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FLY AND SONG: THE SONG

Well, along with the songs .... here's one called THE POWER VIL, and that truth comes from the feeling of some intolerance, rather, quite intolerance, which generates in me attitudes of youth of which I am part, but I agree entirely, simply because I feel like, to assume such power as mine.

I take the license include here ... the comment about the song's lyrics (on the letter just because I am sure for him it is too poor to be evaluated from the parameters of a song) is my good friend Rodrigo Llosa. Letting this guy's comment, I say goodbye, leaving the skin to hear the temita mismito here, and how not ... point of rigor.

A big hello friends, HAPPY 2011! THE BLOG OF THE GOOD FRIEND WILL RETURN TO HANDLES THE WORLD!


"There is resentment friend Murillo, agreed that better power than the power at the expense of others. It can be above and certainly not over. It is an opinion say it is usually less direct, more accurate, but ... would have been useful in telling Bukowski, for example, that use other terms. In any case it is good that now when I feel like saying something offensive in one of my writing, I stop and leave it for Murillo. How you say you have the blood boiling ... but soft drinks up the blood clots that are around because the arteries are closed . "
-Rodrigo Llosa Sanz (dixit)

THE POWER VIL

Oh, you are taught to lie, you are taught to please, I ens ... dwarf kill.
Oh, do not want to share, want to highlight, you want to command.
Oh, I have not seen a guy like that spit both heaven and ask both the sun.

At my age, it is easy to be so.
...
Oh, you want to have fun, you want free, you want to Estonian.
Oh, do not show humility, you show no heart, not your truth samples.

Thus, with many at my age.

I can see them trying to change
meeting the world through a song. With the Beatles
background and good supply of rum
making love rants rants
making love.

are so smart,
their culture is better than much of the nation. Statements were complicated

understanding the world believe him a great favor
believe make the world a great favor.

Oh, I'm tired of both fumamierda and intellectually.
Hey, the hippies are gone, find your own way to get peace.
And stop pretending to be the selfless who just wants to see.
Hey, I know you, the only thing you want is the mean power.

is the vile power.

Thus, with many at my age.

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VIL POWER: TO KNOW ABOUT ME

Well gentlemen, I have decided, before closing the year would be a good idea to hang my songs on the blog. I hope this serves to publicize, empathize with their souls, or perhaps make them afraid. Without further ado ... Welcome to the tune that I do.




TO KNOW ABOUT ME *

How are my friends, I want to greet
I come to my country to see if I can find again.

I would be alone for two months or more
to think calmly as I can this year suck.

has not been easy, long for me to Daggiana
left alone and afraid that you can forget about me.

This is the situation where I am today
I myself looked to see who I am.

has not spent a lot and I started to urge
the confused hours, at night I can not sleep.

I've released an Granasa going to suck so
the mom scolds me at home I can not spawn.

say summer is the ideal time to do a thousand things
will see if I can do at the end.

This is the situation where I am today
I myself looked to see who I am (2 times)

And it takes patience to act
solvency. If I grab

violence more than my presence.

look for a chambita
I can provide independence in soles to my art in peace, carry.

And also a place where rock out
not so much for the money, but my desire to deliver.

I lock myself in silence and I'll go for a walk
to talk to the wind and discuss what is truth, with a beer in hand.

This is the situation where I am today
I myself looked to see who I am (2 times)

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Weakness ... Missing

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When your heart and peace of mind is because you are not going well.

"The decisions seem complex, but always opt for the simplest, that is always right" told me once, but it is never easy, nobody said it was, but this time is further complicated. Want

raise your arguments but not finding the time to say and even worse when you feel your explanations are not understood is worse because you spend rolls, because they are exaggerated, because you're "Cuatic", in short, only you and that's how you met or know and love began to change at this point is difficult, if not impossible.

When all your opinions seem to take second place and those of others take a higher value and become "more important" I think there is much to do.

When they bring you some details and branded as exaggerated is that things are not going well.

But it's worse when those things, feelings and emotions overwhelm you, want to clarify, you want to explain, want to be understood, but there are times or something "bigger fish to fry" (that you suggest) and priorities do not change understanding that there are always plans and projects, but the road many times should make you change certain goals, but feel they do not, therefore more overwhelming.

Force, just strength, inner peace and tranquility, everything will become clear ... my friend.

Den-Sahr - The last great cabllero still alive ...

Is Proxy-n Apap A Form Of Hydrocodone

New days, New Year Letter to my grandfather

In Memoriam Captain Beefheart.

I write to amuse myself, to vent and avoid falling into the boredom. So when I feel that while writing I begin to boil in monotony and boredom, bitch, I prefer to leave it right there. Until further notice or until ever.

Right now I'm writing, already the first half hour of the new day to make my insomnia into something more decent and bearable. Also because I sort through these lines, which at the beginning of this new week I wish to start doing.

Holidays are for me a great contradiction. I want to do much, but most of the time ends to overcome the apathy, inertia. During the holidays I terminate the working time schedules, and always do the assumption that begin to create me a new schedule completely subordinated to the creative purposes that I have proposed.

I urge to create. This is what I always say. However, when time, the relentless chill of statistics just making me look like the most vile and pathetic liars, the stokers, the pinochitos.

