Each stage has a cycle and the cycle of this blog has been fulfilled.
are tod @ s @ s Invite the funeral of this space. 
But do not think so easy to be rid of me.
reason for so beautiful here I passed a somewhat more cheerful invitation, the christening of my new blog ... WordPress now.
currently ... waiting to board the famous Torísimo.
Friends ... the usual, demonstrated in the presence, by phone, mail's, facebook and MSN now ... What to say? I expected no less ... : P
I left legacies ... including a bottle of Cognac, a can with the name of my personal idols and gods ... Madonna, a ring, several CD's, books and of course kissing, although seem to be the last ... tend to be a future recurrence. Greetings
Madrid ... here I come!
PD ... I was not wanting to wanting to ring ... I'm sorry baby, I promise to give it to you in person the next time we meet.
Thousands of kisses are ... for those who deserve it: D
Talking to a friend ... NI TAN good friend, let's put it this way ... a known good . I was, as always walking, thinking a thousand things, talking to herself or singing alone is worse ... or telling jokes and in the latter and I caught several people ... ( Well being honest I was caught laughing at the jokes I tell myself) but I'm not crazy! No. No. No. .. just a little scattered.
Anyway, when I was about to go down the street, I thought I was missing something ... to my luck at that time appeared the "known good" and grabbed my arm preventing me hit by a car. "Your good deed day," he said.
After an unconscious tell me I'm not watching the street before turning and other sermons that I always say, went to tell his routine. Something that has not changed since the last time you saved my vid ... I mean, since the last time we met.
Topics range from, household items and new vegetarian life, a husband, that the work that the country, turned south and Evo's fault ... something like this and ... in that order.
As I said all that, I figured he was leaving his mouth a lot of Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah ... as when I read "Condorito" and laughed right on the part of political talk, then I put a neutral face (for 5 seconds) and still listening ... More Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah ... and I thought I had to do next, or someone remembered me, or the next meal, or if I closed my last coffee session in the internet, up to remember the joke and laugh ... again, sometimes to give me advice, auto-tips like: "Concentrate! Do not be so dispersed that a person is ugly going around the bush ... Speaking of arms "... 
¬ ¬ Anyway, the "known good" told me alarm: NI SA-BES !!!!??. I kept quiet the first two seconds thinking about a "I smell a gizmo and then said: Fit?. Cause if I kept quiet longer the "known good" would suspect that I have mental problems ... and understand that I must hide.
Continuing the post, she told me as if the comment / gossip of the year with total amazement and body language including the following story: She
: Juniorcito ... told us yesterday that one of his friends are openly gay at school ... or the guy is a weirdo. ("Juniorcito" is 10 years old)
Me: yes?! Weirdo? ...
She: Yeah, like at that age are going to define these things?!
Me: Well, look ... because the child was encouraged to declare their orientation, should encourage Juniorcito to declare that he is a vegetarian. Total ... live in Santa Cruz and being a vegetarian is like unusual. (Just what I said to cause: P)
She: No same! In Santa Cruz there are vegetarian and many people are not weirdos.
Me: I do not weirdos, just said unusual ... well you have to recognize that they are a minority. You should be more visible and copy some ideas from the gay community. Could have for example "Day of pride vegetarian , which I! Vegan beauty contests, football tournaments green ... many community activities. Moreover ... until you should marry!
Ella: These crazy!? Is not the same!
Me: Two things: One - There is absolutely nothing wrong Two .- be different and I am NOT crazy.
Then I told him the joke I had told myself at the very moment she appeared and my "known good" way to talk of other topics for the next 4 blocks. In the course she was trying to convince me that the vegetarian lifestyle is the best while I answered him that he could be, but my big problem (or one of them) is that I have definitely a big weakness for the flesh.
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(Jimbo as a kid ... now 3 times bigger, 3 times stronger, slobbering, biting and a thousand times more dear: P)
PD3. I have edited, because the content is used to erase a separate post! : P
One of the many requirements demanded by the Embassy of Spain in Bolivia to deliver the visa to study is to present a medical certificate which authenticates me: MaríaEscándalo NO suffer infectious diseases, drug addiction or mental illness ...
a couple of days ago I got the results ... we must recognize that disguising PRETTY GOOD! ;)
On Monday I will be in La Paz for my appointment at the Embassy and by the way I say goodbye to good friends @ s bloggers in the course of my stay there. Anyway ... Esito would be!
