Friday, December 31, 2010
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
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Monday, December 27, 2010
How To Install Shelter On Aluminum Boat
the man who smelled of glue
my mother in his youth, was half lost. likes to party, drugs and rock n roll. is no secret that he loved more than one man, I have no problem with that, no, sir. so if I have problem with what happened one summer night twenty years ago. my mother, as was his custom, went to a party with her friends just lost her. danced, took it, laughed and it seemed like the countless nights of madness in juvenile drug. and end the day came a guy who would change the fate drastically. the kind nobody knows his name, only knows what he smelled. my co-author recalls a pungent odor that had away from her, but damn the luck, that night her best friend and accomplice in crime, selena, leaving the world of casual sex with strangers because of their upcoming marriage and so competition between her and my mother would come to an end after tonight. to the point that my mother laid eyes on this mysterious subject fragrant, were tied. Women / escaped jail where he could not allow this and decided to do something about it. no more men can move around, all that remained was that man, that man with his scent, but man was the only requirement to give the victory. took off his pants, he smoked a cigarette, inhibiting their sense of smell, and did the dirty with one that nobody remembers it alone.
things in life by my mother became pregnant. exactly 9 months later, a little baby left by vagina. I was that baby. my childhood was like all other children with frustrated young mother. half-forgotten, left in the care of grandparents and without a father. the child was not smarter or prettier or faster or meaner than I expected for an ordinary life. "Meh" told me 5 years with my lunchbox in my hand, the break I made this discovery. some guy, I thought, but I was wrong, I was special, yes, not the way I would have liked, but special it was. in high school, although present, did not notice it at all. spent day after day, turning the sky, asking quickly, but there was not the slightest suspicion of my condition. I had no friend, now I know why. girls were sending me where it came from and everything attached to them were bastards and I was too cool. reached high school and began to think that this rejection was not so damned they were not so cool I was, was something else. thinking one day it occurred to me that not everyone can be against me because yes, there must be something wrong with me. my self-esteem suffered severe shock and instead of seeking an answer, and tried to recruit me to go unnoticed. My adolescence was going to hell. without a friend in the whole life without knowing love, so I thought I would die, just like a dog. every day I looked in the mirror and looking carefully at my face average clues, but nothing. I asked my mother and her alcoholic seeking a husband, as an old bitter racist multicultural community, instead of answering or become a little bit if I sent them to the store for cigarettes. no luck ever. my grandparents had been dead many years, nobody really noticed his death. looked out the window and asked to nature "why?" why me? " discover the answer right on the day of my conception, a particularly hot summer day.
the summer in my house was, instead of holiday and joy, sadness and tears. My mother locked herself in her room to mourn and I, to celebrate the sun and free time, going for ice cream. was in the van, trying to cheer me up, saying he was not dead inside, sweating like a bastard. it was time to get out and I got the seat. a girl next to me, a few seconds later, I grabbed her hand and seeing the eyes moved told me "you smell like a tail", of course, I took this as an insult, not going to let some unknown insult me \u200b\u200bAndara , only that I needed and I cried indignantly, "You smell like a tail!". she began to mourn, got up and hugged me. "I know, I know," he said between sobs. "Do not be nervous, it's okay to glue sniffing" he said in surprise, stroking her hair, trying to comfort her. we left the microbus and lemon ice cream in hand, we tell our story. told me that her father always smelled poop sweat with a terrible hereditary disease. she had it and had cast his life hell on earth. her mother had committed suicide many years ago and had no brothers or sisters. I listened attentively, with his heart beating hard with a storm in the head, "can not be" repeated over and over again. the answer to the problem was that smelled like glue, who would have thought? so nobody wanted me, so he spent every day of my life in a metaphorical desert island. that girl and I were half-brothers, but I decided to say nothing. had to meet my father, I had to let you know that having children go to a horrible condition is not well, had to end, no matter the consequences, once and for all with the man who smells like glue.
girl called pain and became friends. did everything together. going to an amusement park and shopping. laughed, we talked and we did company. I could see in his eyes that those days were the best of his life, I just killed time before the killing of the cause of my woes. "Hey" I said one day taking her by the shoulder to get out of a movie ... I know our dad. " We sit at a food-court table to talk. she was thinking a few seconds, I looked at her, dying in suspense, "ok" he said at last "come to dinner tomorrow, if you want" invited me happy. and left the next day. was prepared with a gun he had stolen from the police that the lump was always my street. entered her home, sweating, issuing a smell that even she complained. I sat on a metal seat and said "hold." was for his dad, I took a look. was a luxurious home with lovely decor. there were pictures on the wall, none of it, all were of her in different parts of the world. I heard down the stairs and returned to my seat. Hello me he said and extended his hand. I saw her face, she looked a lot like me, no doubt, he was my father. "Damn" I whispered, shaking his hand, "now or never" I thought my jacket and pulled out the gun. "Die!" I cried out of me and pointed the gun in the middle of his face. "Wait! But you do?!" cried the man. those were his last words. I pulled the trigger and made a extreme makeover. dropped dead, I collapsed mentally exhausted. The girl came up to me crying "why why do you kill him?" I looked at her puffy eyes, wanting to mourn, revealed that he is my father. sat beside me and watching me carefully his face asked "why you say that?". I told him the story of my mother and cried bitterly. blood and then wet my pants. "But ... he had lived all his life in Peru ... there is no one noticed the smell of glue ... I was born we moved here 17 years ago ... idiot!" and broke into tears. I stared at him and started laughing. I took the gun and premiered cavity, filling the poor girl's brain. that afternoon I was in hell, dying of boredom. thinking about it, it was not because my suicide, just could not be the man who smelled of glue. 
my mother in his youth, was half lost. likes to party, drugs and rock n roll. is no secret that he loved more than one man, I have no problem with that, no, sir. so if I have problem with what happened one summer night twenty years ago. my mother, as was his custom, went to a party with her friends just lost her. danced, took it, laughed and it seemed like the countless nights of madness in juvenile drug. and end the day came a guy who would change the fate drastically. the kind nobody knows his name, only knows what he smelled. my co-author recalls a pungent odor that had away from her, but damn the luck, that night her best friend and accomplice in crime, selena, leaving the world of casual sex with strangers because of their upcoming marriage and so competition between her and my mother would come to an end after tonight. to the point that my mother laid eyes on this mysterious subject fragrant, were tied. Women / escaped jail where he could not allow this and decided to do something about it. no more men can move around, all that remained was that man, that man with his scent, but man was the only requirement to give the victory. took off his pants, he smoked a cigarette, inhibiting their sense of smell, and did the dirty with one that nobody remembers it alone.
