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- Buenos Aires burns above and below ground. Hit the heat.
Subway. Low, is simple. Achievement
sit and took off. And my head starts, I get to my thoughts.
Carranza Station, my destination. Do not walk the escalator, go up, my legs resist wonders "Thanks teacher, what we are achieving,
My lungs scream, I again promise that within a few days early to quit. This is the first time since I smoke, which I will try. - I'm going to make, I think.
Last stairs and the sky, and again the merciless sun. Way, even submerged in my thoughts fast. Stop at a kiosk, yes, to buy cigarettes. When I go out, always on my mind at high speed train, I stopped a wall of which managed to grab before falling to the floor. I sit up without major consequences, keep walking, one foot hurts.
brake, my head stops me .- Frente digo. "It's time to spoil anything, there is plenty to do.
resume progress more slowly and I see around me that I'm still in Buenos Aires. For a few hours. Tomorrow I get on a plane and go. Last week vacation.
A kid gets me out of my head ask me how to get Azopardo street, he proudly replied, "Take the 152". I do not usually know how to get anywhere, it's always me who asks. Buenos Aires and I'm not quite recently that I moved to the capital. I think if it's good or bad to begin to belong to the place I live but of course not mine. Ok, noblesse oblige, I have received, I belong, "I say, and I laugh alone walking down the street.
I get to my building, I find the manager, and no excuses pay the expenses. Hundred dollars rose last month to it. I want to kill, I still have coins in your wallet, the ATM several blocks, "Like what I say is-me-something I was going to happen. Sure, it's a difficult venture, My fridge usually complain of loneliness, but not crazy way to the cashier.
Elevator, my fourth floor, open and entered. I take off my clothes, I turn on the fan, I have no air conditioning, grrrrrrrrrrrrr! It was an option, air or holidays.
I turn on the computer, and I write because I want to say something, if already in the title of the post I said that I have little to say and much to do and which I have been sailing extensively, aguantame, and usually do not swear for a time no more hump.
The point is that both do not need to sort and prioritize. As we all together can not.
Everything is prologue comes to mind to say that for a while I'll stop blogging. Nothing serious and stop at some explanation because it gives me to see us every day and one of them because if, say goodbye as usual. When that happens with another blog for which I warmly, I do not like me angry.
That was what he had to say, I have to do and somehow motivate these vacation blog, comes next, and well worth any effort.
goes as planned in this order (the possibility of changes in circumstances, and for the benefit of the client, are welcome. The rest, which is not our demand, will be accepted. What we do is part of the rules of game)
Subway. Low, is simple. Achievement
sit and took off. And my head starts, I get to my thoughts.
Carranza Station, my destination. Do not walk the escalator, go up, my legs resist wonders "Thanks teacher, what we are achieving,
My lungs scream, I again promise that within a few days early to quit. This is the first time since I smoke, which I will try. - I'm going to make, I think.
Last stairs and the sky, and again the merciless sun. Way, even submerged in my thoughts fast. Stop at a kiosk, yes, to buy cigarettes. When I go out, always on my mind at high speed train, I stopped a wall of which managed to grab before falling to the floor. I sit up without major consequences, keep walking, one foot hurts.
brake, my head stops me .- Frente digo. "It's time to spoil anything, there is plenty to do.
resume progress more slowly and I see around me that I'm still in Buenos Aires. For a few hours. Tomorrow I get on a plane and go. Last week vacation.
A kid gets me out of my head ask me how to get Azopardo street, he proudly replied, "Take the 152". I do not usually know how to get anywhere, it's always me who asks. Buenos Aires and I'm not quite recently that I moved to the capital. I think if it's good or bad to begin to belong to the place I live but of course not mine. Ok, noblesse oblige, I have received, I belong, "I say, and I laugh alone walking down the street.
I get to my building, I find the manager, and no excuses pay the expenses. Hundred dollars rose last month to it. I want to kill, I still have coins in your wallet, the ATM several blocks, "Like what I say is-me-something I was going to happen. Sure, it's a difficult venture, My fridge usually complain of loneliness, but not crazy way to the cashier.
Elevator, my fourth floor, open and entered. I take off my clothes, I turn on the fan, I have no air conditioning, grrrrrrrrrrrrr! It was an option, air or holidays.