That morning I laughed so hard, he did not want or need to impress anyone entering the choir, but that have "voice of truck" seemed so funny that I remember have said, Bah, prof. Total for me I sing pretty! And I sat.
Since then did her best "out of tune" in all civil acts.
years passed, I was in a relationship with I, a foreigner, with whom we had a list of things to do throughout his stay of 4 wonderful months in Santa Cruz. One night I told her more or less spoken English:
I: "I want to sing tonight,"
Me: No baby, I have the voice of the truck.
I: I do not understand ... (As I looked so sweet ... I manage to convince)
Me: Well ... go to a karaoke and see what happens.
Once in there again and again recalled the scene of the school and the teacher repeated the sentence that I have "voice of truck" , laughed alone as stupid ... well, he passes her karaoke songs and committed the stupidity of saying that she chooses.
Seeing my name and started her on screen in a cold sweat. Not just for stage fright, but he chose the theme: "Losing My Religion - REM" Honestly
for the first time I sang at karaoke, it was too sing together and step into a language that he hated (by then), but there I was in front of everyone, looking at the emergency exits me a gringa who knew winning the public, since many people had made him slash ( really drunk) 
While I was living my ordeal musical ... about the first 30 seconds most one in Argentina and we danced like possessed, he was a show that we put together at the karaoke, with a standing ovation with cries calling repeat the feat. Euphoria, with or without voice truck.
spend time after that and now with college friends decided to go a couple times a karaoke. There I gathered value and sing only once or only once, did not care a matter of deep breaths and let it flow.
This morning while I was arranging some books, stood one of music that used at school, with the date, time and a note which says: "Today the teacher told me I have a voice in cart: ja, ja , ja. "
I positioned myself in this and I thought how it is speeding up all this from my trip I have two things to do, one was dismissed (as it should ) VOS and the second is sing this song, which I swear to God I will. (With or without voice trolley)
My Candy - Bersuit Vergarabat
How beautiful you are, you're a sweet
see you at recess and I go crazy,
all things I like, have your face
and hope the attacks, and the bottle game with you,
my Pie.
How exciting you'd have to know
that queue is the most wanted apple,
breast feed and those of my creation,
would tear one day and die in a telo with you ...
or perhaps a car.
been five years, assuming things
long I'm looking for my true self,
is a kind of symbiosis, my psychologist said
therapy would do well to stay away time ...
seventies.
How are you my dear wife and children I have
from time to time I talk to her and to make love,
not that I want bother you, but I is essential
sit in a coffee shop and dream a little ... and maybe love.
And my time has passed, who stole my years,
change to all this family for a second with you,
if you see it now, though it ends in a hospice,
I take a bottle ...
and play to the bottle with you.
Recuerdo haber escrito en este blog la 2da y 3ra vez que me asaltaron… por cuestiones de vergüenza no publique la 4ta vez, que fue un robo ya que sin darme cuenta estaba sin celular.
On Sunday my dear, I was near my house ... with a friend, type 8 pm, to be precise by Beni Avenue 3rd ring when two types are running and shouting "Give me everything you "my humanity was forced to lift your arms and say:" I have nothing, "immediately afterwards covered my pockets ... silly me, was the first thing recorded. My friend also suffered the same fate. 
to me off the phone AGAIN with my keys, her bank card. The most stupid of the situation was that the fattest of the robbers pointed a gun at me in the head (bad idea) and then I cried "Quiet, quiet" ... at that time and taking into account that had already been 4 rounds under my belt, I lost everything fear I had for this type of situation, and I felt so angry that only managed to completely hysterical shouting: "WHAT? I calmed do we want? ... OYE PE-LO-TU-DO, HOW WE WANT TO ME IF I calmed
grabbed a taxi, get to the door of my house and then she was gone. In my house soon as I saw I did get the typical question: "attacked you again?" And I with the typical response ... the silence .
the other day my sister found out about the case, spoke to me and told me I have another phone to send but preferably not, all you you come to Spain soon ... blah, blah, blah ...
