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The secret love. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . / A Secret Love

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... is not so secret anymore!

Look at the note I received, half hidden in my drawer ...

not bear the name of Fernando. It is a name, a time now, I see and hear and smell beyond where to go. Everyone calls will be Fernando or Fernando or know someone Fernando.

You'll remember Fernando. Working and working as a doorman in my block, always attentive, always charming, always gorgeous. Always with an impeccably smooth hair loss. Always taking walks through the gate and never granted. Always own a captivating smile. Always aware of all the neighbors, and I, even more attention to him.

you remember that one summer, trying to begin a relationship that did not know anyone in the block. We agreed the two - do not you remember? - That the secrecy was the most desirable to avoid damage to the coexistence of the building as well as agree on the certainty that
-although the two we had a certain fondness for gossip-detested that we were the object of gossip.

I remember we had started between the eyes and admiration, I wonder if by the overwhelming beauty of his body or his good opinion on issues as varied as the languor of English films or character aloof from the 3 º C or and, of course, the solution of problems related to domestic infrastructure. In a clandestine meeting at a secret meeting went increasingly seeing ourselves apart from the encontradizos between 9 am and 7 pm, with the midday break between 2 and 5. Both

commitment to put me in disguise, innocently , was seeing with my friends both in public places in the city and in my own home. Of course, I saw Fernando sometimes get to my floor with one of those friends. He, so delicate, said nothing, but the coldness that also gradually, I was showing could be a sign of his disapproval of my friends. His own visits were spaced out until it reached zero. His coldness grew so then it became in outright indifference, or perhaps anger, which did nothing but hold my interest for him.



you remember, could is Fernando. I remember still shudder to hear that name, which I go to work hours a quarter to nine instead of nine and that whenever I can, I to return to my chores street More than seven in the evening to spend not bad shot you do not know how to say hello. You can imagine I'm looking forward to seeing if I say something at noon, but you can imagine his disdain me and it confused c their interest on an assumption by another person.

avoid their presence and seek his meeting. I see and I'm not willing to talk with him. I echo their judgments successful every time I meet other neighbors and remember their opinions about them ("Be careful: the 4 th A is very hypocritical," "Today is going to be noise in the 2 º A", "The of 1 C is a leg "or" H. "The owner of 4 º C" is the one who goes for that. ") Do I still like the words he chose and the male voice that conveys! You'll know me now or looking for a second or good or looks up because he is absorbed in his notes or-ah, his sweeping smile, oh, her figure proud, oh, their eyes rather than penetrating into the conversation a new neighbor to which hatred and reodio without limit.


I Thought That I Was over you / How I Was Mistaken / (...) / It Was More Than I can bear / When I saw you / Walking down the road with someone new, / I Could not Believe It Was True. / It Was true, yes. / I find it hard to sleep at night. / This jealousy is burning bright. / Visions of somebody else / Torments me to destruction. / I think of him / Making, making love to you. / It's More Than I can bear!

Whenever I ask whether they still know their neighbors. I ask myself what was the real reason for his rudeness when I came to love wish me well. I remember that once I dared to ask him, he replied that it was not worth talking about it with "Why?" that still leaves me cold blood. Always

I consider the phrases that I use to make you want to have a conversation with me, that conversation becomes an approach that "I can not deceive me more, is transformed into a visit to my apartment and when then more than a year ago. Or that's three?

Nobody knows this. Nobody should be. I would die of shame if others confirm your suspicions that I am crazy about the porter of the block as hopelessly stuck in the past, and anxious for him to follow in my footsteps and give me the same number of minutes and hours and days than before.

could argue that I always forget me once. Change your floor with what it cost me to furnish it and make it mine? Speak ill of the goalkeeper to the neighbors? "Look away every time I enter and leave through the portal? "Recognizing that this was a physical chemist magnetism without much significance?


When you have to name you, / I will do it without witnesses. (...)
After having lost, or never know if you have forgotten / left tenderness or bitterness. (...)
What I feel I know / just me and my heart.