things in life by my mother became pregnant. exactly 9 months later, a little baby left by vagina. I was that baby. my childhood was like all other children with frustrated young mother. half-forgotten, left in the care of grandparents and without a father. the child was not smarter or prettier or faster or meaner than I expected for an ordinary life. "Meh" told me 5 years with my lunchbox in my hand, the break I made this discovery. some guy, I thought, but I was wrong, I was special, yes, not the way I would have liked, but special it was. in high school, although present, did not notice it at all. spent day after day, turning the sky, asking quickly, but there was not the slightest suspicion of my condition. I had no friend, now I know why. girls were sending me where it came from and everything attached to them were bastards and I was too cool. reached high school and began to think that this rejection was not so damned they were not so cool I was, was something else. thinking one day it occurred to me that not everyone can be against me because yes, there must be something wrong with me. my self-esteem suffered severe shock and instead of seeking an answer, and tried to recruit me to go unnoticed. My adolescence was going to hell. without a friend in the whole life without knowing love, so I thought I would die, just like a dog. every day I looked in the mirror and looking carefully at my face average clues, but nothing. I asked my mother and her alcoholic seeking a husband, as an old bitter racist multicultural community, instead of answering or become a little bit if I sent them to the store for cigarettes. no luck ever. my grandparents had been dead many years, nobody really noticed his death. looked out the window and asked to nature "why?" why me? " discover the answer right on the day of my conception, a particularly hot summer day.
the summer in my house was, instead of holiday and joy, sadness and tears. My mother locked herself in her room to mourn and I, to celebrate the sun and free time, going for ice cream. was in the van, trying to cheer me up, saying he was not dead inside, sweating like a bastard. it was time to get out and I got the seat. a girl next to me, a few seconds later, I grabbed her hand and seeing the eyes moved told me "you smell like a tail", of course, I took this as an insult, not going to let some unknown insult me \u200b\u200bAndara , only that I needed and I cried indignantly, "You smell like a tail!". she began to mourn, got up and hugged me. "I know, I know," he said between sobs. "Do not be nervous, it's okay to glue sniffing" he said in surprise, stroking her hair, trying to comfort her. we left the microbus and lemon ice cream in hand, we tell our story. told me that her father always smelled poop sweat with a terrible hereditary disease. she had it and had cast his life hell on earth. her mother had committed suicide many years ago and had no brothers or sisters. I listened attentively, with his heart beating hard with a storm in the head, "can not be" repeated over and over again. the answer to the problem was that smelled like glue, who would have thought? so nobody wanted me, so he spent every day of my life in a metaphorical desert island. that girl and I were half-brothers, but I decided to say nothing. had to meet my father, I had to let you know that having children go to a horrible condition is not well, had to end, no matter the consequences, once and for all with the man who smells like glue.
girl called pain and became friends. did everything together. going to an amusement park and shopping. laughed, we talked and we did company. I could see in his eyes that those days were the best of his life, I just killed time before the killing of the cause of my woes. "Hey" I said one day taking her by the shoulder to get out of a movie ... I know our dad. " We sit at a food-court table to talk. she was thinking a few seconds, I looked at her, dying in suspense, "ok" he said at last "come to dinner tomorrow, if you want" invited me happy. and left the next day. was prepared with a gun he had stolen from the police that the lump was always my street. entered her home, sweating, issuing a smell that even she complained. I sat on a metal seat and said "hold." was for his dad, I took a look. was a luxurious home with lovely decor. there were pictures on the wall, none of it, all were of her in different parts of the world. I heard down the stairs and returned to my seat. Hello me he said and extended his hand. I saw her face, she looked a lot like me, no doubt, he was my father. "Damn" I whispered, shaking his hand, "now or never" I thought my jacket and pulled out the gun. "Die!" I cried out of me and pointed the gun in the middle of his face. "Wait! But you do?!" cried the man. those were his last words. I pulled the trigger and made a extreme makeover. dropped dead, I collapsed mentally exhausted. The girl came up to me crying "why why do you kill him?" I looked at her puffy eyes, wanting to mourn, revealed that he is my father. sat beside me and watching me carefully his face asked "why you say that?". I told him the story of my mother and cried bitterly. blood and then wet my pants. "But ... he had lived all his life in Peru ... there is no one noticed the smell of glue ... I was born we moved here 17 years ago ... idiot!" and broke into tears. I stared at him and started laughing. I took the gun and premiered cavity, filling the poor girl's brain. that afternoon I was in hell, dying of boredom. thinking about it, it was not because my suicide, just could not be the man who smelled of glue.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Blueprints Wooden Playset
Tuesday November 23, 2010
n ada is v Acio
Space is the closest thing to a living paradox. It's like writing: "This sentence is false" and that reading it does not exist. The Performance and Exhibition Photo: Nothing is Empty, presented last Friday at Don Apolonio, by Amira Ramirez, what I was just asking questions ... title nothing is empty.
... so how? Everything is full?
In space, the form has a place inclusive or exclusive in relation to limits of things. All space is filled with objects that occupy it: tables, chairs, people, bottles, benches, buses, dogs ... and the space between them is also a way that "full." The space is occupied and one empty milestone and is well experienced and lived. Somehow, as in the paradoxes, is a place inseparable from himself, which caused their immediacy by the full-empty (true / false) it does sometimes, too tricky to understand and see.
Nothing is Empty is an experimental work and very playful. Where Amira debut as director; The tale begins on a couple of solos, clothed bodies of black lines, apparently springs, stretch and shrink in every move they make their performers. Introduction that apparently makes a metaphor about the space on the full and the void made in each of his movements.
For the next part of the performance, helped by short videos, projected at ¾ of , the nothing is empty, now personified by using 4 stars: The Horse, The Frog, The Rabbit and the Lady. Which now appears to represent the void from a metaphysical perspective.
The characters seem to almost come out of endless History with colorful masks and features of each of the characters (Horse, Frog, Rabbit and Lady). Van narrating his own experience, acceptance or resignation about the "struggle" against the great nothing, and as that of the Never Bastian Ending Story make this part of the performance, a much more playful and imaginative, one living on empty and half full as the paradox that is stirred. Without question whether everything is or should be full.
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Thursday, December 2, 2010
Whiplash More Conditionsymptoms
Mary had just gotten out of jail. the doors opened and she, a girl of 22 years, brunette, cute, with a serious expression on his face with a garbage bag in hand, went on liberty. was a wet morning in February. the gray sky, the empty street. sat on a bench waiting for his uncle Guzmán. one of the pockets of his sweatshirt pulled out a paper and a bag full of marijuana. was put together a joint, gave fire, inhaled ... closed his eyes to feel the delicious smoke running through your respiratory system, held the smoke like a mother holds a child who goes to war and gave up .. the exhale opened his eyes and recalled his way to jail.