The truth is that I got a cell phone on Monday and already had another on Wednesday. ( There are always people who have phones in abundance in this town ).
For Wednesday, I received a visit from my friend E, would go near my house to return something, then Why guess where we went? Right. Again the
Meanwhile, I kept walking made the bid ... I went
Thief: Let me not looking at your face I'm saying.
MaríaAsaltada: Are you crying? Come macho shit ... Hit me if you can here in the middle of the street.
that some were men ( not that be risky knew there were people out there ) and yell:
MaríaAsaltada: Acercate I call the police right now.
then my friend I cried J ... quiet, quiet.
MaríaAsaltada: What? Are you asking me to calm me?. I stormed old like me reassure you want!
E: (walks up to me) has been the bad guys, walk fast, walk fast.
then talk to me as strange was happening out there, telling them that the thieves were the three fisicudos they were entering a self-DO DO-RA. Say it was an assault glamorous, self browned and unarmed.
went by quickly and forgot us. I asked my friend, that had been stolen ... and I had his cell phone in my bag and for the world would let me steal. He told me he took his mp3. We walked a block over and gave me my laughter, we got on a bus, laughed so much ... and it's better to laugh than to mourn.
We got ... migrating an entire disaster. On Monday, just attend regular hours, or so they said.
spent by the Film Center and E tells me
E: For a while no I walk into this film.
Me: And with these prices ... I think that seeing a movie in this film is an assault consented, a taste that does not justify the service received.
E: Pa your truth. Come with me to do some shopping.
I: Did do not steal it?
E: No ... just took my mp3, I reviewed it jajaj.
Me: That ... that you're stung! ;)
Conclusion ...
PD2: Next post: I hate Facebook. (Much mess, much gossip and misunderstandings above, plus I emputa the new version)
The country is experiencing a generalized seizure, shots here and there. Leaders looking for everything that goes on stage, with speeches that radical and ridicule any notion of either a team or the other.
If you question some of the red ... you are green. If you question some of the mafia green, and are automatically red. Meanwhile
the usual talk through the usual channels, you can see and feel the same speech in different colors, fueling hatred, separatism, regionalism and racism almost legitimized, but the leaders will always be there ... doing their better job of sticking up the speech and inciting violence.
And the sheep those who are seduced by the speech will give the body, is on both sides. They are cannon fodder, just that.
There are already many dead for a cause. This country does not need martyrs, whose names will be remembered in a civil ceremony next ... a moment of silence widespread in the community, an eternal pain for the family that are ultimately the only ones to remember dates and names in a couple of years.
say that ultimately gives the right time to the cause ... or NO. Unfortunately I also believe that history is written by the winners. See what happens, if in the end win or lose, I lean toward the latter. After all, parents who lost sons and fathers of the fatherland: "Well thanks "
Yesterday on "Al Despertar" Pablo Klinsky and another, commented that: "in incidents, there were soldiers from 16 to 18 years fighting, dying of fear and looking over what happened box. " Well
Mr. Klinsky ... apply the same thinking brilliant minds of leaders and managers to organize an annual "Take institutions," What moral responsibility can talk? if images are also viewed as the Unionists were young soldiers, aged 16 years that lay ahead, not only here in Santa Cruz, but in Cobija, Villamontes, etc ... What is that? With the big difference about defending the institutions and other outside interests and defending Remove institutions step "taken."
This double standard
sick. I said!
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Message to the essential:
Indiana: Thanks for the detail of roses. ALL are great. Intimate
: They want to "take" something ... let's start with freedom. Defend the good vibes and friendship. See you tonight.
Erika: Happy birthday! Is the third to celebrate without me. You're the best sister I have and I say this because you're not alone. This evening festivities and me too ... we deserve it right? I love you.
set foot in La Paz After I signed up to participate in Barcamp organized by Bolivian Voices in El Alto. There is talk in a public lecture to raise awareness about the use of Internet in a participatory way. There was also a fair where voices Bolivian bloggers were to reveal their blogs and their experience to tell the world what is happening around them.
