Monday, February 28, 2005

Can You Use Veet After A Spray Tan

Ruins And the Oscar goes to ... (First entrga)

Warning: The following text will be almost incomprehensible to anyone who does not suffer the broadcasts of the Academy Awards that year after year carried on Channel 4.
September 1
A poorly decorated with director's chairs and plastic figurines of gold, comes an old man wearing the same black suit that will be used next year.
- How are you, Arthur? - Says the suit next to him in a chair.
The other replied, smiling from his white jacket, specially purchased for the occasion.
- Well, enjoy this incredible evening ... how could it be otherwise, do not you think Alvaro?
-course ...
In a short while to start delivery. The cameraman who will take care of them for a few hours on trembling, holding a paper in his hand.
- Arthur, Álvaro ... I was thinking what were the previous transmissions, and I made a list of expressions that can be used, say, besides "amazing" or "wonderful" ... could read them and use them before when discussing the transfer, shall we? Arthur
yawns, he passes the list to his partner, Alvaro reads aloud: "EXTRAORDINARY, AMAZING, WOW, AMAZING ...".
Removes eyes from the paper. I like the word "extraordinary" sounds important.
The cameraman is fired and placed behind the camera. With a hand motion indicating that they started recording.
- Goodnight still friends, "says Arthur Another chair from Oscar night shared with Monte Carlo Television. How are you Alvaro?
- Great Arthur, enjoying a preview of what will be the awards of the Academy. Both continue exchanging compliments
free to the Academy until the image finally appears at the Kodak Theatre, to which they can not help launch a ...
- Incredible ... totally wonderful.
This time the presenter will be Chris Rock. Ah! If you do not talk so fast ... Arthur
making efforts to translate it, but just fails to understand the jokes. He laughs at the wrong time while trying to hide their hawks Álvaro shortcomings in simultaneous translation.
At last the round.
- This is not working ...- Arthur says Alvaro stirring movie information from the internet "We must do something ... Arthur
seems not to hear. It entertains practice poses to the camera.
- Please, Arthur ... By the way, in ten years we worked together, there was always something I wanted to ask: is this really your name? Arthur
pose looks from co-star Travolta and tells the leg while crossing pass;
- Si ... but you can call Pocholo. When we are not in the air, of course ...
batch is completed. Again suffer the English, damn yankees, why not speak English!
This Read Álvaro time sheets from the internet, and speak out spaces that have little to do with what you are saying ... but hey, comes round again, no time to recover.
- Arthur, I was thinking ... could talk about Drexler. Dress is nominated, we could talk about it.
His companion nods. Talk about Jorge Drexler. After all, Uruguay, and recently the channel did an interview where he went drinking mate.
Ah, Drexler ... he was going to save the night.

Tuesday, February 22, 2005

Welcome Introduction For Office Annual Day

Windows

had blue eyes, calm and clean.
When he spoke he smiled but did not move his mouth, and sometimes talks with him forcing others to bow lips involuntarily.
sat there smoothing his shirt while buttoned, looked away years of imprisonment, exile, such as escaping from the fabric wrinkles Mintra passed his hand over them.
talked about what had happened to the distant voice of one who has left behind too, and it was impossible to hear without his memories went into my mind to stay. "I know Belgium
said picking up his jacket from his chair seven years I lived there and I do not know ... I only remember the window of my house, they saw the river from the windows ... I preferred prison to exile.
It gets the sack and just look at me tell me you get used to prison he joined her, while always a stranger outside.
"I understand those who relapse, the jets returned to the Criminal ... you know what to expect inside.
When I entered, the lawyer told me that mine was for a year. I felt I was dying.
But after time passed ... five years ago when I was there, the prosecutor asked for six more years ... and I took it easy.
I can only imagine what I said.
I watch him as he talks arranged clothes, feeling the growing admiration against which fought for his ideas, his thoughts are arranged in the air like in a closet.
Floating between us are the bars, and the grimace a window that showed a river that never visited.

Tuesday, February 15, 2005

How Sweet And Low Affects You



With my grandfather share many things, and one of them is the habit of putting music to what we do, my grandfather whistles, I prefer to sing. Whether
because it rains, because we have to walk alone, because the day he deserves (or because we mistreatment), the two respond that way, perhaps by instinct.
So today, as she finished lunch in the kitchen, I heard rattling away the gravel of the courtyard, whistling down the street that soon would step toward the "outsiders" who hide too much for him, a visit outside the hospital where the that was his daughter, my mother.
do not know if anyone would like hospitals ... have a veil for my loss, I can not stop me freezing cold feeling when I visit the body.
Yesterday, while waiting for the results of my mother in a huge room almost empty, I spoke with a man waiting for his wife.
In fact, what had been waiting three years is that cancer abandon her, and talked about it with the naturalness that gives living things, and perhaps become more so terrible for the listener.
forward together. I do not know how it will be elsewhere, but here we are accustomed to passivity has always felt even in the hospital waiting.
After a while she came, her head bald from chemotherapy. She wore a green chiffon scarf in hand, the same green suit he wore the same green shoes.
- Do you help me? - She told her husband, I took blood and I can not tie my handkerchief.
He got up, carefully folded handkerchief and placed him in the head by arranging each fold, with a love that I have rarely seen.
February 14 ... supposedly was the "day of love." I noted I was a boy in the street, much earlier, while walking toward the hospital.
had a thousand thoughts intertwined when he stood before me and dropped his "happy Valentine's Day. " I spit just a "thank you" while walking.
And there was the man, tying the handkerchief gently.
In these things, I think, is love, and not hide behind empty dates.
(I was in your eyes when I looked, and I was no longer alone.)

Sunday, February 13, 2005

What Trowel To Use For Shower Wall Tile

Valentine's Day Water

The water came out strong, stopping for a moment to regain his body back then, with large explosions.
My brother took me by the shoulders and pushed me so that I splashes droplets, while the sound of the spray on brass tub reminded me that many times we had run away from home.
The water was hot! Mom smiled
wetting the hands (which should not return to burn the heavy pots heating prevented cold baths), as if somehow the water could restore some of the heat that was lost that war had been stolen, not recover and never ... Juanito
"Come," he said then, "Come both. Feel this ...
Then, as if it were magic, the water was intertwined with my hand and gave me warmth.

Wednesday, February 9, 2005

Sample Welcome Letters To Medical Practice



Anger, sadness ...
told me not to cry without imagining that the drops and rolled down my face.
do not know why, suddenly I feel like this (or maybe I know, but loath to admit it).
In a way that eludes to the reason, I feel rejected ...
(maybe hard to admit because it makes sense).
is this, only this what I get.
could decorate it with adjectives, make it pleasing to the eyes that dwell, but would remain just that.