Almost a month ago my blog had 10,000 visitors celebrated and my pants were still celebrating the first. After that event mundane accepted by the international press as "An attack on the republic of flies in pink sauce" I decided to take a pause for reflection. To think about what I was doing, where I was going and how I could never ever to hit the hole of water. I know that many have found the answer to this question in the book "Stop missing the hole is easy if you know how to piss" , but not enough for me, and cast-off clothes of the porter, I got study leave behind all those people who in almost a year decided to spend time with me. Closed with smoking, closed with any form of sexual life, which actually also the cigarette seemed out of place, and closed even with my roommate, my isolation has taken over. Hours and hours of training per day to emulate Britney Spears, to learn to make mistakes on a dime from a stationary or crush nails with his tongue. All highly rewarding activities, which make a man something else: I know, turn it into a piece of butter in a tuna Riom, in the overflowing or clogged in a sauce Barilla. Then the light was manifested in the form of Bolero. In the sense that the accumulation of situations and events I felt the need to return among us, with you, for you, above you, below you (?), Intra you (?)... short resume of this cock in hand to blog and start again to write. Because Pine is on the side of the weak, who are not scientists or hair Anto Internet, but those people who are in the silence of that corridor is not just a club that have both pony and pretend to do the specialist (the bad all), pretend to be an impersonator of any Enry (The charming dancer) and Silvio (the highbrow aged), and try every day to carry on the cart without giving it a look!
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