hi all, sorry that I left a lot to blog but I have barely time with children who do not even let me breathe and crafts and I do not have hardly any time for more ... to see if I get a day and climb a couple of recipes ... happy weekend.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Lakme Eye Pot In India
hello princess
hi all, sorry that I left a lot to blog but I have barely time with children who do not even let me breathe and crafts and I do not have hardly any time for more ... to see if I get a day and climb a couple of recipes ... happy weekend.
hi all, sorry that I left a lot to blog but I have barely time with children who do not even let me breathe and crafts and I do not have hardly any time for more ... to see if I get a day and climb a couple of recipes ... happy weekend.
Monday, July 6, 2009
Telescope In Bourne Ultimatum
The day I fell in love with Barça
was Wednesday and it was not raining. Knowing about the importance of the party decided to go to a bar somewhere to see it, but was more like a compromise, you know, like when you where an aunt who is sick, you see the opening of the Olympics or the speaker's business worldwide. I was not looking and I knew I would find love. And so was I, with a cold beer but not very good, in a bar in Asturias surrounded by white smoke and carcinogens mystery added to the atmosphere of expectation. Expectation to see a goal that seemed impossible. Were minutes not remember it in detail, but I remember what I felt powerless to think that after being faithful to their principles and delivered to the maximum, after dreaming of glory and feel, that team of stars and workers that was captivating the world is not going to get the result. I guess I'll catch the strain of people at the bar and at some point I had to pass the point of no return and heart began to desire a goal of that team. But hey, that's normal, I almost always end up supporting a team temporarily and are viewing the first phase of the Luxembourg national championship of golf mixed on ice. But deep down suspected that this time it was one of those times, something told me it was not that kind of temporary condition. 3 minutes had passed since the official time had finished and suddenly you remember? I do, center Alves mean rejection of Chelsea, convoluted and Messi played the last half of the right foot leaving a ball forced and desperate just outside the area, and then the glory, magic, Andres Iniesta kicks with his right and pushing the ball soul. And there was light, it became the goal. Hugging strangers in a bar in Asturias with my heart swelled with joy incomprehensible attempt to rationalize what I feel, give some explanation less compromising, but soon had to accept the simplest explanation to reconcile with myself and with reality. I had regained the good football, I had been retaken the goal, I was in love with the club. 
was Wednesday and it was not raining. Knowing about the importance of the party decided to go to a bar somewhere to see it, but was more like a compromise, you know, like when you where an aunt who is sick, you see the opening of the Olympics or the speaker's business worldwide. I was not looking and I knew I would find love. And so was I, with a cold beer but not very good, in a bar in Asturias surrounded by white smoke and carcinogens mystery added to the atmosphere of expectation. Expectation to see a goal that seemed impossible. Were minutes not remember it in detail, but I remember what I felt powerless to think that after being faithful to their principles and delivered to the maximum, after dreaming of glory and feel, that team of stars and workers that was captivating the world is not going to get the result. I guess I'll catch the strain of people at the bar and at some point I had to pass the point of no return and heart began to desire a goal of that team. But hey, that's normal, I almost always end up supporting a team temporarily and are viewing the first phase of the Luxembourg national championship of golf mixed on ice. But deep down suspected that this time it was one of those times, something told me it was not that kind of temporary condition. 3 minutes had passed since the official time had finished and suddenly you remember? I do, center Alves mean rejection of Chelsea, convoluted and Messi played the last half of the right foot leaving a ball forced and desperate just outside the area, and then the glory, magic, Andres Iniesta kicks with his right and pushing the ball soul. And there was light, it became the goal. Hugging strangers in a bar in Asturias with my heart swelled with joy incomprehensible attempt to rationalize what I feel, give some explanation less compromising, but soon had to accept the simplest explanation to reconcile with myself and with reality. I had regained the good football, I had been retaken the goal, I was in love with the club.
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