Wednesday, December 30, 2009

What Retailers Sell Proraso

superstition, laziness and 2010


footwear and clothing with the best you have, take a wooden spoon in hand, take a suitcase in the other, attempting to give the first step on the right foot, wearing red underwear, and if, after all, it gives you a free finger, taking the twelve grapes with no one left on the plate. I looked on the Internet, which is the virtual tool without which today's youth could no longer live, and I have compiled some tips that, according to the culture of the day, must be followed to start the year off right. Which yes, yes! After the target is and does what he wants, but for me and my superstition that it is not, go.

It's like when you're small and you begin to ask yourself challenge yourself on the street. I have to get to that corner before this gentleman, I have to reach the bus stop before the red car you reach the roundabout. And there you were going, with a blush on the street and a bread-making sweaty and wet. If, by some chance of sins, you could not meet the target marked in question, you'll quickly looking for another feat that bad luck did not fall on you. There was a time in my life I saw myself doing such bullshit down the street and I was embarrassed (yes, it was outside because I did not even recognize myself.) But now, thanks (or misfortune) to the times in which we live I'm back to my early childhood and again I believe all the superstitions of the world.

And is that 2009, you can not deny, year has been a "plop" (onomatopoeia is the best option that gives me the English language for that matter). 2009 has been a lazy shit and you just now that we can say loud and clear. Twelve months were to go through with what we had played but enough is enough. It is time to shout from the rooftops Laziness has given us in 2009 with its crisis, its corruption, its policies, not political, its useless to support the purchase of a car, unpaid mortgages, kidnappings, their cures retrograde , their attachments, their dismissals, their miseries, their strikes and their ....¿ what lazy?.

In these times of change this year, I like the joke that went Forges El Pais: Two men walk down the street, and one says to another "What do you ask for 2010?" to what your partner responds "Me?. What is silent! ". Well, that, in 2010 to shut the pimps, the arrogant, selfish, reactionary, the envious, the suckers, and I do not like me because I have to silence myself.

So, if in order to fulfill everything I want, I have to put my best clothes, take a wooden spoon in one hand, a suitcase with the other, get red panties and juggling to make the grapes will do . (Just hope not to appear on Day 1 on the news as the asshole who broke an arm superstition). If I can overcome the "fabric" of the twelve on the night of 31, will pledge that 2010 brings us all good news

Saturday, December 5, 2009

How Long Does Plan Be Stay In Your System

an angry Burning

A year ago I gave a blow to the car. The vehicle in question was properly parked and a woman without scruples (and driving without a license because one of those mini-cars for which no permit is needed) gave a hostión that left the passenger door as a work of Barceló. Two witnesses saw the incident and took the data of the aforementioned woman. After they told me and I, innocent me, I went to the insurer (Mapfre) with all the information of the incident, including both witnesses phones.
Twelve months after the embossing is still there. Neither the testimony of those good citizens nor the fact that four years religiously pay insurance premiums, avail. It is true that one witness was in front of the Hospital coupon Adaro and reliability that can subtract their words but the man assures me that, for the seeing eye, looked around with sharpness and clarity. In fact, summed up the incident as "was a bitch." Something that, in my view, makes clear that the citizen learned of the move perfectly. Total
, which took twelve months, with subsequent visits to the office of the insurer, but give me a solution to the dent in my four-wheel purrusaldo, the truth, I'm getting tired. It took me because I was always slow reaction to the things that affect me, but this morning I started thinking about it while I showered and I got a burning bad milk what to tell you.
short: I Kicked in the Head insurers, telephone and gas companies, water, garbage and so on in August to make the cost of my checking account. When are they who have to fix, repair or return there is nobody to tell. It's like to jump in the bush.

Friday, November 27, 2009

Skins Para Mount Blade

Are you there?


There is nothing that most infuriates me that someone is put forward and I ask: - Are you there?, Or see me eat and ask: Are you eating?, or I see you read and ask: Are you reading?. Ugh. No, if you like me, the book and the stew are holograms and you are to lock you in the Cadell. Like to respond well, really. And you do not, because rabies when "socializing" with the rest of humanity is frowned upon and it depends on who is ahead of you (be it mother, grandmother, aunt or other family), you can win a campion "Express" itching for the rest of the afternoon. Except

certain chapters of my childhood, I can not comment on pay fifty euros worth of my sister, aggression was never my thing. I'm more of a dialogue. As the dwarf Gila war joke, which got into a 600 and sent the enemy front to insult: "Do not kill, but demoralizing."

