Well actually it's my blog anniversary. My blogoversario.
Anyway, I see my first entry is dated 24 April 2007, but something does not block me because in my second entry congratulate Lucia met nine years, and his birthday was on the 19th. Anyway.
This year has been, at least, tumultuous. So I forgive you because I would have liked to have gone up more posts, and that they had had a humorous and Conon, with this sort of irreverence that I love, of continuously. But it has not always been possible and in many cases have been impregnated by a period of sadness and pessimism, somewhat erratic and sometimes unpredictable as a post-straw pee. And I have no literary pretensions, no capacity for it, what the hell!.
someone I also write about Oscar Wilde, and develop theories about whether women who smile on the subway with her legs crossed at 7 am they do, on occasion, thanks to an orgasm.
to me in that I got Colette and Lol, so thank you. Wholeheartedly.
And Chinita
And
And Isadora M.
And Milady
And Ender
And Dr. Malcolm
And Travis
And Isabel
And Guillermo
And Lobomán
And Satin
And through it all on you, Southern, you've filled out the blog of pictures and eyes the color of Biscay. And Nacho and Lucy who have shown me sometime. And the best invention of humanity (no, not penicillin or suppository insoluble. I refer to Youtube).
And if I forget someone, for which thanks.
And anonymous, sometimes not so.
And Monica Bellucci and / or Laetitia Casta. (This is from goop, but I could not help it).
And Bryan Ferry (The sigh of midnight trains in empty stations, silk stockings Thrown aside, dance invitations. Oh, how the ghost of you clings, These Foolish Things, remind me of you).
And Silvio Rodríguez. (Any claim to be without letterhead. Good evening friends. And enemies)
And that sounds like a goodbye ....
almost certainly ....
But no ....