Thursday, March 18, 2010

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The man behind the dog! Post

Gentlemen! I know I have thought a popular deity, a being with a extra'terrenal air species messianic miracle, but the truth is this:



Upon entering the garden I knew before anyone counting, adding, muliplicar, even fluent in English, nobody would believe me but he had to prove super powers, and my mother more than a I once hid under their skirts, she had a face so beautiful that I never got any foreign words, until she stopped trusting me to trust in society, I pointed and then began to see diminished my powers, because they were mere illusions, they began to powerful new illusions, but do not let me bring down, because my father was even crazier, within cerebrote his extreme knowledge of man, the man taught me something that just now beginning to understand, is that there is no such thing as madness, as a disease, there is no such thing justifiable, that nobody knows what actually happens within each person, that one can only guess to discern between what just ......

But one day also came and asked me something I graduated. In my immaturity I always rejected the obligation, because he knew that he had been absorbed without realizing it, perhaps because it has always deserved to be idolized, now every day I am surprised and glad to see more, is actually a lion, and I barely if they are a more ke Graditas triple g.


I can say that I first studied Agricultural Engineering, was two years of passing the end of one year and a half, then go over to the University of childish, there go the worst times of my life, and also the more pinkish, like when I miss the bacillus to Ecuador, my Don was the word, on those occasions, for what was best for me, in fact the study did not interest me in the most Miim, logic seemed so repetitive, and on top always needed little effort to move the materials from which I would approve only 50%.
In the next two years learned a lot, but a problem with my girlfriend again allowed me to concentrate, I went to Chile, once again felt the dumb etab ke ke'm not going to be one and leave the university, because I pull the whole semester or even the last school attended, but I keda my katharsis! ke what I was doing all that time. What he really wanted to be, musician I think. Smallville
then came to a couple of months, I decided to start with the architecture, I like it way to read a book Ambato boatman, and the final man to be a multimillionaire achievement as a painter, and what I was looking for a race to with my father and my mother that I see a good stable boy with his profession, great guy, with his wife, his golden retriever, and a pair of well-fed brats, preferably one well Blond guys, nice, with big cheeks and he just wants to smile at the Belias buses, as yearning to return to breastfeeding.
The point is to finish bringing me to Ukraine, at that moment my life changed completely, from the time I had a task of misfits guambra not yet left his mother's breast, I happened to put me in charge, at the airport amsterdam burned trash in a place where crime was smoking, and save them for the first time they put serious the situation, in time for Arab youth gangs enviiban us, everything was a strange mix of nationalities was not the first world It was a kind of fourth world, where water was still filled with lime!.
When I went to study in lviv my life changed and took on the challenge and get ahead as great! Not for love, keria bring me back to Ecuador, when he was ke the first time was in focus, my heart could not stand losing so many others who had lost finals in other academic careers, in any case went back to Smallville, and more or less the same cycle repeats .....


So what is coming now, I have to leave the country??



As I can do to make things better in that I like.


is many things, but now I realize the final ke no nothing .......



I think in the 27 men recently we started to mature, so it is at this age ke Kurt died, only that I will continue, as the same one that already beetle with wings!

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