Why will not block him? Why not return to me? Why keeps tell me what is life? And why I almost never talk about their customs, their problems and joys, their views on the neighbors, of how the scorecard?


Way thinking about going back slowly.

I always pose the rejection that I expect to feel when that day which can not be more and, one day I see him sitting, I lean towards his ear and whispered:
"You're the most handsome man I know.

Patricia .


... and I crush on you.
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: put yourself in his place and think what they would do in your situation.
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political contradictions and Presentation of the Book of Dr. Abimael Guzmán

Sendero Luminoso and violence policy Peruvians exposed as cannon fodder at the mercy of governments under the pretext of fighting terrorism sowed terror and death in Peru of the 80 and 90. Publications that continue to feed literature's war comrade Gonzalo point to turn the page of this black history was not created by Sendero Luminoso, but also helps his boss Abimael Guzman who themselves Marxist leaders delegitimize any endowment policy. It would be irrational to justify the massacres against our brothers of the Andes in South America, the exercise of violence should be central to the political respect, the heroic sacrifice Peruvians are in the field of survivors who had to stand up against Sendero Luminoso and also against the ruling elites Peru. Did not measure the results of Machiavelli Senderista is a-scientist, a-revolutionary, and at least antisocial to merit a historical or political advocacy. The assumption Peruvian political vanguard and the black tale of his supporters required readings memory and more transparent. Unlike the "Peruvian revolutionaries" keep silent accomplice who allegedly benefited in the race. Cannibalism of traditional organizations and the absence of cultural structures that have a building less pamphlet also contributes to the obscurantism of the Peruvian base behind Hiking seeking revenge against the oppressive system ...

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Patricia's grandparents. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . / Patricia's grandparents

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This is the band sound, but you wanted it to be that at the end.


Hardly anyone remembers Patricia , so it's still attractive. In fact, I have had it to remember the sensualist. She told me that he will have forgotten many aspects of their lives. So I wanted to take this opportunity to talk about his family. Patricia was born

young parents. His mother came from another continent. Sensualist who says I can not remember which, but knowing that is several thousands of miles away, it does not matter much. His parents lived the years of childhood until his mother Patricia went to her country origin.

Soon, his father -object of a mixture of reverence and fear hidden by Patricia, went to live with one of the most active women who have known these places: very restless, full of personality and always surprising. Enough for these three traits is not easy to deal with the grandparents of our protagonist. His father could live a while with that woman that eventually moved to the big city in search of stronger sensations.


Splendor here and now

Patricia went to live with her father until she gave the first step in living with a person chosen by love and ended how it ended, if not you remember, look here í. Visit from time to time her father, gives him hours of shallow conversation and then, more satisfied with his own patience of his generosity, he retires to his bachelor pad loss avoidance plan in the form of travel .

But who is to visit more grandparents, parents of his father, the same difficulty that led to the new relationship of his son. With them you can talk about the little things wrong that supports children's father. Sometimes, he asks his grandmother for the past. Grandmother runs away with short sentences, but Patricia is keen enough to give shape to the puzzle.

This grandmother of Patricia, the other grandparents were on another continent, married young to a military . It was the perfect marriage who lived in a perfect house located in the most desirable avenue a perfect city. The military husband was offered a position far away, on an island in the midst of difficult and temperatures excruciating waves. Accepted. Her grandmother did not accept the same way, but there were two until it began to fear for the health of your small and your baby. There came a time when both waves as temperatures joined terrible earthquake and, then, Patricia's grandmother decided to leave her husband on that desert island and return to the city of perfection.

Patricia's grandfather stayed in that sea. The grandmother raised her two children on her own until other h om b re , the most fun I ever met, he decided to accompany her. The two children were already over and Patricia had been born, so that both Patricia's grandparents took to a hedonistic life without risks. But, alas, the funny man was much older than this mother of two children and, when they began to ache discussions of old age, he went to another world.


