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Less is more ...

Wii Play endlessly between games won and lost honorably with dignity. Walking the streets at night. Make a stop by the supermarket to buy six cans of that spirit, cigarettes and get taxi to their final destination. Talks

of my favorite movies, talk, talk, talk. Laugh till you drop when I told you I say: "Mudita". Less is more thought. And again, talking, laughing, sing (or simulate it. also not forget that as a music teacher, I have a voice trolley), dance (or give it a try), laugh, sing, talk ... a sigh and silence justified. How much peace in that terrace mustard.

Looking from above. At night, without moon or stars, only light that makes you think that this city never sleeps.

Me: When you see Santa Cruz from this height, it gives the impression of some development, but suddenly emerged a view as if all these big trees. And so to me the city ring becomes the largest city of broccoli, because so it seems. See this one here, the from there and beyond ...
You: Broccoli ... jajjaja. Really crazy ... right?

Then we have just the drink and disappeared for two minutes then appear smiling with a bottle of cider ...

($%&/*!) Me: (Surprised but happy) not know crazy that I have the urge to scream: Happy New Year.
You: Salud!

Hours passed, including lectures, movie and characters from Tim Burton.
You just listened to ... for the first time. And we remember our initial idea ... about 8 hours ago ... via phone.

Me: Ok. Salgado, walked a little way.
You: What if it rains?
I: walk in the rain!

Once in your deck after twelve, one and two, a loud noise caught our attention. Rain at last.

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12:22 (editado. ..)

turns out that a week ago I find myself visiting the city of La Paz, for reasons of processing my visa.

One Friday I received a call from my friend saying MaJo a procedure would also in this city, so we decided to travel together. We arrived on a Sunday and in the way we find a mass march with flags Bolivian wiphalas, and even Santa Cruz flags! : P

On Monday I was in the midst of a little party in the Plaza Murillo, also had meetings with fellow bloggers, while wandered between the Consulate and the phone booth to speak to Later.

evenings in the wonderful week I had completely comfortable with people like Julio Aliaga and family, who prepared a "Paella" delicious, accompanied by many stories, mutual friends, many projects and good references new people who will know.

The rest of the week to pass between talk and chat with other friends and acquaintances who also handled the visa studies concordábamos that there is always a person who makes life miserable ... I

for Monday again window, was a nun in front of me, which he presented his papers and as there were in order, Reverend puteada received by the official.

heard that he shouted at the nun: "Mother, come back when everything is ready" returned his papers and shouted: "Pass"

Reach

window. I must admit that after hearing the nun puteada knees shook me. I presented my documents, I told the paper he had was all I needed, she began to read and wrote in one of my forms.

looked at me and said (almost shouting): "Take this paper, check every Wednesday if your name appears on lists of the Consulate in Santa Cruz and about 15 days back to La Paz to pick up his visa. Go to next window. "

As

not hear the last of "go to next window" grabbed my papers and prepared to get out ... suddenly I heard the lady shouting Hey! Could you know where to go?

Me: Ehh ... What Spain?

The woman threw a laugh ... almost orgasmic! obviously boluda laughed at my response. ¬ ¬

Then he said more kindly: I asked where he was going, because you have to cancel at the next stop before retirement.

Me: Ah ... (Full flushed) and, thanks.

last few days helped me to remove it from Santa Cruz, news zero, zero TV, to change to meet more people and have more talks.

we met in a coffee Vania, Camila , Eliana , MaJo and I, on another occasion was hang out with Sakura Ceci, Alexis , Vadik , Chuqui , etc., For another night we went to Mad Dog and laugh endlessly with his stories, jokes and odd news.

Like that makes reference to the famous fair El Alto, where one can find anything. Hence the news that a trader was selling a penguin sweater, curiously pasankalla fed (with sweet roasted corn, known in Santa Cruz with the name of Pororo)

While the dog was telling me the story I imagined a conversation something like this:

Buyer curious: How much the bird!?
Seller: 250 Bs - Curious
buyer: Home for Sale!
Seller: Bs In 230 - last price, but no jacket.

Anyway, I am disappointed to visit the fair in El Alto. Perhaps to return within 15 days and even though there penguins on sale, you may find in a corner Silvio blue unicorn, video showing who killed JFK, or some irrefutable proof that both God and aliens exist; because after all we live in a fair / flea market possibilities.

PD. Almost raw! We owe a coffee ... 15 days next stop in Cochabamba.

PD2. I appreciate the warmth and cool of the family "time capsule" Vania , Vladi, Sebas, Rodri and Jimbo, the mascot of the house. With Jimbo had to fight daily melee to exit or enter the house. This morning I bit my arms and let me good bruises on my legs ... Now one could say that I am the shadow of Jimbo ... in order.

Yesterday I wanted to brand me a sweater but Jimbo did it off and walk around the yard like almost breaks my pants this morning jajjaja.

There is no way to get bored in the house of Vania, had a great time! thanks, thanks.

(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

What Does A Cliterous Feel Like

start ...

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.

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- This week I passed a trauma ... I learned to drive a car.
- I decided to get a tattoo ... design and obviously see where.

- I was about to learn to dance salsa with a friend, but it is difficult because one takes the ball and the other was carried away ( lay there detail, both let ourselves go ). The timing was awful but with good rewards, and that ultimately ended up tripping over his lips.

Anyway ... Esito would be!

Shoulder Pain, Clunking

musical memory I have already

remember being on a Monday morning at a new school. Just that day I played music lessons and the teacher started to make a choice of voices for the choir.

was a high school and all or almost all had a sweet voice. The teacher did come forward to the girls in alphabetical order, when he said my name, I stood next to him. He gave input the anthem with his accordion.

remember singing just a few words and he shouted again ! Do not listen.

Again accordion entry ... then I took courage to return to sing a little louder. This time he heard me, approached me and said firmly: Miss, you do not enter the choir. Has voice wheelbarrow

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.