Mary once was a girl like any other. his father was a mathematics teacher and his mother was a professor of sports. had an older brother, Marcelo, son of the marriage of his father, 8 years older, Mary had a great admiration for him because Marcelo was the lifelong dream of joining in vhs TV content to form a library, and thus rid the people in their commercial district without spending on expensive recording equipment or lose your favorite programs. also had 3 sisters, Lupe, Lolita and Charo, they had a very successful set of salsa despite being the tender age of 9, 10 and 11, respectively. Mary's life was all laughter, all joy. his childhood was a paradise on earth, full of sports, math, TV shows commercial-free music and super father. everything was going smoothly until one day in high school, I started liking boys. like all children exposed to bombardment of information from TV and film, was programmed with the idea of \u200b\u200bbeauty in Hollywood. and so began his long string of broken hearts. boyfriend or girlfriend after you put the horn with their best friends or just tried to foul or wanted to have sex. throughout her teens, Mary was found with eyelets that his heart used as a latrine. mary, at first, thought it only emotionally abused these bastards, but after asking her friends, she realized that they played all alike, they all trod the blood pump and all fell over and again on deception and mind games that they played these soulless monsters super cute. Mary was tired of that shit and said he would seek a guy who treated her well and she vowed to herself, with a fist to the sky, bursting with courage and with eyes full of tears, that never, never be a victim.
one afternoon, Maria was with her classmates from high school a bar. I was very happy there, passing it well, drinking and dancing with her class, treasuring the moment, feeling the exploding inside of her youth. was all drunk at his table, babbling nonsense to a friend who also only made noise. Mary went to the bathroom and met Roland, a handsome and charismatic type, with the prettiest smile you've ever seen, with a twinkle in his eye that dazzled and charmed. Mary fell as low backward civilization superior weaponry, talked and laughed the rest of the night. when it's over an incredible evening, rolando took her to his home in his car, Mary could not believe his luck, for one of her age, one has car is like for one of my age that you have an apartment. to leave, facing the gate building, Mary put her hand on the cheek of rolando and gave him the most tender of kisses. thereafter became boyfriends right away. and so were 2 years of dating and everything was happy. rolando had proved a great guy, nobody understood it as he shared his interests, worried about her and treated her as the queen had been thought. took her to the cinema and was kept up when drinking. Mary lived in a castle in the clouds, his life was finally complete and it was thought the luckiest girl on earth. swore the good times would last forever ...
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one day, Mary, at school, I was very happy to draw a dog chasing its tail. whistled a little tune that totally exposed her good humor and the incredible time that was happening. giggled from time to time and was going to color your dog very well drawn when ... two of her friends, comfort and margarita arrived and shot the dog persevering some terrible photos. Mary took them, put them at the height of his face and saw his beloved rolando having sex with two women who were not seeing the face, but of the same complexion that his two friends. marie murderer turned with hatred towards the two girls who were standing in front of her and said, "but that shit is this?". comfort, which was the bitch of the two callous as a Nazi, he replied, not to laugh "is your rolando having sex with two unknown disgusting", "rolando ..." Mary whispered, looking ahead, falling to 20, with a poignant expression of grief, with all those precious moments parading in his head, all those promises ringing in their ears, with the deep and tender love that you once felt for him becoming the most insane and brutal hatred. he remembered all his ex-boyfriends bastards, small skulls appeared in their eyes and completely lost her mind, her friends were laughing and enjoying the misery of that it is capable of love. Mary got up and destroyed the pictures and demanded to heaven bloody revenge. was Thursday and as every Thursday rolando would go home to see Alfred Hitchcock Presents, appropriate program to death. went home, took the gun from his father and waited, imagining over and kill again as he once wanted more than herself in the dark, unblinking, watching the clock, following the hands reach 6 and sweating to the point of having to change his shirt. Mary turned around to watch, given 6, the doorbell rang, prepared for the moment of truth, put the best face he could and opened it. was rolando, with all his strength of will hold back from where I was standing there kill him and invited him. play to put the VCR, veering left sitting in front of the TV, said he was on chips and went for the gun. like lightning was back, walked slowly and quietly, without lifting his eyes from the head of her boyfriend, her heart beating hard. cut cartridge, pointed the gun right in the middle of the head of rolando, ignorant of what was about to happen, "dies" he said with wide eyes, lit only by the light of the TV and "BOOM!" sent him to hell. AFRED hitchcock silhouette is painted red, she froze, her heart beating a mile a second, with outstretched arm, gun humeado, rolando now lay dead on the couch. Mary, hearing the door open, he regained consciousness and began to follow his plan. amid shouts of neighbors and her mother coming in, put the gun to his head, watching his mother right in the eyes, pulled the trigger, but there was the desired result. was tackled by his mother and on the floor it was agreed that his father had the gun only if one day I decided to commit suicide for which a bullet was enough. "Shit" Mary said while the police came and took it to the prison with their neighbors watching and weeping family. she was sentenced to 5 years. as a minor was not dropped all the weight of the law and how cool the judge was decided that a punishment of 5 years was enough, "not to kill anybody again," he said, laughing to hear the full story . and there was Mary, to jail. curiously the correctional facility "Margarito Esparza" was very similar to his high school and was not too bad happened. made friends for life, learned to program, which helped to start their business websites, and learned to steal and kill more effectively. that time in prison was one of the best things that could happen in your life.
ended their joint and at that moment came in a blue cutlass, old and neglected, his uncle Guzmán. Mary got, really did not know what to expect from the people in those 5 years, visited his mother the whole time, but was not sure if they still had the love and support of their own, something very important to her. his uncle kissed her, hugged her and told her parents that she had a surprise ready. way home, stuck in traffic, Guzman told the guy that everybody knew why he had done and that they fully supported. "It was time for someone to send a message to those sons of bitches," said Uncle Guzmán wanting to pee. Mary smiled and looked out the window, I could now relax, knowing that his family still loved her. laughed the rest of the way because the front car plate reading "174-MEA" Guzmán and the poor guy could not take it anymore. arrived at the building boiler. many blocks away and could hear the music that had massive pachanga welcome. Mary got out and was greeted with smiles, hugs and kisses. his sisters, now big and beautiful, played the best sauce in the world, had just won the world cup of the sauce, so it was not speculation, they were certain that their pace was the most sabrosón sabrosón of planet earth. people danced, drank and laughter could be heard above the music. I missed everybody so much to Mary and saw her could not contain their enthusiasm and joy. "Holiday until Monday!" shouted the people on a Friday afternoon and it was. Mary and her family after Mary was vigilante justice, they danced and danced until it was time to go to work.
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Monday, November 29, 2010
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HIPERCAMINANTE Nolasco Gerardo Magaña exposure
Under the "Puebla-Cholula open studios 2010" Don Apolonio HIPERCAMINANTE presents the sample of Nolasco Gerardo Magaña, first member of the team of Don Apolonio who exhibits his work in space.
