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A boat in the port waiting for me

not know where to take me

'm not looking for greatness

just want to cure this sadness

I leave and do not I think around

not sorry that I left behind

only what I have

in one pocket, I can take

The foreign-Bunbury

I always had the conviction that everything in life is finite, I mean that everything has a purpose, including life itself , all cycles will begin and end, like a perfect circle, my circle and ends in Europe.

this week return to Mexico, many people ask me why? others have told me Why so sudden? Itself has not been sudden, has been a process for me, I did not come here to prove anything to anybody, I think from the minute I left my country and leave all that was dear to me, became this experience into a successful test for me, that was for me the milestone. Now return back because I came to seek and I've met, back because there are times for everything and now it's back, back because I have many reasons to return and they are more than those of stay.

I stand with so many things from this experience, I'll stick with the castles of the Balkans, crayola blue sea of \u200b\u200bGreece, food and sun under which I toast a whole month in all Greek islands I took an evening watching the kangaroos jumping in Australia, I took the white beach and drum music of the aborigines in the Maldives, I took the castles of Scotland, the red little roof Portugal with the certainty of having loved and been loved in this country, I take the bread with tomato and smell the sea in Barcelona, \u200b\u200bboats in the Costa Azul, orange leaves on the streets of London and especially the friendship of 2 wonderful women and the complicity of my sister, my traveling companion at all times, I stick to my heart.

I hope, I miss both my parents a new house, mine, only mine, to fill it with plants and beautiful things, a new job, from 8:00 to 6:00 on what I've always liked to do, the opportunity to learn new things, but mostly I expect a blank page where I can write what I choose to write, a beginning, hope shining over me.

Thanks to all strangers, for welcoming me, for offering their home for their baby, that's the beauty of the distance value than if it is so present and is valued more, cute, I'm happy people, I am back!

And as my uncle Paul It's coming, chingadamadre! take out tacos and roasted peanut sauce! And now, the next brats to look after, bathe, sing and sleep, will be leaving my belly, Herod mode is on again ...

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A place called Notting Hill Sinnerman

for you brunette ...
Yours ever live-Andres Calamaro

Today I agreed to meet with Nunu and Cate in Portobello Market in the heart of Notting Hill , which is nice, my favorite places in London, is a market where they sell many antiques and basically everything from cushy positions of independent designers very cute clothes, vegetables and other positions with the penalty that brings me a nostalgia impressive, I ecnanta the smell of fresh fruit and vegetables, there are many food stalls and eating well for two tough re, on what you want There is, of Lebanese food, china, Hindu, churros with chocolate and a final visit as that of the crepes, there were other places that sold olives and goat cheese Greek style, real good, a Chulo the market, I swear (Carmen you die in this market)

While walking from my house to the tube, I realized how beautiful the fall leaves orange so pretty all over the street, today the weather was beautiful (12 gradotes Celsius, almost summer, dammit!) I had to go as a mummy, all enropada, I went down the street singing and I found my own voice, my own smile, I missed her, how nice it was to have me back, I think I'm leaving the boulevard of broken dreams, It Was about time people ...

The Christmas decorations are already around Soho and Oxford Street, which has more people than a mass exodus of Uganda, not suck, the Cate told me that neither in China there are so many race on the street, you I said sure, sure, it did not go to China because there if there are people in the street and not morondanga goodies such as Oxford Street ja!

I'm going, I'll keep singing Calamaro that a few days for me here like never before. 'm yours, with my utmost conviction, I'm yours with all the strength of my heart, is yours, and as every thought of mine, is yours, I'm yours ...

people One day, one day, watch ...