I arrived, or rather, I returned to my beautiful Arequipa Wednesday afternoon, after closing at last-perhaps thanks to a little help from above, now take this opportunity to thank-my 6 years as a student of painting.

me be frank, the outcome was not what I had imagined at the start with all this in 2005, but, in view of what happened especially in the last 2 years, in which my position with respect to art became increasingly surly and stubborn in his vehemence, I therefore could not have been otherwise the game over. Harsh and disconcerting.

I did everything I wanted and the teachers let me. I have had fortune. However, the price I paid was it that initially idealized general approval (call it 'success') I have not been granted.

I have not gone to applause from the college kids can.

As you know, I have a conflict, and long-standing, with my ability to speak (ie, with my voice). Shit is a hobby I sincerely doubt that will ever leave. And I must confess, is just the tip of the iceberg of my endless personal teens.

Every time I returned (since I went to live in Lima) to my hometown, I could always combine a little bit better with that gentle side of my personality that I mention.

now free to see things they possess irritability own emotions, and on balance the state that is my life ... I can say with some relief, I'm not so screwed. On the contrary, I have more positive presence around me, like never before, perhaps. Beautiful family, beautiful friends and love beautiful (and likewise stunning.) However (conchhhhhasumadre, why always I have to put a 'however'?) Is that I have my "stash" (as it describes my doctor) that I still can not clarify and as not let me breathe so peaceful, would take me little time for review. So as gentle and jovial reader hears ... El Buen Amigo has now seen the need to reflect, of ... of ...... of ..................... (Fucking your mother! Me sick roche apply the word is !)......... of ... of .. ........ .............................. THINK .

Yes So now I have wanted to think.

"Bacon" you will say, "There's nothing bad," "Go ahead Good Fella!". And it will not be! I answer them, but added that in my case this "unprecedented in me-order thinking, meditation, exercise a mea culpa is basic and mainly because I'M AFRAID MEANDER OF WHAT I EXPECTED THAT YEAR coming! Yes

eggs, if thin, the 2011-year of the fourth anniversary of this sophisticated virtual-space is already giving me quite cosssssssssssita.

And I'll tell you why:

1. I run, in theory, the care of mommy and daddy.

2. The university will go only the first half to complete 2 short course cacasenos (more poop, actually) that I'm in debt.

3. I need to carve out a job opportunity as soon as possible (and liberal), which can volcartodo learned in this Hexagenia,

4. There are many goals which urge me to begin to comply, and these are so disparate and reckless one another, which mostly do not know what the fuck way I go driving.

5. I've been more than a year of invaluable relationship that has persisted despite several rolling stones on the road (most of my mistakes, of course, and how not ... also the inevitable opportunists always jealous poke disturbed felons with the nose and right ear lying on the side of our wall, make the appearance of being well-intentioned caretakers of fair play within a relationship, and nothing else just because they say very charitable souls have no spirit of shock one, and so go through life leaving teaching mystical in its path and selflessly to ensure it all "we're treated well ".... A Nobel peace prize, urgent for them!).

Me and my drinks we love, and much, but it is inevitable at this point, we are assaulted by the insecurity of the bearings that individually, each of us, we will take from this new period, to achieve convergence still in the continuation of this cute-and I repeat again and all shell-and IN-VA-LO-RA-BLE romance.

6. My father, a great-I offered to pay him a master in any part of the globe (regardless of our power, obviously) for me to take a greater degree of achievement my art college. But how will I explain that my dignity towards reject the bid, as I am true to my stupid foundations of a perfect man, and because it is being able to further my general slogan that ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡ I give a VERGA ACADEMICS, AND DO NOT WANT ME TO EAT MORE DEN THE THEORY HOOKER, I WOULD LIKE TO CHANGE laburo ASSISTANT, SAUSAGE OR SELLER IN ANY LADRILLEROS FACTORY IN ORDER TO MAKE MY ECONOMIC INDEPENDENCE, SO DO THINGS AS THEY REALLY LIKE ME ME !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !

my idealitos Honorable ", no? If, then, and I mean no joke, ah. But, I'll open up my heart (again) and confess that I have endless troubles on how to go to achieve this feat of doing things as the desire, and if anything, jijiji, ....... .. I can achieve this great dream of comic strip character. You see gentlemen, I'm just a complete and improvised cojudín, speaking as his mouth and still alive is because Daddy and Mommy put everything on the table yet.

7. Well, running and this list of traumas on the year ahead, tell them that we are moving soon-in capital to a new property interest and a terrifying aspect of the pitrimitri overcrowding (... I wish I could ....), which, ladies and gentlemen, I do not know if I can get out alive.

¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡ WOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH !!!!!!!!!!!!

Basta! I do not know if I'm ready for such transformation, but what the fuck.

That was why I decided to do little, and go with what lucidity (congratulate me myself), come to me to spend the holidays this year and all summer in its entirety, this land is still virgin white for me, which I believe are the suitable time and place so that you can, in my solitude hermit, find peace and strength that I need to retake course, the big question that I must begin to answer since the end of March, and installed again in the dirty and unpredictable capital, called Lima. The mamatrona trocadero all this fucking shit.

I talk to Sebastian for the chat and I said "bitch you are a dickhead friend, your 3 months you get away by himself to give lashes."

I smile to myself and think: What the fuck is going to be whipping me, come to me 3 months to Arequipa?