The rest of the event was good panel topics, although the table "Blogueril Experience" was the only one that was declared void. In the panel discussion where both Digital Literacy Bolivian Voices ABC Digital and participated, came to interesting conclusions from two questions, here are a couple of notes:
Why Digital Literacy?, and How?
The first addresses the need to reduce the digital divide and illiteracy or the worrying form of exclusion that exists, whether economic, communication, social, political, sexual, etc. Starting
(Bolivian Voices and ABC Digital) that information is a public law and the Internet is one of the largest sources of information to and from the city.
How?
The fact that two non-governmental institutions are addressing this issue, shows that since the society there is concern about the issue although there is no financial support to do so.
is believed that pilot projects are good but not enough because the reality is the existence of public policies that understand the problem of digital divide and to see the Internet as a development tool to improve the quality of life of ordinary citizens.
So much for the panel discussion on Digital Literacy, minutes later it fell to the international guest David de Ugarte and representative of the Indian Electronic , talk a little about the power of networks, social networks distributed, cyber, etc.
Between lectures, plenary and parties had the opportunity to know and recognize me in two wonderful people who invited me to join the group they represent ... The Indian Electronic enough to answer a question and now. Spain is waiting for me like Uruguay and the projects we do together from that day.
An Indian salute from a distance while still in Bolivia to my peers David and Maki, who will soon see.
is incredible, or at least in my case, I could get to meet on my journey. After the last hug I got in Santa Cruz.
The trip took 14 hours to reach my first destination, I thought so and decided to loose so much, achieved only a couple of hours sleep. Chat with some passengers, some I had to both the cost of some things to get to my destination, a particular person was telling me about your work, family and other daily life.
Meanwhile, in the fleet, he entered a seller of crafts, rings, necklaces and other nonsense. He accompanies us to offer products, my seatmate showed me that things "could be me", I with my usual behavior, simply smiled and said, "Thanks but no. I do not buy things then I will not use "
His friends who were sitting in the front seat, so angered him that when he was in line in front of me many steel rings with different designs, it was then that I noticed one that I was too big for the ring finger but nevertheless I am not perfect in the thumb, ask the price to buy it but would not let me pay ... or the Friends, much less the .
is so arrive at your destination with a doubly perfect gift, a perfect gift ... a perfect stranger. At stops
try to talk more, to know the place that we played for dinner, before the journey, while the night was darker and the stars were closer, while the moon shone strongly the way, still thinking in the decisions he had taken and where I needed to take. I decided
for example, with whom I want to be, that philosophy of life to take, I decided that my perfect place is where I am and that in 6 months ceases to be around here to follow my path as a world citizen. I understood that the friends I have now are those who will remember a lifetime, I realized to get to my first destination that suffer from "acute mastitis, face my fear of being without my ground wire.
survived my first stop, come to the white city, wonderful, where the sky is bluer, the streets are narrower, I lived almost 8 hours of that first day without saying a word to anyone until I get my friend to in the afternoon with their friends.
After completing what he had to do in Sucre, I step into the adventure. There was more to know and enjoyed because it was about two places I wanted to know long ago.
Started at 5 am bound to Potosi, the imperial villa. Knowing what was once the epicenter of the world I found one of the greatest experiences of my life, the streets, balconies, its museums, the mint, the gazebo, etc ... but our stay was short-lived gave us to know a little of the city ... another city that I see living on its past.
At noon we the direct bus to Uyuni, arriving around 6 pm the same place, we expect a terrible cold, kind of street party, some in traditional costumes some not.
Leaving the luggage at the agency where you pay the one-day tours to see the Salar, the majestic Salar de Uyuni. We made reservations at the famous Hotel de Sal and dinner.
The road salting was terrible, a mixture of fear given time that we were going, the loneliness of the road and my hysterical way of seeing life thinking that everyone could assault us given that we as tourists ... feared nothing happened. We arrived at the hotel
of salt, in the middle of the night was located perfectly in the middle of nowhere ... that nothing frightens anyone white, with the only natural light fitting ... the full moon.
