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Footing, interpretation of dreams and Naomi Watts

Go ahead could not find a title for this post. I got this nonsense and had to put the pic of rigor. And hey, from a guy running around all sweaty, Freud and I have chosen, will agree with me that I've done it right?

imagine that anyone who practices sport is a ridiculous record, but today I ran for an hour on tape (actually 64 minutes) in two runs just over half an hour each. I know, I know, it's better running outdoors while on vacation and see if I have time. But I really like racing on Tapo tape markers with the shirt because it makes me a little nervous to see the time elapsed, distance traveled and calories burned. But I feel great. Let me be more clear: I feel like the fucking son of the wind!

In these five days of vacation I read The Garden of Doubts Savater, The Game Angel Ruiz Zafon, The Tenth Symphony by Joseph Gelinek and I'm half with The Two Deaths of Socrates Valiño Ignacio García.

Of course, I do not have time to assimilate. And I get confused, and I think that Voltaire made a pact with the devil and hid a book in a cemetery in Barcelona, \u200b\u200bBeethoven was a lover of Pericles hetaira or David Martin was a disciple of Protagoras and from a brothel in Athens he corresponded with a Condesa fictional contemporary English of Rosseau.

Slumbering in the pool I dreamed that my mother gave me cream. Nonsense dream home clear: just two hours before my mother had offered her custard cream with cream which had ordered dessert. However when I got home I caught my Great Dictionary of Dreams in which he says that if you dream cream is gratifying omen of an event but temporary. I check the local press eagerly: Naomi Watts is in the city. Shit. They should not go around the shots ....

I return to the interpretation of dreams: if sleep means I'm an elm steady and strong. Sleep if I do not have an elm no idea that it is an elm, because hardly distinguish a pine from a fir tree, dammit!

Served: if sleep with an owl in my room is a bad omen for all areas of my life.

And I say "I could not dream of an owl and an elm tree and so, with that strength and perseverance that is me and the support of perhaps a tennis racket, could be affixed to the owl with a two-handed backhand Jimmy Connors plan on the wall of the room? Of course, cover the stain on the wall leave with cream, to see if there is luck and Naomi Watts at once.

Attention: If you dream of fog and we find ourselves in, it is because we are insecure for taking a decision but if the fog lifts in the end be able to solve all our problems correctly. Who is this written? "An initiate in the Eleusinian rites? Touch your nose! Now I love Demeter, Persephone love now, now I write a g ilipollez.

close the book with one last gem: if you dream of locusts is that I will have economic problems. No friend, no. If I swelled to lobsters is when these problems begin ... ..

A review more about my athletic feat: I am considering the possibility of ensuring my legs .... if Naomi wants ... ..

PS: I've heard of wonder in a series that I put in nosedonde called Wit and stars Mary Louise Parker. Did you reference?

Mental note: no need to go back to swallow that Fried Green Tomatoes Fried, find things in Mary Louise Parker because I like the nose and mustache dimple that girl what is not written.

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Mental note: find out how they actually called that part of the face where the mustache.

Coda: I had to see a scary movie of shit you really, a girl who came of a well with a few hairs and fronted pa which neither went only because Gaos Lola Naomi.

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The trunk of the Piquer, Michael and I

I move more than a fiddler's elbow is something well known. But I think in the coming days to deliver to the dolce far niente, is something I want to share with you .....

Hállome Rentals (Well Deserved, if i may add) in Marbella. Noooo, no Asian luxury, crazy nights and stuff as far as my taste as I can. I'm at my mother! So during a couple of weeks I will be that useless with a nose that steps on all of us and I'll leave to care so much that once published this entry is my mother who cut my toenails.

I arrived a few hours after a journey worthy of the title of this post: Orihuela Costa on Friday - Madrid - Azuqueca de Henares to pick up Nacho and Lucy. Yesterday a Azuqueca de Henares - Roquetas de Mar (Almería) to pick up my mother was at my brother. And this morning a Roquetas - Marbella. Something like 1400 kms. that made me decide to park and keep it buga catch up end of the month (when, incidentally, I will play a Marbella - Madrid, a Madrid - La Coruña, a La Coruña - Madrid, a Madrid - Edinburgh and Madrid - Orihuela Costa). I, for myself, justify a drop in fuel prices before the increase in demand. Right?

I run half an hour (it is absolutely necessary to lose belly because Southern has conditioned their "yes" to my proposal of marriage to have sit-Sergio Ramos (time will she be have the breasts of Charlize Theron in Hancock gorgeous I was seeing the other day, by the way). First Reading of the holidays: The Garden Savater doubts. Of course, not everything is going to be Voltaire, which plays tonight Madrid with Valencia. Nadal gold today, good game.

I have no plan, I have no preconceived idea of \u200b\u200bhow they will be the next few days. And you know what? I will not squeeze the "welcome." That need to be, either. No more ..... keep you informed ......

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low Atocha I

That's it. To paraphrase

Sabina, but in reverse, I come to say that I left Madrid. Neither Tirso de Molina, neither Sun nor Gran Via and Tribunal.

That surely do with 20 years late. Has been too much time I have content, against nature, the Nomad blood in the veins carry Fidelio. I always wanted to go to LA and has not made me have to cross the sea.

That I will not say that these 20 years have been lost, for 20 years if that much. And I write with an eye serene, no fever. To summarize

triumphs and laughter. Eyes in which I will never look at me. True moments of happiness, immense situations stolen from eternity. Angel skin and sand. Horrors and errors (both with capital letters). Anxieties, inconsistencies, and disorientation. Also perseverance, steadfastness, boredom, creation. And almost all the mundane and banal, and safe. And something wicked. And those things which emerge from the unspeakable depths of the soul, as well

What if only because these two decades have given me to Nacho and Lucy return to live them. In a sustainable manner. A sort of Sisyphus all a hundred, but tangible.

That every moment of these 240 months have been unique, unrepeatable, great. And my shit, not only because they make my existence, but because it was I whom he has had to live them. And sometimes generate. And sometimes recreate them. Mine, mine, mine.

That would not change for all the gold in the world not one of these evenings as much as 7300 there are some I have forgotten, and some more I would like to forget.

That I never break the umbilical cord, but I can scream "you are given Magerit" And yet I look at the news and call my people. "

That today do not talk about my new latitudes. Neither of my new beats. How long will

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I see you on Friday. But I no longer low in Atocha.

Bye for now ....