I turn on the computer, and I write because I want to say something, if already in the title of the post I said that I have little to say and much to do and which I have been sailing extensively, aguantame, and usually do not swear for a time no more hump.
The point is that both do not need to sort and prioritize. As we all together can not.
Everything is prologue comes to mind to say that for a while I'll stop blogging. Nothing serious and stop at some explanation because it gives me to see us every day and one of them because if, say goodbye as usual. When that happens with another blog for which I warmly, I do not like me angry.
That was what he had to say, I have to do and somehow motivate these vacation blog, comes next, and well worth any effort.
goes as planned in this order (the possibility of changes in circumstances, and for the benefit of the client, are welcome. The rest, which is not our demand, will be accepted. What we do is part of the rules of game)
List of priorities:
Go back to the sea.
Volver, always return.
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FUTURE NEW FRIENDS. Have to find it since I arrived in Buenos Aires people whom I consider friends today has been wonderful. So I go over and tear on my return from the sea by a colorful neighbor blog, PROMISED, we are just around che!.
and stronger Abarza to FRIENDS , that were passed to me the hardest days, of course.
And Paula ... DIVINE a woman and I admire, is one of those pearls one finds on the road. And to promise us a hole in space, in a Buenos Aires nochecita to push us into the grass, looking at the sky and tell life. If you have some time I click his name and listen on, it's worth, and in a time when it rings everywhere, do not say we did not warn you.
Quitting. Also I promised to you. It also goes for you.
Ending the novel I'm writing, if I can prove that it is possible and if they desire, is.
"I was the, you know. And I owe it, stay calm, it will not be halfway. Promised.
Going to see the moon Joaquin Sabina Park. Reconfirm my vows of unconditional love for him and his poetry. I want it. Since I have the tickets in my possession.
get going for the latest details that are left for the trip of my life . Semana Santa in Cordoba, San Marcos Sierra with my four children.
Since I came to Buenos Aires do not live with them. In me it was the reverse of what usually happens, my children stayed with their father and I left. Scared to death they stopped loving me. Ugh! As if any child had ever stopped loving her father, after separation, leaves the house. My children are grown, and although I confess that my coming to the capital was brewing long before it materialized, only decided the day I felt I could drop.
Today I took the best part, the interaction is difficult, even more so when children are great. The five are closer than ever. We have filed separation chips with long speeches, questions and honest answers from feeling, from freedom, love and presence, that which goes beyond the body. And now nothing separates us.
I managed to accept and reject horror faces of men and women, when this story. Are horrified, and some dare to say they do not understand as I leave. Never will understand that I have not stopped and that the strength of love that they know I have them, follows by grow up healthy. Well, it's time to stop growing, men and women measured 1.85 pass me by four inches.
And then, because now I can-I-never before occurred to me that the five got out of travel, shoes and backpack, and mountain. Nothing compared the happiness I felt when I consulted the plan. A possible alternative was to look at me and say "No old, thank you, everything ok, but I can not because ...." The four said yes. And I felt happy and quickly uploaded to the enthusiasm that stirred me.
and started making plans. There was only one condition to proceed, five solos, they and I, no boyfriend, no friends or anything like that. -From a "they said, and I understood that to mean that they agreed. With time going by arranging the subjects of study and work, so that nothing interferes. It will be a perfect trip, I'm sure. And I strained to the point of departure to Cordoba, and no cigarettes in my purse. Deadline is and I want to be present for all five. They do not smoke.
Reaching Cordoba, and from the tour that we plan among the five, go parasailing. It was a debt to my oldest son and myself. The other three still do not know if you dare. We'll see. Keep working
. I do it in an area traversed by the policy directly, so that in this election year and you will see, no one will do the ironing. Is to gain some politicians, as always, but we are on the plain, we know that there will be benefits for the target population of our work. This is negotiated and negotiations, since the entertainment was oppressed by business, are of the kind they are.
Go visit my parents more, they also live far away and I get happy when I go. I've been getting my daughter dressed complaining and accusing them of responsibility in my troubles.
Uh! Outside is starting to fall afternoon, if I rush to publish, I'll have to change the start of this post and the truth is that I want to say and get to do.
soon, I follow them in their places!
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The photo is mine, them and me.
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