Someone said that a blog is a virtual space in which one turns their ramblings, their hobbies, their aspirations and frustrations. Es .. a playground.
In recent months I have developed a new skill (yes, witches are like that, our powers increase a bit to concentrate), and is to see the inconsistency to a thousand kilometers. There are people who have serial, but I do not why I came and sin duck ever.
freaking time I have certain comments, but hey you, non-laziness is a virtue that I decorated and, although some opinions as such that even though I'm not a fetishist, I suck her foot and there are times when I have to laugh, and not in private but in public because, let's face it, this is already a perpetual joke ... there are others that ... hurt me ...
First things first. I understand the blogger's life is very hard: we must make an entry often try to maintain interest in the issues and, above all, increase the number of comments for the blog alive. Obviously, the issues need to be more or less chosen, because as big internet, people can give the "Feisbuk" forums or "poetic" and plunge the snack bar anyone but a plis plas ... all have contraindications spells and summon demons base, one can end up badly burned.
Because ... commentators are observers of the "reality" smoke vendors, who come dressed to drop your thoughts with several expressions. Hey you, if they are unable to take his own life, or whatever their own, please call to crochet, but left alone to do no harm, and we know we are older ones come with our nick and say what they want, alone, with jokes or deep. My respect for them all ...
I have not asked anyone to give me no reason not praise me or anything. I said what I wanted to say or feel, accepting public debates, tried without comment moderation.
Clarito and meridian, for which he has not understood: do not need anyone to remind me with nostalgia because I'm not dead. Sorry to disappoint you, Habemus Papam ... is not the umpteenth time I say goodbye, firstly because I have done only twice and, as I said, there will be third. If necessary, I will go and, privately, give explanations to those it sees fit, secondly, because I am leaving. The countdown timer for your curiosity, was to thank me for that had once been complimented on my birthday and, despite the many activities that I have as of today, I will always be with them.
I know I have visitors, both regular fans, as new fans who have come to this humble blog. Yes, humbly, I say to heart and, while great, because, as someone once commented to a blog makes him great quality of the comments of his followers, therefore, , mine is the largest there in the blogosphere. Whenever I get a second, I will return the visit grateful.
One last item, this is to restore the detail to Anonymous, 41 for his abilities as an observer of my walk. Bet you say, I am direct, no bends, no lackeys, my disguise is only my avatar and the desire to continue in a policy that every day is lower. Road and thought himself alone. It may question the literary quality of my writing, or transcribing what I like about the "big" ... I write because I like it, if I do well or badly is my problem and nobody is forced to read my posts but ... What the debate is about whether I go or I go left? ... about ...
To my commenters to do so with love, they lose seconds, minutes of her precious time, whether or not one agrees with what I express, THANKS A MILLION.
"Hopefully available phrases unknown, strange expressions, in a new language ever used before, free from repetition, words stale and worn by our ancestors." Khakheperresenb (about 2,000 BC Quoted in The Burden of the Past and the Inglés Poet, 1970, by Walter Jackson Bate).
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