Hipercaminate is an exhibition of paintings that explores the possibility of walking from digital media using basic principles Impressionism in the selection of images which are then processed by software to convert pixels to vectors and from these to color stains are then treated by a traditional painting process.
Friday, November 26, 2010
Muscle Spasms More Condition_treatment
party until Monday, hope to die before you post something after this virgin
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Dyspepsia Condition_symptoms
Puebla-Cholula Open Studios
Puebla-Cholula Open Studios will take place on Friday 3, Saturday 4 and Sunday 5 December 2010.
Puebla-Cholula Open Studios is an independent project Space created by Rosa, by visual artist Rosa Borrás and Don Apolonio management group show, which aims to support the production
contemporary art that takes place in the cities of Puebla and Cholula, emphasizing the relationship audience with the artist and production space. Adem
ore promotes the creation of new audiences, and collectors about the work of local artists.
During the weekend the public is invited to a tour three artists' workshops in Puebla and three
artist studios in Cholula, which were open to interact with the artist, their work and their ways of production and have the opportunity to acquire work at affordable prices di
directly with the creators.
By the nature of the project, there is no curatorial
external. Each artist shows what he thinks and the way you choose, resulting in contact with a variety of topics techniques, formats and prices. This inic
iativa intends to grow over time to include more artists and other cultural players in Puebla and Cholula, and in parallel to provide academic and educational activities.
More information: www.estudiospueblacholula.blogspot.com
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Birthday Invitation Phrases
CALL: SPEECH TO THE FRONT OF DON Apollonius
Open invitation to artists, architects, and designers interested in participating in the "Speech to the façade of Don Apolonio Presenta."
This new project seeks intervention by the façade the participating artist Don Apolonio use as a springboard to be projected to other places and other public in Puebla, as in other Mexican states. Interventions will be released digitally and through a printed publication to be held every six interventions.
Bases: The
- Participation may be individually or collectively. There
- limiting or technical issue.
- The project must be viable and without permanently damaging or altering the construction of space.
- material costs and assembly borne by the artist.
- The facade will be renewed every 3 months.
- Receipt of proposals will be open and free.
- All projects will be reviewed by the curatorial committee of Don Apolonio.
Documentation:
Applicants must submit documentation Don Apolonio or send an email to donapolonio@gmail.com with the following documents:
- MS Word file that contains: Curriculum
- Contact Information
- Project in Word or PDF file that contains:
- Project Description Description Description
- assembly Sketches
- materials and images
- appropriate support material
A notification will personally meet the artists via mail or phone.
For every inspection of Don Apolonio space is responsible for conducting the corresponding opening cocktail.
Don Apolonio has
2 North 1205th San Andrés Cholula, Puebla (at the turn of Container City)
Hours: Tuesday to Saturday from 17 to 20 hrs.
Carol Lattman Martha's Vineyard
DIALOGUES WITH THE SOUTH: contemporary creative practices in Latin America
Review
Prof. teaches. Fernanda Lopez de Ecuador (Managing cultural, research on issues of contemporary culture, actress and clown).
maximum capacity: 20 people
Cost: $ 250
Hours: 3 days ago
to students of visual arts, cultural, art history and branches related.
Objective:
create spaces for reflection binding between cultural management projects (community, independent, institutional and peripheral) enabling matrices of thought and action from the Latin American
.
is intended that participants through case studies, dialogue with contemporary cultural processes carried out in Ecuador.
To this end we have selected three management platforms:
1. Chiquito Quito Art Meeting for boys and girls,
2. "From 12 to 12 continuous sample
Performance and Literature 3. Urban Art traces.
In this context it is expected to provide theoretical and practical workshops, integrating conceptual approaches to the exercise of cultural management.
On the other hand aims to promote horizontal dialogue and mutual sharing of logic and knowledge.
** REGISTRATION Don Apolonio presents (2 North 1205th San Andrés Cholula) or by bank deposit.
** For more information send us an email to donapolonio@gmail.com 
WORKSHOP TALKS WITH THE SOUTH:
contemporary creative practices in Latin America, a management perspective.
Prof. teaches. Fernanda Lopez de Ecuador (Managing cultural, research on issues of contemporary culture, actress and clown).
maximum capacity: 20 people
Cost: $ 250
Hours: 3 days ago
to students of visual arts, cultural, art history and branches related.
Objective:
create spaces for reflection binding between cultural management projects (community, independent, institutional and peripheral) enabling matrices of thought and action from the Latin American
.
is intended that participants through case studies, dialogue with contemporary cultural processes carried out in Ecuador.
To this end we have selected three management platforms:
1. Chiquito Quito Art Meeting for boys and girls,
2. "From 12 to 12 continuous sample
Performance and Literature 3. Urban Art traces.
In this context it is expected to provide theoretical and practical workshops, integrating conceptual approaches to the exercise of cultural management.
On the other hand aims to promote horizontal dialogue and mutual sharing of logic and knowledge.
** REGISTRATION Don Apolonio presents (2 North 1205th San Andrés Cholula) or by bank deposit.
** For more information send us an email to donapolonio@gmail.com
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Nicolas Gomez Davila Szlachta
ON DJ presents: 3 Speed \u200b\u200bClassic Now presents
A new job The classic saga of energy super fast versions which surely will not leave anyone sitting. To enjoy this work and share.
A new work of the classics line speed in high energy version, I'm shure That eanybody sit stay. Please enjoy this work and shared this.
Traclist:
not forget to send your comments to: ojsm03@gmail.com or post them below in comments. Thanks.
Link: http://www.4shared.com/audio/6edqez4k/Speed_clasic_now_NEW_3.html
A new work of the classics line speed in high energy version, I'm shure That eanybody sit stay. Please enjoy this work and shared this.
Traclist:
- Blondie, Atomic '98 (Xenomania Mix)
- Elton John, I Do not Want to Go On With You Like That (Shep Pettibone 12 inch mix)
- Unknow title and artist
- VINSS-T vs. Boney M. Rasputin 2005 (Extended)
- LIPPS Inc., Funkytown 2008 (Original Cherry Lips Remix)
- 2 Unlimited, No one (Unlimited Remix)
- Twenty 4 Seven-Slave To The Music
- Corona The Rhythm Of The Night (Space RMX featuring MC ICE)
- 2 Raff, Don ' t Stop The Music (Lingo Remix)
- Cher, Believe 2007 (Club Deejays Remix) PORN KINGS vs.
- . FLIP & FILL Feat: 740 BOYZ, Shake Ya Shimmy 2002 AXEL FORCE vs.
- . KISS I Was Made For Loving You 2007 (Dance Remix)
not forget to send your comments to: ojsm03@gmail.com or post them below in comments. Thanks.
