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He likes the sun on a terrace in the street. I was just finishing the spring and whoever it was the god of time, finally decided that enough was enough to moisten. As I say, the weather was glorious, but I was not for jokes. She had driven away. So, no more. Well, the truth is coming threatening to take unpleasant decisions since time immemorial ... but hey ... I always took it as more reprimand. And, reprimands, existed. Deserved, I admit. As she told me, you do everything wrong!, You are useless!, Do not give anything right! Okay, I admit, I'm a klutz, but always went with my best intentions.

is true that one day I threw the pot of coffee on the floor of the room, but was an accident. really. And I understand that angry, clear. Also, thank you correct me, because otherwise you do not learn ... but lightning! Nor did he hit me why the average mojadilla I released the remanguillé. But in the end, everything is for peace in the home.

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Another day, I was hungry, I ate a hundred grams of Westphalian ham that she had put on the kitchen table, who knows with that intention. The cries were heard even in Badajoz. "Are not you repress, you idiot?, Etc, etc. .. and the timeless song, "you do everything wrong, etc, etc"

But I love her. I know it is all for my sake, if you're useless, you have to teach, correct ... She did everything because I loved to make me a be correct, comme il faut, I know. To date, he has made me de patas en la calle. Y lo terrible es que no sé todavía la razón. Pienso, pienso, y me pierdo dando vueltas y vueltas a la mollera…

Pero bueno, hace sol, y en la radio del Bar suena “Les adieux” de Beethoven. Estos vieneses, ya se sabe, siempre tan clásicos. Levanto la vista. En la mesa de al lado, una moza me mira con ojos cariñosos. La miro, me vuelvo hacia ella, con tan mala fortuna que tiro la taza de café que tenía a su lado. Decididamente, lo hago todo mal. Espero su reprimenda, pero en vez de eso, me sonríe. ¡Dios! ¿Qué es esto? ¿cómo es posible? Sus intenciones, sin duda no son good ... also ... try to touch me. No, a person who corrects me can not be good ... in one swift move, as my lady I had driven away without getting the muzzle, he threw a bold bite that hand ....

And here I am in the pound. I hope she comes to rescue. The ultimate hope is lost.

Joes Dassin. On s'est loved as we left.

the mornings and are very similar
When love gives way to everyday
It was not made to live together
It n'suffit not always much love

Funny yesterday they were bored
And it hardly could be found
words to talk about the weather
And now that must start
was one hundred thousand things to say
That hold too much heart for so little time

We loved as we left
simply without thinking about tomorrow
you tomorrow always comes too soon
For farewells sometimes are a little too well

Only thing is that we have our roles yours
We look at it you laugh a little afraid
We always forgot a few things
is not easy to say goodbye

And we know too well that sooner or later
Maybe tomorrow or even tonight
We will say that all is not lost
This unfinished novel
There will be a fairy tale
But it was past the age we no longer believe

We loved as we left
All simply without thinking about tomorrow Until tomorrow
that always comes too soon
For farewells sometimes are a little too well

Romeo Juliet and all other
At the bottom of your books dormer in peace
A simple story like ours
Is the only one ever writes
Come early must partir
Laisser ici nos souvenirs
On va descendre ensemble si tu veux
Et quand elle va nous voir passer
La patronne du café
Elle va encore nous dire salut les amoureux

On s'est aimé comme on se quitte
Tout simplement sans penser à demain
A demain qui vient toujours un peu trop vite
Aux adieux qui quelques fois se passent un peu trop bien

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Mobile Phones, red wines and Navajo Indians



Ya se que parece una mezcla un tanto inusual, queridos amigos, pero, por todos the thunder of Brest, as stated by Captain Haddock, I promise that I can explain everything (is that one has had to explain many things in life -yes dear, my darling, do not be angry, etc, etc, I can explain everything etc, etc- and I have been the custom). The fact is that I'm struggling like a desperate crazy with my new mobile phone (Mobile, shoe phone, telefonino, "G" as they call it in Belgium, or whatever you want to call it). It is an invention that it calls "T9" and that is that you edit what you write in SMS without giving any alternative option. The day before yesterday I was watching the events live in Cairo by the TV channel "Al Jazeera "when I came to send an SMS to a buddy saying" I'm seeing it from Egypt in Al Jazeera. "But the infernal monster decided that Al Jazeera is not tolerable and I changed it to" the era of Jazz. "Rays as I was working with both the phone and watching TV, the message came out as such. Since you imagine the bewilderment of my friend, "What happened in Egypt in the Age of Jazz?" sang the response SMS .

Well, I still have not managed to erase it from the T9. But, finally, on to the red wines, if not, I encorajino. I thought (sometimes happens, do not leave to believe that my dendrites are always in a catatonic state) I am going to talk about the wines I've discovered in recent times. Especially unexpected wines, wine surprise, I have shaken the taste when I was not expecting. All that wine I put here are tough, long, with degree, as I like. I begin with the last one surprised me. LACetto of Baja California. Fabulous and the merit of having come to Brussels with full force and without dizziness. I saw in a supermarket (which I do not say that the take away from me.) I tried and returned the next day to take the four bottles they had. I have promised that they will bring more:




I still have my great discovery of the summer 2009: the red of the Alpujarras of Granada. Almuñécar I walked by when I stopped going to Pampaneira Orgiva and bought a bottle of this wonder: García de Verdevique. The story was the same: the next day, I took the car and went to Orgiva to buy all the bottles they had:





The domain Guerrouane Sahari I discovered in Rabat in 2008. Another great red wine, this time in Morocco. Coincidentally the next year found him in a supermarket in Brussels. But darling, darling! not to be rolling, because Merlot also have the same type of bottle and has nothing to do, is a hoax. For Merlot, Chilean prefer.





Of the two that follow I have already spoken in previous blog entries, but, hey, put the pictures again, because total costs nothing and you have not, dear colleagues and buddies, to go to find the post where I put them. The oak Tannat Don Paacual Janice, Uruguayan and Argentine Malbec Mendoza:








I still other things out there pending, but sapristi! I have no photos in hand, as the Montenegrin Vranach or Yakut Turkish. But I can promise and promise that I will make a new post when I have photos.

Ah! and if your keen sense of observation has led you to discern that the main picture is a few bottles of red wine and Georgian Croatian, I say: bravo, guys! entirely true, but I did not open and almost, almost, I think I'm not going to open. They have a lot of history behind it. Maybe one day I will tell it.

And now comes to tell the story of the Navajo. I came online in English. The translation has not been easy, but I think I respected the original meaning of the story. The photo came in the mail, so I guess you do not have copyright:



"Sally was returning from a shopping secondary road south. I was quite way to get home, when India saw a woman walking along the shoulder. He stopped, thinking it was going to do wrong a little company and told to sign that India's rise. The woman nodded and sat on the seat beside the driver.

Sally All attempts to start a conversation proved futile. India's staring out the window without a word. In this, the woman noticed a bottle of red wine that Sally had bought for her husband. India asked: What be this?. Sally, wanted to clarify that it was not for her, and said red wine is for my husband ...

India was silent for a couple of minutes and then said: Well done, good change. "

Until next time. A HUG.