Everybody's Legal Glossary My Epicentre 3 / 10 (Questions, answers and a rat)

My guardian angel said what the hell am I doing here.

-Lie. Tirurirurirurí. My words have literally been ... "What ostia are you doing here?"

Whatever you say, angel mine. Now, do me a favor and go away for a while, okay?

Silence.

As the silence that you receive from me a few days ago, mother.

In a bare-knuckle fight, which mas important to anticipate the other's movement. Read in his eyes when and where to try to hit.

And I desire to embrace stupid again ... Yes. Asshole. With all the letters.

nosabeloquedice (do true honor to his aka) says:

- What is a normal day in your life?

And I can not help a smile.

In my life there is no normal days. For years now turned away from my daily routines tend to move this whole world, and believe me, no regrets.

But as I am that polite and nice guy, I'll tell you, at this point, the only constant in my life is to work in the Salt Fish Bar (c / de la Cera, 32 / El Raval BCN), from 21.00 h. to what is third.

The rest is strange because I usually write even without paper or pen, singing while walking, and when I walk test and compose guess, visited the Hotel and in the book of my life I go all hours, and chen I can not help when I'm about to cry and mourn for being so slow in starting, I get to the dishes and skewer my usual topics, and sometimes I look to heaven, even he sometimes returns me the look. But can not. It's my fault. I do not let him. Rid his steps and call a colleague. I do not know. There is everything, and almost never really wonder if this will help somewhat, if the reward will come someday ...

Como Bebo.

Normally, we go.

And I hardly think again cut my veins. CHTMLX C

Tanning Bed After Brazilian Wax My Epicentre 2 / 10 (Questions, answers and a rat)

And today in Barcelona, has a lovely day.

The Muse comes and goes, like those buses whose drivers line look bad if you commit the imprudence of speaking.

outlaw. Malcarado. Masticacucarachas.

DumDurumDurum.

Today I cast a computer. I would have preferred melting cheese, but no, look, I've had to weld a computer. I happen often. Computers do not melt. Not even cheese, indeed.

Sometimes I think something, and something happens.

If I write the word "melt", remind me to cut an ear, please. Or rather, the court is a sheep. Thanks.

nosabeloquedice speaks again.

- A refuge.

This is difficult. Thus, a boat soon, I would say that a book because there was a time when these containers-of-wisdom were the only refuge to whichrelative escape the hell in which he lived. But over time I learned to control my literary habits. Now, when I read it is because I really want to do and there is nothing pending on the agenda-that-doesn't-I have. And I enjoy more. But of course, is no longer a refuge. Before yes. And practical just escapism, but perhaps because I worked hard to make things go better me.

Yes, I'm poor as a rat, a rat but I'm happy ... If someday you see a rat smile, I'm sure. You should know. Give a little cheese and tell a joke. Good or bad, whatever. And by that I mean both the cheese and the joke.

But the truth is that the only refuge constant and true in my life was this, my city is not mine, which I will always and always just coming back. I like getting lost in it. I think the music of my best songs I've written on these streets, just walking and letting the melodies reach me, block after block, coffee after coffee, step by step ...

Although I do not know even half of what he wants, I love it.

Seriously, I do.

My city. My refuge.

And today in Barcelona, has a lovely day.

How Do I Grade My Silver Dollars My Epicentre 1 / 10 (Questions, answers and a rat) by JPdmEntE

A moment of respite. Close your eyes and wonder if this is worth it, if anyone really cares.

know yes.

Like when you realize, years later, that figure why persistent: the owl smiling on a book of dark red covers.

Castelao through. Even your name is written under the winged figure.

I wonder how it will all end. I'll leave it to others who ask. CHTM LXC

nosabeloquedice speech. I do not know where he is. I only hear his voice.

- What is your best memory?

My best memory. Vayaporchuck, we started ... I like the question, but you know how I am. Sometimes silence member, and others so verbose that scared.

Before proceeding with this warning: I do not fit as soon as my modus operandi at this time.

& nbsp;

Let us be free. Let's try, anyway.

am unable to choose a single memory. It would be unfair to others. So I'll go for more space and time.

Many, many, many years, when my brother, my mother and I moved to the village on the outskirts of Barcelona where we would live with my second father ...

remember being in the new school during the last class on a Friday storm. I've always felt like a fish in water when there is storm. Am one of those weirdos that is placednaturally to an electricity. If you want to see me in full possession of my physical and mental empowered, I drogues: Make a rain dance and turn away. Or better, come and kiss me. Sparks.

I must have been seven or eight years (1985 / 1986), and by then was already a compulsive reader Mafaldas, Thursday, Comics Forum, bologna, and Agatha Christie. But that evening the teacher gave us a book to each student (with a high percentage of savages whose only discernible human trait was that, sometimes, eating, using cutlery and opened their mouths). The book was called "Children of Glazier, orange covers, as usual in El BarcoSteam. "The teacher said we should read everything in the next three months, to what the bunch of mindless answered" Three meseeeeees Haaaaaaaaalaaaaaaaaaa ...? "Todooooo estooooooo?"

over our heads, in theory, the roof.

But to me that I never cheated. Over my head, only the sky.

roaring And the sky that afternoon, bought the same color orange-blue-purple that dominated the covers of the book that I devoured, whole, before the end of the next hour.

The most important time of my life.

I came home drunk, his heart pounding, pale but smiling, at times, then no, or yes, maybe. Did you know? I not just a book , no, not, Why? it is not just a book, say things, things for children , carles , no, just think, underneath all that there is something else and what is it you are down there, Charles? do not know, the world, I think, as I believe in you, yes, that is, the whole world, the sorrows, joys, desires, the meanness and the horrors of human beings, does all that? if does all this in a bookcovered oranges? if does all this in an orange covered book especially recommended for children from 9 years? if fucking , do not say tacos, not say you do to me, and now let me, need to think, Jo ...
Si.

Jo.

That is a good memory.

Of

before.

And at the other end of space-time, very recently, I loved the glass. Orsaid, I loved the glass so let me see through it twice, once at the beginning, at the airport, explosion of the most beautiful and magical color gray surrounding the meantime, and the other near the end, you know, when I left the elevator at the Hostal Country 1 +1 +1 and saw you there, behind the door, just like that ...

Good memories.

Of those who remember to exhale the last breath of life.

I like to live it worthwhile.

Good question, indeed.

I hope I answered.

I think this goes for long.

Dongle Emulator For Safenet Attn JotaPédmEntE ...

I write this letter, Jotape, because from your self-imposed exile on the island feel, increasingly, as in the days after waking from the coma, when we see (with no little consternation on both sides), the devil custudio I used to accompany her everywhere had disappeared without a trace.

As if by magic.

Not a farewell note, no goodbye, no goodbye.

Tell me, Jack, of whom think he learned such a procedure?

I must admit that sometimes more than we would like to acknowledge, I've been afraid (the silences-creation obliga-, the nightmares, your coolness gamble when life outside those fights where ever you get), but others have managed to make me feel so proud of you, you know ... Could only start doing the goose to resist the overwhelming urge to hug and say, loudly, which were finally on track.

And now this.

You say that this island is what you needed. Distance. Silence. Calma. Peace.

You, you, you and over you.

judge, jury, prosecutor, advocate and executioner.

All in one.

& amp; nbsp;

Cursed crust.

I miss you.

right. Since you've got there, I need you to promise me something.

Please

.

Promise me you'll do whatever you have decided to do on that island, and when you have made or found, or whatever ... Notify

, right?

Please

.

Love,

Angel

Levinelli

-your ex-guardian angel-