I Love Pokemon In Mandarin

What?

long time ago that I'm here. I do not know if this place is really a figment of my imagination or worse, is real. I tried to think through my situation, but how much looking for answers, more questions found. Waiting

. Looking

horizon. Empty. No sign of the coming, but I knew that at some time would come. Was always at least one I thought. It was timely, not our way, never was, but never really cared. He fulfilled his role to perfection, that was what I was afraid and what really puzzled me.

Cold burned my face, the solitude around me was a more tragic situation. I started thinking. Something not-so-rare in these situations. The images were mixed, armed puzzle with things of the past was impossible. Torture. Necessary torture by the way, one can not cope with these situations without your faithful friend memory.

He still did not come. I really did not matter because at that time, did not care if he came or not. When the hopelessness is stronger than logic and all that third world and nothing matters. At these times, when one is fully paid is when he appears. He is an expert.

the distance is about slowly, but deadly. You try to find the right words but know that when you have face to face no word in the world is useful.

He stopped in front of me, how should attend to my call. Powerful and skilled, welcomed me, as opening a door. I climbed the stairs that gave me with some suspicion, that's when I see it completely. There were people like me, but it seemed that none saw the other as blind or they realized that there was someone around.

suddenly knew what to do, I could not stay silent, not now, should deal with it. I ordered the words previously thought. In vain. Just say I got more subtle, more routine, more deadly:

-90, teacher.
There was an interminable silence.
- How far do you kid?


long time ago that I'm here. Waiting.

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A day in the life



Today I walked past a newsstand and saw the top of page 12 which said that the situation was stable, the opposition is hopeful and the conflict became normal. And I thought this was obvious, since the present government had always managed without any problems and was not involved in any case of corruption, violence and abuse to freedom of expression.
After I get home, turn on the TV and I see that Channel 9 (better known as "channel Hadad") Chiche "Mevistocomoelorto" Gelblung was going through a sort of biography of Alfredo "Yuyito" De Angeli (s) by making it a leader and representative of the people and ousted the incumbent government. This seemed odd coming from such good people as Hadad, Longobardi & Co. Gelblung. He is also obvious that the field represents the people, as are Grobocopatel, Reutemann and other small soy producers who struggle for social equality and never supported any coup or illegally enriched themselves or together with a shovel for a couple of years. Ezequiel
Eufrasio
After I pass an image Olé where Roger put FedEx as the reigning Uinbledón. Then I think maybe D'Elia is right and Clarín lie, but that is not possible because it makes independent journalism 60 years ago and never sold rotten meat. In addition, the director / owner / capomafia, the respectable Lady of Noble, had nothing to do with expropriation of children during the dictatorship. Not at all. Then I put

Channel 7 and was Badia. And the program was good, had some guys who played the bass drum.
Copa.

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Any idiot has a blog - The Return

At some point we had to return. A short textit.
can be read in three different ways, at Rayuela say: "The conventional
reading the story from beginning to end without any special features.
"The second option is to read only the sentences highlighted in bold.
"The third and final (and no less important) is to read only the sub-story consists of the sentences as usual (without bold or anything).
The last sentence, it is common to all three stories.

A man walks down a dark street. knows he is alone. The road seems endless . Man thinks. Looks in its memory. images come to mind. distant memory, so distant that seem unreal. begins to run. The images are becoming stronger. does not figure out how it got there. Was he alive? Was he dead? The street is getting narrower. It's so thin he can barely walk. Perhaps we would be going crazy? The thoughts overwhelm him. Need to escape from that state. At the end of the road appears a door. Opens. Suddenly a blinding light reveals amazing. before your eyes get a room with a mirror in the center. Look in the mirror and sees a man just like him. He sees himself.

But is not it.