Link: http://www.4shared.com/audio/6edqez4k/Speed_clasic_now_NEW_3.html
Thursday, November 18, 2010
You Turn Me On And Leave
smoked a cigarette in a cafe in the town square who had just arrived. my father had given him work there, we took our stuff, we close with a nod of the old village and moved. waiting in the cafe one who was keen to talk to me, really do not know why. I got boxes addressed while the new house. "When you realize that your parents' house is not yours?" I asked the skinny, with a cigarette in his mouth and dark circles to the chin. "Oh I do not know" I replied, knowing full well whereof he spoke. "We need to talk" I said seriously with a serious expression, "we need to talk," he repeated, letting me understand that this was anything but casual. "Ok" replied unconcerned with nothing better to do. "Find me in the cafe the swallow at 4 pm," he said, taking my arm "is very important" to his face close to mine and taught me all their eyes. and there I was, in the cafe the swallow, not really funny, with a coffee in his hands, a cigarette burning in both my mouth like an ashtray, on a cloudy evening with wind. finally arrived, sat down and immediately brought him a coffee as black as can be. gave him a drink, arranged her ideas and began "I have some explaining to do ... this town, this town is not like the others, there's something here as a man you're interested, there is something in the way of the things that creates a phenomenon extremely bizarre, a problem for us, for you, eventually, who has broken the order of life and interrupted its course, affecting every man who lives here, marked forever, some say that makes us better, which forces us to try harder , to throw forward and can not in our shortcomings but the thing is, to make the story short (haha), that in high school, when the appetite is asleep or waking up, girls in this town, absolutely all girls, are taken a mountain for 6 years, there are many theories as fools in the world, but nobody really knows what goes on that mountain, one more than them, women of our people know exactly who they are ... we know is what happens next, when they return, they return with a standard in men unreal, imaginary, and when they come violently with the sexually frustrated that the insane hope not find what they want and they are virgins, we traveled to johns of other peoples throughout the school and have wild sex and obscene all our youth. but with them back, travel and have just started the infinite and maniacal mission to conquer them, so beautiful and firm and perfect, so full of delicious fresh youth, but no one has sex here than homosexuals and 3 types genetically perfect with its 3 respective girlfriends, also own good genes ... you will witness what I say next week when school starts. you are very nice and all, but you can not get a goal, do not let you get close to some point, do not spend their impenetrable barrier if you say or do the wrong thing and that can be anything ... from batting poorly or have strong opinions about what it is and if you're ugly or / and fat are lost. Perhaps you think I'm kidding you, but see, I have something to teach "and found rolled up his right arm, it was incredibly muscular, then rolled up the left that was contrasting thin," shit "I murmured, impressed" no kidding, my dude, you're about to enter the most ruthless desert sex, sexual troughs filled tragically useless ... oh and another thing, the women of this town are famous in the region for its beauty, you will never feel as eager as when you put your eyes in our female population. felt he had to warn you, I enjoy few things more "laughed, leaned back with his coffee in his hands and took it with a twitch in the eye and markedly anxious. I could not breathe," virgin "was heard in the back of my mind, I hate virgins all virgins who had met in my life on my mental screen reappeared. "I want to be an actress because I'm beautiful" "I'm waiting for the right" is my day of the month, had never desvirginizado someone, but oh God as we had tried and it was impossible even with mediocre expectations girls. was now in a town full of them, damn my luck. "Thanks ... I guess," he said with his mouth and his face was saying "asshole", I turned off my freshly lit cigarette, I took the rest of my coffee from a drink and left. do not know what to do about all this, "virgin" I think back to my house, along the boulevards super parents, "Surely that is a bumbling idiot and not get anything and just fucked me," trying to convince, but there was no let me believe it. I got home, I sat down to watch TV and fell asleep. I dreamed that I dried and I liked the whistle.
spend the rest of the week working out and reading philosophy super-thick, had to prepare, if it was true, for the greatest battle of my life. The first day I bathed methodically, I managed with extreme care hair, put on my best clothes, the most expensive and newly purchased, I brushed my teeth so hard that my mouth was full of blood and left determined, sure of me same, feeling a champion, nothing could stop me, "veni, vidi, vici, veni, vidi, vici, veni, vidi, vici, veni, vidi, vici!" I was saying the whole way. I arrived and was greeted by an army of perfect creatures, insurmountable representatives of my favorite genre, superb examples of beauty that can be humans, seemed to cast their own light and was dazzled almost blind. I fixed the hair and, upon entering, I was entering another dimension, a better dimension. fascinated walked through the halls, letting go, receiving flowers and fanfare in my heart, my sex, my head bursting and imitating the earth, rotating and traveling. "Oh Christ" I said, reaching an orgasm. "Virgin?" threatened, mocking and arrogant, "no more." I went to my first class and I got to work. I met several classmates that day and planted the seed my friends in the fertile soil of their souls. classes are over and I felt I did well, I could not start better, I did not notice anything that guy told me, all welcomed me with open arms, all were willing to be my friends, "nice and it" sounded eerily in my head, but was ruled out by the evidence collected that day can not be true, it may not be virgins, more than ever thought the guy was just some asshole and eventually I was sure they were all lies. back to my house I thought to devote only one, instead of dividing my efforts in a number. I quit my job to find the perfect girl to drop it all the weight of my love. during the month, I met many potential candidates and the beginning of the new had already chosen, pamela. was my friend and we had friends in common, we liked the same things and shared a sense of humor. strangely never went out two of us, always inviting, but she refused by this or that reason. did not give much importance, he thought, thanks to my low self-esteem, which I did not like, but I would not give up just like that, would be that as it may conquer. asked her friends about it, but I did not get clear answers. the truth would be discovered a terrible September night. was at a party school, drinking and having fun, when I met her. and we talked more, spent significant time and just drunk. at one point she was quiet and I saw his eyes, I said nothing too, "something happens" I thought, never suspecting what was about to come. "I" started, "oh no" I knew right away, my heart was beating very fast, "I am," he repeated, ah felt broke inside me, that at any time fill the floor with my gut, "virgin." "Shit, it's true ... it is true!" I shouted to heaven, "oh ok" I said, stupefied, dazed, stood and left. That night I dreamed I was lost in a labyrinth where he died miserably.
