Monday, October 12, 2009

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I
three days of my game and just I now falling twenty. I have left to the last minute to pack, print documents, manage more resources, leaving some things in good condition from home, restructure debt, tell all my friends, to start the blog, get my card I left in pledge for a few petty cases direct electro-acoustic guitar, and for not having paid to the seized sound, writing mails to all my friends, finally myrna farewell dinner organized and conducted yet, send projects, collect other Lanit ...
Argh!
To make matters worse, now I just pile up activities that further limit my time available to prepare: this damn Arts festival in Flight that leaves me more trouble than satisfaction, a presentation in Mexico who steals all day Wednesday, and social visits are calling me a few last hours of living together before my trip.
Still, on Thursday I will be boarding the plane.
Yes sir!

Friday, October 2, 2009

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Travelling to Poland without knowing the funding

Given the price of the trip, one that I have another friend asked about the relevance.

some time ago, Cazares told me that an artist is not complete as not to go beyond their own borders, both mental and territorial. Every journey, even in adverse circumstances, we nurture thematically, stylistically, and above all, humane.
I'm not the rat leaves the ship, I am not unaware that left half a hundred things here in Mexico, I'm not the abuse that is taking advantage of some people for personal gain.
Sometimes I say not worth it. Other times I say why not. And the rest of the time I say it does not matter, that whether or not to go, my actions will not trigger a tragedy or a miracle. And in light of the circumstances, then I better go, now returning perhaps something in my approach, to respond to the challenges has changed.
is widespread expectation that leads me. It is a desire to shake off the inertia that has me bound. It is a shock to all who are part the circle, something has to come from there no longer part of the vicious routine that makes every trip of mine hurt Angela, each slip of a clay smear us well known.
because I'm from up there, and from far away, maybe you can see me in my misery creational and place once and for all what we do and what not, this guy named Alejandro. (Regardless of what they say at least three minutes that I placed in my past searches to validate my identity)
Yes, finally, through a number of juggling money, I have secured a place on the plane, an earlier stop in Madrid, I will step on Polish soil.
And all this, how you may have gathered the wool? believe me, I just found yet. Life is wonderful and the people around me, although I insist on defeating me, trust me and do as they see fit.
THANK YOU ALL.
  • Angel.
  • My in-laws. Performing Arts
  • Vitamins.
  • one another deputy.
  • Friends who spontaneously and without prompting, did the cow.
And you who, indirectly, by the desire to have something to tell you, I am compelled to devote more effort to this void are usually put ground.
I'm involved in the festival Totolac, but once shaken that, I will start another blog parallel with everything that can generate information about my trip, at the insistence of many, not only the week there will be activities in Poland, but a month of walking in Europe .
I have orders for many, so I go prepared.

Monday, September 14, 2009

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I'm going to Poland

in the weeks before I got enough material to build a dense family history. Following the walk collecting documents to prove my identity to the delegation of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, found many anecdotes worthy of a better fate than the dusty record books of courts, offices, parishes, and mica family. Many
of these sessions was to send the devil piunto of the desire to visit Poland. Angel is desperate
several times. Does not support my strange passivity in the face of adversity. Pepe insisted the little mother with the bureaucratic system in Mexico. Rafa esfrimiĆ³ cursing their best arts and sift through Mexican legalistic jargon.
And I ... well, I still do what I do and putting together little by little wool so that Dever did not know how to pay for the trip.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

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A year

Yesterday I turned 34 years old. On a planet that is billions of years old, on a continent that has at least five hundred and some years to be included in the official mapĆ­stica, in a country that is trying to celebrate all dazed discientos years of independence "?, in a sufficient state archaeologists and anthropologists agree that it is three thousand years inhabited by peoples with distinct identity, in a municipality designated as such only thirty years after the slaughter of Tlatelolco (initial, in 1521), this figure's birthday ends up being negligible.
mean anything to me, means something to your life and who shares his space with me. Probably for those who sent me messages and talked on the phone.
But in any case, the date (invented by many factors), it makes me reflect on the recent obstacles I've encountered Now that I'm processing my passport to get out of Poland.
And if a treintaytantos else in the world, it became a subject with the potential exacerbated while limited by the age factor.
But even so, time is comprehensive and I still predicts number of projects to land before the body factor begins to collect its dues to my youthful excesses.
Cheers

Sunday, July 12, 2009

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I Prisca, I am known more as Prisca777.

'm just testing.

Saturday, July 11, 2009

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Friday, July 10, 2009

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How to bag I became involved in

Just be there to witness the crime, and No lie to run to be part of the network of criminals. Just look as
kill the cow and reach out to the empty plate to be another of the perpetrators. Just read
deployed in the newspaper about an issue and ignore X to be an accomplice of those scoundrels. Just
asshole get to sites where no muddy called us to finish the cake. Just
all that want to pester the world with possible solutions if in the end rather than solve, just an acid dissolved in the corrosive corruption.
Just drifting in this virtual web to end up as Frodo, in a cocoon from which you do not know if it will protect or imprisonment.
I am uneasy, afraid to take risks, I think I lost, I feel the emptiness in my fingers and threaten to devour the screen.
So ... enough to give the final click or log off and start from scratch.
What do I do?