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Patricia's grandmother returned to solitude, this time without children that they had occupied. Grandmother and mother for a professional, this was a trap, the perfect city looked like a cave with stalactites about to break and fall on his head faded.

was curious and so had one day to own Patricia received a Christmas card from an older soldier. There was a reecuentro which ended in marriage. remarried callers. The old soldier promised he would not flee to any island they had come back with, "he said literally, his girlfriend of a lifetime. The idyll did not last. The soldier did not want to but a nurse, that kind of caretaker which sends him and not let you send. Patricia's grandmother now lives alone with a company absent. These are the grandparents of Patricia to her visit to try them greening existence. Just get it. When Patricia leaves, both grandparents leave: a different rooms under one roof.

completes the sensualist to tell the story of the family of Patricia. Finally, I taught a lines written by Pat, as he calls it:

is not mine this lineage:
the family together for prayer,
the hatred of patience,
the same that rests on the bitterness.
is not mine this line of patriots.
But it is not a pedigree: it is a caste.

do not know if Patricia writes well. We know you want to tell us that around the bars of a cage they call family. Verbal incontinence becomes sensual ask you: Is it true that the cage can be a family? What establishes rules contrary to coexistence? What abides by decisions of the highest echelons of power, military course? What sometimes is not ours that lineage?
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Mom do you like that to worry!
stated in the soundtrack.

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Brighten up your color / Colors Of Your Color

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pursue in this forest / colors in your color

The colors this blog not that they are very original. Design is not, really. Free colors, devoid of objects and beings are always original. This is a tale of two exhibitions that are not minimally should lose no art lover.

A color chart is - R einventing Colour 1950 to Today, which, he assures me the sensualist, he had the good fortune to see last year in Liverpool (United Kingdom). It reached a blinding colors, intensity and grandeur that are presented by a variety of artists who can find you deep into this captivating pres entation . Visit it virtually.

In this exhibition, the sensualist, increasingly permeable to all plastic, reached the ecstasy works its Ellsworth Kelly, who considers the best of living painters and deserves a blog integer. Others are not bad are Yves Klein-blue-and specialist Frank Stella, the most seemingly naïve. Ellsworth Kelly, ú or c or


tacky 'guilty pleasure '

The other exhibition you can still go. In the center José Guerrero, next to the Cathedral of Granada (Spain), are often interesting things (Oh, no, better avoid the word "interesting" and its forms, which usually means "boring"). Cromocronías is anything but boring: It is amazing what gives color to expose himself, only colors.

Of all the exposure-plus rare than Liverpool, "what he called attention to the sensual videos were two: one, by the Albanian Anri Sala , illustrates how they are decorated the chromatically once oppressive streets of Tirana to keep away the past and the squalor, and a video of Stephen Dean documents the Hindu festival of Holi in Utter Pradesh, in which clouds are created based red and blue pigments released into the crowd (such as tomatine even more varied and less violent).


This video is no exposure, but may be worth.

We could not enter without images in black and white song about colors, without getting to any particular, he likes this sensualist. It's a song tape, which would chevy. is "Colours by Numbers" Culture Club , coplita soft as her own but unforgettable. On the other hand ....


Modern


The antique

What do you think about these songs dedicated to colors in general? We also have to answer the obvious question: What color like more? Sorry: you have to choose. Ah, what you do not care about colors? A flags fans and supporters of soccer teams, that is, half of humanity, they care a lot. What can be in love with more than one?

Know that the preferred sensualist could be no other than ... red. Vale is unfaithful to the purple. And orange. And do not tell me that black and fuchsia are fascinating!

told the anecdote: I say to you pirra sensualist that of combine different shades of the same color while in jacket, shirt, socks, underwear, watches and glasses. Once Upon a friend's fabulous creator blog manaboutworld and said "Why not also the same color pants?" The same day I was going to tell the capricious last purchase has been made (the swatch a collection of watches blinding that, fortunately, is on track to run out), but we'll leave for another day. There are more days than colors. No doubt. Although not as exciting.

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