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Remedies and Day of the Dead.

Wolf said ...
That following the midweek sad, because that is hurts when you touch me, I began to recall many things pending, have been reunited friends from many years ago, I decided to leave behind many others. But as I write:
One of the things that excited me is the teaching, teach my children my ideas dyes far-right National Socialist suburban and between communist and brown shirt. Or give them a choice between a wonderful state dictatorial or a constitutional monarchy with the only descendant of Maximilian on the throne.
Best of teaching is among other things, knowing they are learning and I make these absurd examples that generate consciousness. So it gives me goosebumps to know that they are learning.
Today during the VIII Festival Day of the Dead in Remedios, organized neither more nor less than my admired and loved Fernando Herrera and Master Aurelio. What I saw was very comforting, as I noted. Attended no more than a dozen students of mine, but seeing them, I sincerely rejoiced the day. Their faces having gained a point and above all, they were accompanied by their parents was excellent, a family day, those worth remembering.
I'm glad I listened to the "skull" of Rosario G. Towns, also share a quesadilla with her and her kind husband, talk and hats the ride. A great Sunday
indeed a great great Sunday.
Then I agree with the review. There were absences, which, of course I missed.

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Wolf said ...
Dear readers, dear readers:
Today a strange feeling down my memory I know you did something important today, now celebrating something. But the pitfalls of memory is so, it left us behind in a race against time spent and shared.
Today I have the feeling that I forget something or try to do, I force myself to do, block the event that marked my life forever changed my way of doing and seeing things. How is it possible that such a big event today will become mist? It is very simple, not wanting to remember, to want to forget, we present clear in my mind. Too pleasurable sensations return by the same become painful absences, mistakes that destroyed what was yet to exist, moon love reminiscent sylvan forests (even a tautology), but I know what it is, now I remember, in a superhuman effort of memory to pain, I know that is drawn on me, is a newly opened Pandora's box, it's that delicate bleeding and perennial. This is what perhaps was a thousand years ago, a serenade.

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Wolf said ...
Dear readers, dear reader: painted
On Tuesday the most hectic, it's cold with the winking winter, although the sun was shining brightly (what a beautiful word) about volcanoes. Yesterday I shared with
Coffee turma Awareness (satellite sources, Edo. Mex.) Gave me the opportunity to read several poems Maestro Jaime Sabines, "canonize the whores" (my favorite), "Horal", "I do not know for sure" and so many more. Which made me return, at least for a few moments ago I missed tuxtleca. I remembered my table in the Café the Esphera ", with the marimba park, seeing the huge growth and waning crescent on the horizon, I moved to the viewpoint of" love ", I felt the need to enjoy a" Caldito outdated. " Tuxtla returned to my Master's voice Sabines, I missed the Pochote pozol and nights in San Cristobal. Chiapas missed my friends and even more to my friends in Chiapas. Returning
midnight at my house with the feeling of having been and not been in two places at once, and probably fell asleep happy, but do not remember, I dreamed of Chiapas. Amenecí
happy, cold, missing. Later I'll be
Acatlán, selling books, sharing with fellow creative writing workshop and later with my friend Rosario to complete projects. As every Tuesday of my life, this will be a wonderful Tuesday.

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Wolf said ...
and desmadrugadas Dear readers, kind and desmadrugados readers: I found
this beautiful video, it has to do (much) with my last breakup love, I think the song says it all, and I also believe that at some point again thrill to kiss other lips and sigh at the lack of a new love.

ARGH! Ando too Puchunga, and that can go against my well-earned reputation.
things back into place. October Moon and the ever affected me remember became songs.
PS Glad to be back!

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Wolf said ...
and abandonadísimas Dear readers, kind and abandonadísimos readers
I've been away from the blog, a self-imposed exile imposed by the evil of love. But has passed, I fell in love and I have not unloved, but I just realized I'm too picky on this couples.
A possible misunderstanding and the relationship, he painted for more, was intended to abandon. No way, not the last time I happen. However, it is wonderful to be able to share with you, especially without the slight bitterness of the break. We are friends now, good friends, like maybe we should of kept us unfortunately nail me, I give and ask the same, this time it was not. Either way is just to thank the timeshare, the three or four moons that accompanied us on nights of bohemia and expressed surprise, and especially sweet kisses now your invaluable friendship. Thanks!
On another note, I return in full moon night of this blog, for two purposes. Howl to remember and share again with you. Not much to talk, except that I have (again) a steady job, I enjoy it and never would have imagined and I have close ties with people whom I love and admire, well loved, feared and respected. What more could you want? I realize that I have found or rediscovered my vocation, almost twenty years away, but I also realize that had it not been all that I lived, probably my performance would be almost that bad.
other hand, I started my novel (again) and this time I hope to see the light before the end of the year, at least the draft, because I realized I had slept on my laurels. So it is.

Well my dear dear readers, this Lobo is back! Howling
full of moonlight to ustdes.