our friendship withered and died. "Fuck" and I ended up saying after another, but with identical results. I followed and after a thousand more, all virgins, all wanting nothing to do with me. cried in my bed, watching my roof, cursing that fucking town, cursing them and cursing me for being me and do not fit your idea of \u200b\u200ba man. "Why?" I wondered, "What did I do wrong?" I was obsessed with the idea, a mystery without an answer. every time I masturbated more and settled on my chest a feeling of regret. was a poor man. came a point I tried to take it with philosophy and go out walking for hours, plotting action plans in retrospect were just desperate for a naive delusion alone. the great courage that I have in the heart swelled and I decided to fight. and I fought, I fought like I had never fought in my life, I struggled until I fell to the ground all broken emotionally by rejection and saw the magnitude of the problem, warning the man lived sucker was like pushing a fucking mountain, it was like trying to reach the moon, could not be done, would have to totally be me to start seeing results. everything was in the shit when someone told me about a support group at church, at first I dismissed as trash, but when my options homosexuality became the most popular the young men, suicide or group, I opted for the group. were the most pathetic in the world. We read poems they wrote to the women of the village, we taught our wedding pictures of hugging and crying, pretending that he was hugging the girl we were obsessed and we told him how much we had hurt. I went to the group as 2 weeks and then I realized that making love gay men is less than what took place in that church. I thought all was lost, the hope was rotten and ready to take my things and leave this damn town. put boxes in my car when it was kind of the "no escape" he said seriously, seeing carefully "to the place where women go and you look like monsters fuck the double." "Fuck!" I yelled without seeing it and without stopping, "asexuality is the answer," he said as punishment, seeing the floor, smoking. "Asexuality?" I repeated, confused. "It is.'s What I do and since I've deleted, with the help of marijuana and strength of will, all sexual desire, life has not been more humorous" went a bit "to see the poor idiots crash million times against the wall of ice that protects the heart of these women is great fun, "he leaned against the car and saw the horizon," I've seen and I think you have the strength to overcome this terrible disease " I saw him seriously interested in proposing "disease?" I repeated, "Yes, the worst of all." I leaned against the car myself. "To go to hell" I said, releasing her bitterness, yet free of the martyrdom of desire "to hell?" "Yes, fuck", I was pensive for a few seconds, I remembered that I once had dignity and respect for myself, I remembered those times when going back and forth with my head held high, with no concern whatsoever, without that nagging feeling of anxiety, without being hot all the time, "ok" I said, watching, smiling, "to hell." "Taking" I gave a joint super fat smelly "need this" "but I do not I do drugs, "I confessed, feeling like a baby." is your medicine "and smoked and laughed all afternoon.
gradually disappearing and the desire was due to the effect of my medicine saw village women more as art, as moving sculptures and paintings that spoke that as sacks of sex than previously thought. the place of tears and misery was taken by the laughter and happiness. the type and I sat in school, drugged out of our minds, and laughed at the poor fools who tried unsuccessfully to link women who die without knowing true love. one day someone came back to town and, while things in your car down, I invited him to a coffee had something important to tell.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
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November 20: VideoNOdanza and 1910Revolución2010
AT 19 HRS invite you to participate in the Flash Mob 1910Revolución2010 organized by the Collective Ruta4:
"To commemorate the centenary of the Mexican Revolution propose an action. understand the term in the conception of art, arises from the performance: the artistic act that takes place throughout the body, we'll all participants-in a space-Mexico-and time-to nineteen hours ten minutes from the November 20, 2010 "We
hoisted a white flag and remain silent for 3 minutes. 
VideoNOdanza : 5 premieres to celebrate the audiovisual revolution
Shake and Serve and invite Don Apolonio:
Saturday Nov 20, 20 HRS in the presence of the authors
Program:
Narcolepsy (Collective 0710 / 4 min/DF/2010)
The Pedestrian (Paola De La Concha / 4 min/Puebla/2010)
visual music (César López-Robert Ruge / 2 min/Puebla/2010)
Bliss (Amira Ramírez / 6 min / Puebla/2010)
Domestic (Andrés Castañeda / 2 min/DF/2010)
Khemeia Digital Test One: TIME (Adrian Romero Gabriela Segovia-Luciana Ruiz/5min/DF/2010)
Anatomy of Melancholy (Nuria Fragoso / 6 min/DF/2010) EMPAC Dance Movies Comissiona 2010
Shake and Serve and invite Don Apolonio:
Saturday Nov 20, 20 HRS in the presence of the authors
Program:
Narcolepsy (Collective 0710 / 4 min/DF/2010)
The Pedestrian (Paola De La Concha / 4 min/Puebla/2010)
visual music (César López-Robert Ruge / 2 min/Puebla/2010)
Bliss (Amira Ramírez / 6 min / Puebla/2010)
Domestic (Andrés Castañeda / 2 min/DF/2010)
Khemeia Digital Test One: TIME (Adrian Romero Gabriela Segovia-Luciana Ruiz/5min/DF/2010)
Anatomy of Melancholy (Nuria Fragoso / 6 min/DF/2010) EMPAC Dance Movies Comissiona 2010
"To commemorate the centenary of the Mexican Revolution propose an action. understand the term in the conception of art, arises from the performance: the artistic act that takes place throughout the body, we'll all participants-in a space-Mexico-and time-to nineteen hours ten minutes from the November 20, 2010 "We
hoisted a white flag and remain silent for 3 minutes.
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NOTHING IS EMPTY : Performance and Dance Visual
Direction: Amira Ramírez Salgado
visual Production: Nomad, Amira and Alfredo Ramírez Vázquez
Performers: Miguel Angel Guzman, Lourdes Roth Mayra Morales, Jonathan Alexander Ramírez
Amira Lippincot and Production Audio: Wanderer and Amira
Ramirez Photo: Alfredo Salgado Vázquez Gutiérrez and Kitzia
**** Nothing is void is a work in progress of experimental dance and visual performance that explores the facets and layers that construct our corporeality. Explore a malleable body / the body transforms. 7 is a series of scenes or moving images to be manipulated in vivo with the projection.
This work is worked with dancers and visual artists, is a proposal that uses dance as a discourse open and accessible to other media. Ultiza also the element of the image as a possibility but in the performance and the body as where all powers are exercised social.
This work was supported by the Program of Incentives for Artistic Creation of the State of Puebla (FOESCAP 2010) 
Direction: Amira Ramírez Salgado
visual Production: Nomad, Amira and Alfredo Ramírez Vázquez
Performers: Miguel Angel Guzman, Lourdes Roth Mayra Morales, Jonathan Alexander Ramírez
Amira Lippincot and Production Audio: Wanderer and Amira
Ramirez Photo: Alfredo Salgado Vázquez Gutiérrez and Kitzia
**** Nothing is void is a work in progress of experimental dance and visual performance that explores the facets and layers that construct our corporeality. Explore a malleable body / the body transforms. 7 is a series of scenes or moving images to be manipulated in vivo with the projection.
This work is worked with dancers and visual artists, is a proposal that uses dance as a discourse open and accessible to other media. Ultiza also the element of the image as a possibility but in the performance and the body as where all powers are exercised social.
