taken my Blog Re-Addicted to Teleserie Brazilian
I say, this being in the house pleases me too. Sharing my time between my mother's work and housework, looking paste, I visited my soap opera and social networks be it facebook, twitter, and even commented on TV and I have appointed (red face of shame) and today I gave abandoned my blog.
is that sometimes we had so much to say and a synthesis that does not express what I feel. That's why e taken up this pathway as a relief.
perhaps I'm writing myself, but I tell you (or writer), I enjoy reading me. I cringe and fall well.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
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Since I'm at home (Labor's mother), me and become addicted to a Brazilian soap opera called "India." This production, like so many of Globo, is truly spectacular. A photograph, costumes, music and ma-ra-vi-llo-sos. Wave induced
This reminded me very silly movie, but not so bad, called The Guru, in which a song they can dance, Bollywood-style
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I'm not here, nor am beyond my core
What a great letter. It's something that comes very close to me I feel like mine.
I remember my mom playing guitar with his songbook years of the magazine that bike (I think) singing this song. remember having sung but today I realized what it means to me. Besides the nostalgia of my times as a child's letter reflects me completely.
I love the sea and the woman crying
the swallows and the poor ladies jump
balconies and open windows
and girls in April
I like wine as much as the flowers
and lovers, but not Mr.
I love being friends with the thieves
and songs in French
I'm not here, nor am from
I have no age, no future
and be happy is my color
identity
I like being thrown in the sand always
and bicycle chase
Manuela and all the time to see the stars
with Mary in the wheat field
I'm not here, nor am from
I have no age, no future
and be happy is my color
identity
What a great letter. It's something that comes very close to me I feel like mine.
I remember my mom playing guitar with his songbook years of the magazine that bike (I think) singing this song. remember having sung but today I realized what it means to me. Besides the nostalgia of my times as a child's letter reflects me completely.
I love the sea and the woman crying
the swallows and the poor ladies jump
balconies and open windows
and girls in April
I like wine as much as the flowers
and lovers, but not Mr.
I love being friends with the thieves
and songs in French
I'm not here, nor am from
I have no age, no future
and be happy is my color
identity
I like being thrown in the sand always
and bicycle chase
Manuela and all the time to see the stars
with Mary in the wheat field
I'm not here, nor am from
I have no age, no future
and be happy is my color
identity
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neighborhood
Me and fixed, since I returned to live in the neighborhood of my childhood, how it has changed people living in the. I grew up in Vitacura, back in the distant 1980. Everything was super super than the local people were all watching and greeted with a smile on the face, Salim to give children a long laps (all afternoon) bike and friends that lasted us that day. There was no fear and no one to believe more than the other I saw no prejudice or contempt. I remember even near my house had a population mushroom, egalitarian those that showed in the movie "Machuca" is in fact based on that. Well I lived 5 blocks from the population, hence the lady came into the bathroom and we had no assaults or rape or anything like that even existed very cordial treatment. Then came the first output of mapocho laughed and razed to the population, who moved to Barnstaple now known as the "Hill 18." The face of my beloved Vitacura began to change and do not stop there. Today queridicimo and returned to my neighborhood, my own family. There are many things that are not. The new neighbors, most are sparse, difficult to January gentle greeting, do not look on your face if you, is full of 4x4 (which I love) at high speeds and led by women driving and talking on cel (without hands free).
situations in my neighborhood:
When I go to the square with my son, until the employees are haughtiness! which gives me a good laugh. Because I see the difference, where many mothers are with their mothers, to play with their children and I play with mine and ended up all covered in dust as a child more. When people greet me as strange stare. Look at me strange lullabies, not knowing if I'm the mother figure or the nanny. I am a dichotomy in Live.
My son goes there and seen the garden and other normal people who are super stretched, the aunts Trant as employees are super friendly and so little say hello to the other popes, like they're angry all the time, that if I have touched a few, thankfully.
The differences are and now paste the alcachofaso me that my cross-breeding to treat people as such, is not something that in this new vitacura be taken as social rule.
Me and fixed, since I returned to live in the neighborhood of my childhood, how it has changed people living in the. I grew up in Vitacura, back in the distant 1980. Everything was super super than the local people were all watching and greeted with a smile on the face, Salim to give children a long laps (all afternoon) bike and friends that lasted us that day. There was no fear and no one to believe more than the other I saw no prejudice or contempt. I remember even near my house had a population mushroom, egalitarian those that showed in the movie "Machuca" is in fact based on that. Well I lived 5 blocks from the population, hence the lady came into the bathroom and we had no assaults or rape or anything like that even existed very cordial treatment. Then came the first output of mapocho laughed and razed to the population, who moved to Barnstaple now known as the "Hill 18." The face of my beloved Vitacura began to change and do not stop there. Today queridicimo and returned to my neighborhood, my own family. There are many things that are not. The new neighbors, most are sparse, difficult to January gentle greeting, do not look on your face if you, is full of 4x4 (which I love) at high speeds and led by women driving and talking on cel (without hands free).
situations in my neighborhood:
When I go to the square with my son, until the employees are haughtiness! which gives me a good laugh. Because I see the difference, where many mothers are with their mothers, to play with their children and I play with mine and ended up all covered in dust as a child more. When people greet me as strange stare. Look at me strange lullabies, not knowing if I'm the mother figure or the nanny. I am a dichotomy in Live.
My son goes there and seen the garden and other normal people who are super stretched, the aunts Trant as employees are super friendly and so little say hello to the other popes, like they're angry all the time, that if I have touched a few, thankfully.
The differences are and now paste the alcachofaso me that my cross-breeding to treat people as such, is not something that in this new vitacura be taken as social rule.
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