaves) and the season finale of the blog. I discussed this concern in twitter and I received excellent advice: "Face it with eggs. " Yes, I have no choice, I can not sleep for a month until this happens. I have to wake up to face the future as it comes and at least do my part. Psych that the three previous years were a painful accident.

Like last year, only until 30 at 11:59 with 59 seconds I will celebrate ... and I will go big.

See you in the future.

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Nobody told me what it was life.

teach you how to dress, how to tie your shoes, but there are no teachers for all and other things you learn on the fly. Life is, is largely praxis. We are born into a world where there are written rules and unwritten ways of doing things right and wrong. The memory cell does not yet to give a newborn of knowledge that are not instinctive. In short, we come to this world to learn to live in it.

I had the mistake of trying to get open a lot from my parents in adolescence. I wanted to get my own personality and not just an extension of them. Today I realize that did not happen at all. There are many attitudes of them in me and yet I can not help admiring them are better than I though they think otherwise. I admire his courage, his throw, his perseverance and faith. Things did not develop while growing up. Always

I had what I wanted and what is not always replaced it with something else. Never had to work less in school. He did not need courage to take a 10, was as easy as breathing. Read, write, draw, everything is easier for me. I did not know there was a whole "brave new world" that did not belong and that little by little invaded my land. Everything other than the familiar academic or work started to cost me. I focused so much on myself I was not prepared for what was out there.

With this plane of existence full of problems, frustrations and obstacles manifold, can consume you if you do not know what to do. A new world requires new learning. It's bad when can not adapt quickly while there are others who have already made three laps around the block. I admire people who go beyond 50, with a mind full of experiences, ready to overcome difficulties and give advice. Most of them are a human source of wisdom. When I went to Cozumel on the ferry I met an elderly English, born in Manchester. I said I wanted to know his country, and having more experience to take my life better. He just smiled and said, "the get."

Today I see all the things I've lost by not knowing what I have? Assimilate what is lived, as I said at the beginning, that we, in addition to collecting all knowledge, useful or not. I also find the positive side of things, enjoy what is left and use the new experiences to correct future mistakes. Sounds easy but it is not.

Those who have criticized me in the past, all Sabiondo and experienced, have pointed out that I'm missing something or did not do anything ... and they are right. However, in my defense I can say one thing: Nobody told me what it was about life, I learn on the fly. Sometimes slow and others fast. The good thing today is to see that little by little I begin to tread more firmly, for sure I take back my life, I try to put a different attitude to what is put in front of me. There is still much work and little time to do it. Depends on me to change things, make better decisions and "touch the sky," as the dime of "Cadillacs."



See you in the future.

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WOKE UP

[Background: The Rolling Stones - You Can not Always Get What You Want]

In the middle of dinner, engrossed in my thoughts, my mother looked at me and asked me a question:

- Gerson Did you just wake up?

And I was surprised, as if that question twenty I fell, broke out a series of events in mind, a catharsis, a shamanic experience, a revelation from another world. Sitting in a place where a I can see myself in the mirror, just in front of my party as if it were my destiny. Only managed to say:

- Yes

Ten minutes before he opened his eyes and saw what I now understand. The report looked for something in his files and found only this track from the Stones. My eye contact with the world have lost many things I want in these years. I've seen passed as subway cars do not stop at the station. Of the song is a truism that I have accepted and conclusive "can not always get what you want." Just today, only because I need and I need, I will give ten minutes in bed before getting up to try to get what I need.



But if you try Sometimes, You Just Might Find You Get What You Need! ♫ = '(

See you in the future.

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Andrea Jeftanovic

Jeftanovic Andrea was born in Santiago de Chile in 1970. Sociologist at the Catholic University of Chile. He is currently finishing a Ph.D. in American Literature at the University of California, Berkeley. In 1997 did an internship for one semester at the School of Arts, Madrid. In 2000 he published the novel War Scenario, which in 1999 won first place in the literary game Gabriela Mistral and in 2000 the National Council Award for Best Paper published novel. And today has been revenues in Spain by Ediciones Baladí is a fantastic book and worth to dedicate this post.

is no accident that the novel by Andrea Jeftanovic should be entitled War scenario that the structure or acts, or some of its chapters have titles with clear references to the world stage: Function alone, In permanent tour, rehearsal , Backstage or Staging. It is no coincidence because we are in the representation, and mean by representation, mimesis of life or self. Curiously, this is an a posteriori sense, objective, post reading: an analysis, because while you are hidden between the pages of the novel, you have the feeling that there is a stage, rather that voice, that girl, that woman could not even say character, because it is much more real, fills the whole scene. Parliament, his prose, his memories are recorded in our souls, we feel as our own, with no time to gasp, without us relentlessly ... Like a scream in the night we whisper in a dream. Thus, this novel undresses layer by layer, the accumulated hindrance years old, with powder coating lines secret hands that few dare to read. Look back, crumble children, parents weigh, discover, whether or not I was wrong.

"Pain is inevitable, suffering is optional" I read in the last test Haruki Murakami, and think about the character of the father, who chose conviction that suffering, which could not escape from his own childhood. Anchored in a memory, in the face of a clock, the tick-tock that marks the line between innocence and the loss forever of identity. In this jungle of memory, this man built a limited world in which fear about everything known. His daughter, meanwhile, tries to escape, to understand the being that would correspond to inheritance and that his father is buried not entirely successful. She, too, like his father, recalls, ruminating each of the pieces of mirror of his own childhood. Try to do this, try to move forward with loads of blood, to stop the suffering of their own volition.
blood and self-employment as a thread as painful as evocative novel. A hard history, carved on each page by a chisel made of powerful imagery, so beautiful, and sad, accurate and hurtful, which are tearing the pages one by one, line by line, to devise an escape code to outside yourself and get to meet face to face on the stage of life, war, face to face with the characters that have marked the ones that matter, those who love and hate. Those who have pregnant with ourselves, and that is frankly difficult to extricate. Let them go, parirlos or not, to bring them inside to look at life, at last, with different eyes, with their own, although experience has upset us so much that maybe that is virtually impossible, an optical illusion. A blink, and you discover that no one who thought so, but understand why ...

In short, a vivid novel that looks back to look ahead, lost in the eyes frozen on the faces of memory. Poetry between the pages, sonorous voice that emerges from the depths of suffering that wants to quit. The therapy for braid melancholy story you want to sort and count, but the temporal escapes like a wounded animal runs to take refuge in the depths of the earth.
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MONTSE BERNAL

illustrations Montse Bernal are like painted pictures saved in the same shoebox: girls quiet, brave, smiling, they look at you, you lie, you love, you forget ... come to life, to be recorded in your eyes as if they were old acquaintances or pieces yourself. At least I can say that women who give birth or dazzle drawn pages of the novel skin of Josan Hatero sharp.

But Montse Bernal's work, not stay here in the illustrations for which I've discovered. It turns out that her nymphs, his portraits and his strokes have been flying around me for magazines, supplements and publications, but I barely aware of it. You can find them one by one, staring at those who look or who fails to look at them in the move from the pages of the dossier of La Vanguardia, two of Miller's books, magazine Woman or Forbes.

Although much on advertising often works with clients such as Nike, BMW, Camper, Women'Secret or Custo, she says: "Advertising is a field in which I do not feel very comfortable because of the pace of work and demands that entails. My artwork is very elaborate and need time to work on it and feel satisfied with the outcome. " certainly pursuing perfection is the perfection that reach their portraits life.

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