This work was supported by the Program of Incentives for Artistic Creation of the State of Puebla (FOESCAP 2010)
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akousmatikoi Concert Talk and Fernando Aguirre
Convolve Project is a collective of young composers from the Autonomous University of Puebla (BUAP). This project started in December 2008 as a proposal to promote the new music created by students of composition BUAP carried through quarterly concert tion. One of the goals main is the diffusion of contemporary music Puebla to expand their presentation at the national level and abroad.
The work of this project is instrumental works and electro mixed and collective improvisations and multimedia installations. In this way seeks to expand the interaction between the different areas of art, promoting interdisciplinary work and encouraging the participation of other similar groups to allow greater social insight.
The term was coined by acousmatic Schaeffer and Peignot. It describes a feature that is common today, but its consequences are little known yet, since it refers to listen to sounds without regard to the cause that produces them. A clear example is when we hear the radio or someone speaks to us through the phone, do not have a visual reference of what or who it is, so we assume the physical characteristics taking into account the tone of his voice, if this is serious or We defined acute if it belongs to a man or a woman to display other aspects as well as if a young person or adult, etc.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
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my friend down
pompita alonzo, the writer of this story, I was giving a lecture on his new book, celebrity gossip. " The conference took place in a small auditorium was packed. pompita, passionate, moving the hands and head, reminding one to Adolf Hitler, for his speeches, not policies. with excited shouts and gestures to the locals. Everyone applauded and passed it well, laughing and hugging. the conference is over. pompita soaked in sweat, signed impressionable young girls tits and shook the hand of men in search of identity. the auditorium was almost empty, pompita and his agent, editor and friend, Joshua, nonsense talked about, smoking cigarettes and drinking beer. "Yes, Ahuevo, rock n roll" pompita said, laughing and passing well, he and Joshua seemed to share a brain. of nowhere, like a product of spontaneous generation, came a young woman who captured the attention of our hero escabullidiza. stood with open mouth and dropped his cigarette. "Hardcore" it said in the tight pink shirt super cute brunette girl about 19 years. "Joshua" pompita whispered and turned to his friend to the preciousness approaching, the two were mesmerized by the powerful beauty. Hello pompita told, "To wave, baby" he replied and the closure of his pants was tested. one of those moments where love is born, the wind, magic and shit, was interrupted by "this is Ramirito" and she left behind a child with down, violating the time. "Child with down?" pompita asked, checking reality "serious?" did not realize how strong and said it was uncomfortable at that moment that all who know it is used. the girl regained her cool and said "yes, he is Ramirito and has Down syndrome." pompita josue and exchanged glances. "Is a great admirer of yours," said the sexy girl with her embrace around Ramirito who mumbled something incomprehensible, the young woman laughed and translated "says that you have read all your books." pompita not know what to do, just stood there, uncomfortable, very hard the downs wave took him out. the babbling down again, and backside josue automatically turned to the woman who fell into account that the two people who were in front were not so cool as he imagined, "says that invites you to dinner at his house," "ah" Alonzo and his eyes did flee to the small and, in turn, beautiful breasts, there not being handled, inviting them to grab them, "Come, come, take one", "ohh" and pompita began to drool. josue gave him a slight nudge, the woman could not go with the nefarious bastard who was in front and if not for Ramirito never have anything to do with someone like him. she was accustomed to ordinary men, possessive and insecure. "Ok" pompita said, returning from his trance. and there were 4 in a luxury car to the house where they lived Ramirito, his mother, the girl and the army of servants who depended on family to feed theirs. on the road, Ramirito, a lunchbox with pompita face, took a tangerine and offered to the writer. backside is no secret that he loves with all his heart mandarins and could not reject it even though I was psychotically sure Ramirito hand had been in frightening places. was about to say "no thanks, Ramirito small "but the beautiful and captivating Her eyes fell on him and lost control of himself." I will force you to love me "quietly threatened the woman-child, filling his mouth segments.
entered through the gate of the huge mansion. touring the magnificent gardens, pompita was pleasantly impressed by what came into his eyes, he had a secret admiration for the rich and not so secretly envied them and wished her things and luxuries. came to the main house. pompita, josue, the girl and Ramirito, down syndrome, entered a hall super father. were greeted by the maid # 43. "lady waiting for" said mistreated the status quo. Ramirito ran Pomeranian behind the pack of free running around the property, the girl followed. josue backside and followed the maid, walked about 3 km and reached a door with scenes of one of the stories of pompita spectacularly carved in them. "Forward" said the maid and said the doors, "ok!" Friends shouted. The doors opened and in front of them as no study had ever seen. "De puta madre!" alonzo exclaimed, shocked by the level of design and decoration. an elegant lady and a beautiful time in their 60's was sitting behind a desk, as he entered, he stood to receive them. "Mr. Alonzo" and offered his hand pompita took it and, feeling against his skin, he knew immediately that was something special about this lady. "Backside" josue whispered in the ear of our friend and favorite writer is Conchita Rivera "," yé yé girl 60's? " "Same" "ohh." if this was wayne's world the boys had been thrown to the ground and we would have imagined a pale imitation of that gag as father, but as this is only a short story, josue and backside were left in place and felt his penis swell. "My son, as was my late husband, a big fan of yours," the woman confessed, "I love her stories and celebrity gossip, me, to be frank, I find them not the slightest grace but I'm sure I'm not part of the public, "" do not be nervous "pompita replied absently." now ... I would like to follow me into the dining room it's time to eat "and followed her to another room taken from the VH1 program. they sat and were served delicious food." Mrs. Rivera, I must say that this food has filled the void profound tore my soul "josue always been a very grateful, pompita was busy asking for more. finished eating and talked. pompita, and is unable to pass, once you give the forum, the opportunity to express their ideas more incoherent, he spoke and talked about all sorts of crazy. josue be felt a little awkward, but entertaining in Instead, a woman of the world as he saw Conchita Rivera faced "fuck, when going to shut this idiot?". finally stopped when the craving for a cigarette came to a head. "I'm going for a cigarette, nobody comes?" his companions shook their heads from left to right and repeat. backside out into the garden and found the girl, sitting with his back, singing with feeling a song of Françoise Hardy's favorite alonzo, je n 'attends plus personne. " smoked pompita charged in a column, watching the young woman moved to sing like an angel. backside over and approached her, clapping, making funny. women to see our hero, first startled and then made faces of disgust. "Mind if I accompany you?" did not have time to answer, sat down and started talking about unimportant things. the girl I wanted to mourn when pompita asked her out, she could not help but giggle derogatory and knew it was the time to put this asshole in his place. "At first, someone like me never, never! Go out with someone like you. On second, you are the most megalomaniac, narcissistic, egocentric world, you call yourself a writer when all they do is steal ideas from others and them in with profanity and nonsense. I think you are funny, but really only feel sorry. me a favor and leave me peace and never to speak in your life, immediately at the end, the girl stood up and was gone for good.'s violent psychological slap the smile faded backside and put in place a look of sadness. there he sat, with cold, feeling like a dog, seeing, under the gray sky, the huge garden extended as far as the eye. Ramirito at that moment arrived, accompanied pompita and leaned her head on his shoulder. "Ramirito oh, you're my friend" placed his hand on the cheek of Ramirito, "my friend down." josue came to find this tender scene. "pompita! Time to go! "and there were two, back to their lives, with a new friend and a super funny story to tell. 