The problem is that words, when the media gets a bum cider again become cloudy and on the other hand, there are gatekeepers of nightclubs in Madrid that in your life heard of the Widow of Angelone and not feel like they have.

a case of cider homeland arrival was the cause of my only argument with a "security officer" in the capital of Regina. After ten minutes telling the benefits of the local drink, in a matter of seconds Maromo took me a hand, I raised two feet ground, pulled me aside and cut my vacilón root. During this time, he wanted to insult me \u200b\u200bsaying I was "a palette of people." You see.! I do not dislike it, really. In addition to being true, I take a lot of credit. Of course, when then looked at me and asked me "Are you there?" I could not resist: "No, if you think I'm a hologram and blah, blah, blah ...". Never gave much of it two legs.

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Gooseberry Bush Nursery

a little light in my hands


had a little light in my hands and a strong wind came and turned it off. So I was cold and find a torch, torch light and heat was powerful, but again the wind came in a flash my torch extinguished their fire.

then met a thousand torches and even a thousand more, but again the wind came and blew and blew and blew out all light. Then I looked at the sky and had a star, and said there is light, and the wind moved the clouds and the star could not find. More efforts were made darker and the wind grew colder, blowing hard and seemed even to shout at me and the sky fell on me. And I frío y tiritaba y ni siquiera pude ver , era como estar frente a un abismo y el abismo en todo lugar , no había horizonte no distinguía arriba ni abajo todo era absoluta oscuridad y me sentí solo pero cuando la soledad parecía dominarlo todo, una luz apareció y sentí calor y pude ver lo que no veía , y miré más allá , más allá aún de las estrellas , atravesé las nubes y los cielos y todo me fue abierto y regresó mi fortaleza y fui fortalecido aun mas y aquella luz agrandaba.

Y también le pregunté
- ¿Cómo te llamas tú?

Y me contestó una sola palabra que acaba con la oscuridad, que acaba con la soledad, que acaba con el desaliento and hopelessness.

And I said,
- My name although small is largest among all the names: Faith

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A LIGHT ON THE HORIZON



Few things in life are complete. Yesterday it rained and rained and it seemed that the whole world would drown and when the rain lashed out with intensity, a rainbow formed in the horizon and he said:
- Soon the sky clears and the light is brighter.

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Saturday, October 31, 2009

Mysore Malli Free Watch

DAY AGAIN A HARD DAY'S SMILE

Yes flowers fade. Yes
shore sea withdrew. YES
at night are not stars
not be because he has lost everything.
it because tomorrow is another day
and a flower bud opens its
and smile in the light of day.
And the sea will kiss away the beach
and bring the breeze and the singing of the seagulls.
And when the night gets darker
my hands so much that neither can see, there
looking at the top where the view from my eyes

fade in the horizon of mystery,
a little star will shine again and although it
a dim light flickering
I will return to its
believe that everything happens,
that sadness does not last
that joy is waiting
when light comes early, when I die

night and day to smile again .

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Thursday, October 29, 2009

Gallbladder Attack Or The Flu

My Autumn in New York

Those who have facebook and have been, so it seems right and necessary that you also "those without facebook" you can see ... a besin

Saturday, October 24, 2009

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Sure there starless nights and gray days without sunshine.

are also fields where the flowers wilt and the tree tops where birds nest to nest nothing.

There are also drying up rivers, seas unnavigable, inaccessible mountain peaks, and roads and destinations that do not lead us anywhere.

There are loves that are lost, others break our hearts.

Some days it goes on too long, days when the tears no comfort, where anguish seemed to fill all, days where we only accompanies loneliness like a damn trap that traps us and not let us go.

There are days when freedom chain has become a life sentence, and the longer the suffering.

There are days of sickness, pains and sorrows, problems and pains.

There are days where we die before our eyes, the same hope. Days when beauty was ugly, where affection turns into hatred, and where there was peace, there is violence, war and death.

There are days that should never come. Days where a ship at sea is broken and nobody survived the shipwreck. Days of darkness and obscurity.

There are days and many days, too perhaps where life was backwards, days where we run and scream, and go back to running and screaming back into ourselves and we are not even hear us.

And when all is lost, and when everything seems to end, just empty, all that great and that nothing seems life as meaningless swirl truly magnificent superior force hurries you and says,
- Rest in me, if you're tired, and I suffered for you. Come and rest in my heart, I will restore the meaning to life, life itself but lifted it back you with an everlasting love, and that same love for all eternity.

Really, when all seems lost, remember Jesus crucified, died but rose again the third day, and I'll take you and me in his cross and his suffering, and will never abandon us when we all leave, when we all reject. Jesus opens his arms, and shows his pure heart full of love. Go to the one before us, and find new life full of happiness and true peace.
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Saturday, October 3, 2009

Free Il Lease Agreement

AND BECOMES ALL ABOUT

Everything passes and turns, the high mountains will

plains and plains mountains ever be. But the real Fe
never change, never abandon their roots

firmness that neither life nor death can change
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