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So I ran to the lord

I Said lord hide me

Please hide me

Please help me

Nina Simone-Sinnerman

I thought of writing this post a lot of days, a lot of weeks, and if I do much more to exorcise, to then reread it and once this happens, feel that cross the sea by swimming, sometimes with big arms and most of the time, maybe just floating with the current. Today I went to look up the meaning of infidelity, says that the definition donkey tomb is this:

is the failure of commitment fidelity .
worth mentioning that in its more common meaning, the term refers to Fidelity mutual respect among members of a couple, particularly the observance and enforcement of a covenant, express or implied, of exclusivity.

and a day without wanting to, or look and as a lesson that there is nothing that comes to light, I was still part of this definition, all-pass as an accident, fast and horrible, that day something inside me died, lying is the curse, you feel that magic carpet off the floor, crosses the state confusion, dark sky, where we no longer know what is real and it is not, then certainly gripped me, and I wish I had been alone in doubt, with it came the sadness and anger. Kabbalah my teacher says that nothing happens suddenly, everything has a process and sometimes we do not see the signs, I did not see them or not I wanted to see, know the hell, the truth is that now does not change my result. I stole my own love that man who was my sweetheart (although my therapist says that nobody is and nobody is right) was with fond memories, because that makes the lie, is being left alone good and evil ( at least now I can not see the good), took our trip, our nights of love, our language, gestures and all those things that you build with others.

I broke something inside, not as pegarmelo now, I'm a crappy imitation of Libertad Lamarque, I feel like character in a novel of two drives of those who Veneda in super boxes, which is hard lies, I feel torn land a mudslide.

was no longer true, that was a lie, where the thrust comes from the hand of the person you love, respect and admire, all these concepts become a mirage. It was very hard, is winter and cold ...

And now you're on my list of promises to forget everything burns if you use the right spark ...

PS: I know I want and who are with me, and please do not ask me to comment on the valisosisima (you are worth and deserve much respect) and the dude is a bastard (believe me, I know this) does not help me throw shit that can not be helped, thanks for stopping by and leave a good vibe that both need right now and read the post more personal I've written here ...

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Sometimes I get to dream

Every ending is a new beginning

Sometimes I get to dream and take my black little car, I turn on U in Mariano Otero, in my ipod listening to shameless sessions, the ciagrros are in my bag and look blind by hand, until the packet is identified, a sack and I turn, I walk across the bridge and came to Children's Heroes, I park outside the Oxxo, the smell of roasting meat fills me nose, I 2 tacos and a volcano, filled with as much sauce there, my favorite one of chile de arbol with peanuts ...

Suddenly the handset repeats as merolicos: This is Hampstead, next station is Golders Green, please mind the gap; brings me back to my reality, I get off at this station, cold off the wagon when I punctured on the face, my long coat and scarf are not enough to take it off (it is a Indeed, I never get used to the cold) and then sigh, sigh for all that has been there or elsewhere.

I wonder if you always leave so much out there, like bread crumbs in a fairy children, scattered around to show us the way back, or simply as a landmark in the history of our lives, a reminder of something we were and are no longer or never cease to be. I love my country, complete with drug dealers, and rotten government, I love my country because there was born there and my parents live in a house that I call my home, I love him and miss him, net so ... I am an alien, I am a little alien ...

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With long hot and very down

are definitely things that life sends us to reflect on our lives, where we go and we want to, I got me a whole series of things to the way and knock juntoconpegado , a beautiful thing, is not justified, the more the reason why I have not posted anything for a moment I felt great loss, far from all that is important to me, but this did not last long and now Today I finally saw the light at the end the tunnel and I'm rubbing the large madrazo I got.

Because always, always dawn after a long night, banda, here is what the gadachin is waiting for the sunrise and that believe me, believe me than expected, not yet clear but it is see the light, so good I hope to return gradually to everything that matters to me, what has meaning for me, including my writing in this space.

you but not rolas that they put a really happy happy to me this brings me immediately to a Pacific beach with a beer and a ceviche tostada style of Michoacan, wow, what more could you ask for (do not know how to attach music files, sorry, I'm still Challenged technology) but the song that they say is Juan Luis Guerra and is called: Woman of Callao, I feel like this rola I go dancing from this cold and snowy London to my house across the world, in short, no more drama people, no more drama.

Ahi look, I'm going to dance that after I feel very hot, very down and especially with a lot of tempo ...

And as the wise poet said: to fuck your mother is over pastors Christmas ...