pompita alonzo, the writer of this story, I was giving a lecture on his new book, celebrity gossip. " The conference took place in a small auditorium was packed. pompita, passionate, moving the hands and head, reminding one to Adolf Hitler, for his speeches, not policies. with excited shouts and gestures to the locals. Everyone applauded and passed it well, laughing and hugging. the conference is over. pompita soaked in sweat, signed impressionable young girls tits and shook the hand of men in search of identity. the auditorium was almost empty, pompita and his agent, editor and friend, Joshua, nonsense talked about, smoking cigarettes and drinking beer. "Yes, Ahuevo, rock n roll" pompita said, laughing and passing well, he and Joshua seemed to share a brain. of nowhere, like a product of spontaneous generation, came a young woman who captured the attention of our hero escabullidiza. stood with open mouth and dropped his cigarette. "Hardcore" it said in the tight pink shirt super cute brunette girl about 19 years. "Joshua" pompita whispered and turned to his friend to the preciousness approaching, the two were mesmerized by the powerful beauty. Hello pompita told, "To wave, baby" he replied and the closure of his pants was tested. one of those moments where love is born, the wind, magic and shit, was interrupted by "this is Ramirito" and she left behind a child with down, violating the time. "Child with down?" pompita asked, checking reality "serious?" did not realize how strong and said it was uncomfortable at that moment that all who know it is used. the girl regained her cool and said "yes, he is Ramirito and has Down syndrome." pompita josue and exchanged glances. "Is a great admirer of yours," said the sexy girl with her embrace around Ramirito who mumbled something incomprehensible, the young woman laughed and translated "says that you have read all your books." pompita not know what to do, just stood there, uncomfortable, very hard the downs wave took him out. the babbling down again, and backside josue automatically turned to the woman who fell into account that the two people who were in front were not so cool as he imagined, "says that invites you to dinner at his house," "ah" Alonzo and his eyes did flee to the small and, in turn, beautiful breasts, there not being handled, inviting them to grab them, "Come, come, take one", "ohh" and pompita began to drool. josue gave him a slight nudge, the woman could not go with the nefarious bastard who was in front and if not for Ramirito never have anything to do with someone like him. she was accustomed to ordinary men, possessive and insecure. "Ok" pompita said, returning from his trance. and there were 4 in a luxury car to the house where they lived Ramirito, his mother, the girl and the army of servants who depended on family to feed theirs. on the road, Ramirito, a lunchbox with pompita face, took a tangerine and offered to the writer. backside is no secret that he loves with all his heart mandarins and could not reject it even though I was psychotically sure Ramirito hand had been in frightening places. was about to say "no thanks, Ramirito small "but the beautiful and captivating Her eyes fell on him and lost control of himself." I will force you to love me "quietly threatened the woman-child, filling his mouth segments.
entered through the gate of the huge mansion. touring the magnificent gardens, pompita was pleasantly impressed by what came into his eyes, he had a secret admiration for the rich and not so secretly envied them and wished her things and luxuries. came to the main house. pompita, josue, the girl and Ramirito, down syndrome, entered a hall super father. were greeted by the maid # 43. "lady waiting for" said mistreated the status quo. Ramirito ran Pomeranian behind the pack of free running around the property, the girl followed. josue backside and followed the maid, walked about 3 km and reached a door with scenes of one of the stories of pompita spectacularly carved in them. "Forward" said the maid and said the doors, "ok!" Friends shouted. The doors opened and in front of them as no study had ever seen. "De puta madre!" alonzo exclaimed, shocked by the level of design and decoration. an elegant lady and a beautiful time in their 60's was sitting behind a desk, as he entered, he stood to receive them. "Mr. Alonzo" and offered his hand pompita took it and, feeling against his skin, he knew immediately that was something special about this lady. "Backside" josue whispered in the ear of our friend and favorite writer is Conchita Rivera "," yé yé girl 60's? " "Same" "ohh." if this was wayne's world the boys had been thrown to the ground and we would have imagined a pale imitation of that gag as father, but as this is only a short story, josue and backside were left in place and felt his penis swell. "My son, as was my late husband, a big fan of yours," the woman confessed, "I love her stories and celebrity gossip, me, to be frank, I find them not the slightest grace but I'm sure I'm not part of the public, "" do not be nervous "pompita replied absently." now ... I would like to follow me into the dining room it's time to eat "and followed her to another room taken from the VH1 program. they sat and were served delicious food." Mrs. Rivera, I must say that this food has filled the void profound tore my soul "josue always been a very grateful, pompita was busy asking for more. finished eating and talked. pompita, and is unable to pass, once you give the forum, the opportunity to express their ideas more incoherent, he spoke and talked about all sorts of crazy. josue be felt a little awkward, but entertaining in Instead, a woman of the world as he saw Conchita Rivera faced "fuck, when going to shut this idiot?". finally stopped when the craving for a cigarette came to a head. "I'm going for a cigarette, nobody comes?" his companions shook their heads from left to right and repeat. backside out into the garden and found the girl, sitting with his back, singing with feeling a song of Françoise Hardy's favorite alonzo, je n 'attends plus personne. " smoked pompita charged in a column, watching the young woman moved to sing like an angel. backside over and approached her, clapping, making funny. women to see our hero, first startled and then made faces of disgust. "Mind if I accompany you?" did not have time to answer, sat down and started talking about unimportant things. the girl I wanted to mourn when pompita asked her out, she could not help but giggle derogatory and knew it was the time to put this asshole in his place. "At first, someone like me never, never! Go out with someone like you. On second, you are the most megalomaniac, narcissistic, egocentric world, you call yourself a writer when all they do is steal ideas from others and them in with profanity and nonsense. I think you are funny, but really only feel sorry. me a favor and leave me peace and never to speak in your life, immediately at the end, the girl stood up and was gone for good.'s violent psychological slap the smile faded backside and put in place a look of sadness. there he sat, with cold, feeling like a dog, seeing, under the gray sky, the huge garden extended as far as the eye. Ramirito at that moment arrived, accompanied pompita and leaned her head on his shoulder. "Ramirito oh, you're my friend" placed his hand on the cheek of Ramirito, "my friend down." josue came to find this tender scene. "pompita! Time to go! "and there were two, back to their lives, with a new friend and a super funny story to tell.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
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