Once there, I was / we feel safe ... these four walls, but cold gave us security, a very rustic heating medium heat gave us needed, kindly Angela, the cholita had been guarding the hotel, was gratifying. She told us that she was alone that night with his "tunit" ... his granddaughter who was sleeping by then. ... Gave us two rooms with three beds each, just as we entered we were six and although I preferred the six durmiésemos in a single bed, cold ... given the heat that we provide the contact of the six, but none approved my proposal hahaha ... maybe it was the best.
agree awakening at 6 am, just to see the sunrise. Women were the brave in the cold, more than 10 degrees below zero, woke up to see the sunrise. It was simply thrilling, builder for me. Although there are pictures and videos of the moment, I swear that the words fall short to describe the emotion at that time.
The tours we took hours later was amazing, meet interesting points as Incahuasi island shaped like a fish, coral arch, the walk on the island, reaching the top to contemplate nature quite contrary to the usual heat that exists in Santa Cruz, my hometown, it was exciting. Expected to drop us a lunch break for those hungry for knowledge, hungry for adventure. Very necessary for a photo shoot, sun burning, loving companionship.
At one stop, got off in the middle of nowhere ... understood, amid the whiteness that radiates the Salar, we did the typical pictures of optical illusions and a moment of unusual feeling affectionate, type the name of my best friends in the palm of the hand and I am the recorded image. Only his initials, as proof of that wonderful trip surreal, especially where they were with me ... in the palm of my hand written, but engraved on the bottom of my heart. After all life is two days and one must remember those who deserve it.
the end of the trip, take the road back was an ordeal, including tardiness and informality typical Creole resiliency and everything that happened, we arrived in Potosi at dawn to take another bus to Sucre and reach at dawn, then buy tickets to Santa Cruz with the bad luck of having a few hours a civic strike "mandatory" in a town away from the city.
I grabbed my luggage and I decided to walk from a village called "La Guardia" then I made a friend ... a hippie drifter who accompanied me on the journey, we went to the finger by a mile ... all free, then a bus stop for a brewery visit the city, was my lucky streak ... thus reaching almost 4 blocks near my home safely, thanked the benevolent act and take my house with the hippie wanderer.
Home sweet home, I felt comfortable once I arrived home ... it was really interesting company and the reaction of my family whom he considered "closed" because it was there with a stranger who left a glance see 3 huge tattoos, long hair and pircings. Share lunch and matches during the trip, my family happy and he was giving the reason why the famous saying: "Santa Cruz is the law of hospitality."
This is a summary of my last days, where I was on the verge of tears for various reasons, where for a specific spill a few tears wept well ... after all, as I said in any part of this post ... All matter: what you do, what they say, because after all, life is two days and need to know to live them.
Listening to Luis Miguel ... a small part of a song which says: " if you did not know love ... now you can go " in the Internet cafe which is three blocks from my house I felt that little something inspiring to write a post. Ñeee, is that my sister sucks and fucks with me to write something on this blog a little longer, but in all honesty, the manager of this coffee is blaring that song.
For such a beautiful grounds and to avoid being "outdated with the context "I tell them that I decided to vote ... after seeing staging this morning while passing through the main square, where they were camping, not from that day related to Rubén Costas.
I saw a couple of feet of me, waving at everyone, I stepped aside to avoid interrupting their path. At that time I said: The truth is that Costas changed my life! Hahaha about anything else I will vote.
Walking through the neighborhoods beyond the 4th ring government campaigns shout from the walls the same speech as always. Marketing campaign and more.
sell Both sides should address them and raise their flag for them. Thankfully there are people who does not buy the story, because neither Evo is the face of hope for the unity of this country and neither is the white flag Costs of Freedom, Democracy and Autonomy. It is the people gentlemen, and if the people put them off the village.
"If you did not know ACT ... now they can go" Luismi Quite what (dream that will not cost!)
Forecast ... and I wrong. REALLY.
Evo and Costs remain.
$%/(=)?)&·!
What do tomorrow?
After 10 seconds of being sued by the Yes vote and / or the No. Walk through the neighborhood, spend with family, watch TV, watch movies, see the neighbor! : P reading blogs ...? If they do not convince any of the above ... writing, eating and sleeping (in any order, anyway)
Good night and happyMuajajajjaja Referendum.
Rapid response to utopian
The shirt is Aberc read ... But the legend is complete: Abercrombie Jajajja BAD;)
