was amazing! This is the first time in my life I went to a concert, a real spread energy of all people. Belting out their songs, especially this, which is very beautiful, they share them.
I just got an award " This Blog is also feminine and smart " and I owe it to Nikkita a friend with a very interesting blog that I invite you to read http://holocaustoenespanol.blogspot.com/ There we will learn a time in our history that we must not forget ever, if we want to be coden to repeat it.
Of course, this award brings some requirements Display
image of the prize. Put
link the person who gave it to you. Choose
7 people (preferably female but not necessary) for fun.
write a message on his blog to know their prize.
Write 7 strange things, rare or different from you.
think they are not rare for me, but I can not think of anything else.
1. I love the sound of car tires on the wet from the rain, I was numb.
2. I think there is no greater judge than your own sense of guilt. Although there are some who feel that they have guilt.
3. I have fear of loneliness, but I love being alone, or be reversed?
4. I love historical documentaries, watching life pass me alone.
5. At thirteen I decided that I would not take, or smoke anymore, and it is now time that mucus and I still take or drink.
6. Motorcycle run in torrential rain.
7. I think coffee is a ritual, not only warms me, I am also comforted, I am accompanied but is alone and if you take someone and accompanies a good conversation, is a divine pleasure.
Blogs to which I pass the prize affection and because I think the seat of the woman, intellectually speaking, at this time, has exceeded all expectation, beyond our fundamental role as mothers, grandmothers, girlfriends, daughters and sisters. I think we can be very sensitive, tender, strong, courageous, sexy and very smart intellectually and emotionally.
A Fabia "Even without having all clear" http://aunsintenernadaclaro.blogspot.com/ For his beautiful poems, their sensitivity, tenderness, for giving me time out of their space, get a lift when I'm down anymore and let me be your friend.
A Melissa Utopia http://melmayer.blogspot.com/ Because I feel pride and admiration for her for all that transmitted his poetry from such a young age. (My little baby)
A Vangelis Thoughts Vangelis " http://vangelisa-almasperdidas.blogspot.com/ 's versatility and show all facets of art in its various blogs, " Vangelis " "Vangelis drawing", "Enigmas Fantasies." Draw is poet, storyteller, and a woman of this era concerned about the world we live.
A Cyber \u200b\u200bGrandma "Grandma Cyber \u200b\u200bcradling words" http://abuelaciber1000.blogspot.com/ For your messages, thoughts, being a woman today in which I learn every day .
A Silvia "flessibile strumento per l'Igiene mentale ..." http://lostuzzicamente.blogspot.com/ For their campaigns in defense of women against violence and especially his concern for women in today's society. We always find your message alla violenza sulle donne No and not the issues that focuses forgets the touch of sensuality and flirtation that women should not lose ever.
A Leticia "Women pagan" http://mujerespaganas.blogspot.com/ For all that is allowing me to learn from his philosophy of life and concern by women who suffer from some form of marginalization or cruelty in the world.
Now I have to tell each of them.
Pd: Always respect the thinking of each and if the prize plubican custiones particular philosophy, I will not offend. Kisses for all.
Back to college has been one of the best things that has been happening in recent times. I feel renewed, wanting to live, to learn. If my mother were alive, would be happy. So I dedicate this post to my mother, who always cared for their children to study and come out ahead, despite adverse circumstances. Despite being left alone with three young children, I saw get down and go to college and large, always said it's never too late to start studying. So I tell my mother that I started the postragrdo I wanted to study for years. José M ª paraphrase Arguedas, Peruvian writer say: "I'm making my mother," I owe her my desire to continue studying. I wish my mother were with me, but I know there wherever you are, be happy for me. I love you Mom, I miss you.
Yesterday at 12:55 noon it was cute Zambito Arturo "Zambo" Cavero. This video is very special for Peruvians, here was recognized as the two great interpreters of the vals criollo of Peru, and Artistic Heritage of America at the Organization of American States. Arthur sings in this video at full volume and change the letter to make more sense than it already is. Accompanying the first Oscar Avilés Peru guitar, the lyrics are of great Augusto Polo Campos. This song was made to lift the morale of the Peruvian and proud of being born in this beautiful corner of the world. Here is the lyrics of this beautiful Peruvian waltz. It is said that these great artists ovation lasted about fifteen minutes. Rest in peace cute little black and polished .....( pardon the French)
Viva el Peru Carajo!
Contigo Peru
(Vals Peruano) Lyrics: Augusto Polo fields
When they wake up my eyes and see that I'm living with you , Peru, excited thank heaven for giving me life with you , Peru.
are very large and will remain, we are all with you, Peru. On my chest I your colors and you are my love, Peru. We your children and and so we will join you succeed, Peru. United
Coast, along the Sierra Forest together with you, Peru. Kingdom work together sport, united the North, Central and South. To succeed, Peruvians, who are brothers is made win our gratitude.
I'll give you life and when I die, I will join on earth you, Peru.
No doubt a sunny day brings life, joy, and makes us forget even for a moment our deepest sorrows. Thus I decided to finish this slide on a Peruvian poet to whom I admire greatly and present a brief anthology of his work "Among women alone," I hope you like it. not want to leave to spend this day not to mention and pay tribute to a great singer Argentina, rather American, which has started today to find more poetry in his singing, that's for sure. I present this video with the song "Everything Changes", which was the first song I knew it, and since then I caught it. Over time I learned that the lyrics of this song belongs to the Chilean poet Numhauser July. Rest in peace my darling black. Everything changes and change, but not our appreciation, admiration and eternal affection to your sensitivity, high social work and wonderful voice.
"... Mercedes, psalm on the lips
loving mother loved American woman injured your song gives us wings and makes the country all petite and desolate not die yet, not die because they always sing in our souls ... "Words
