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Bounce ...

Getting coffee in the afternoon is something I love. That Sunday afternoon I walked towards the house of one of my best friends, the street was empty, but the calm and silence that filled the city at that time contrasted with the turmoil of my thoughts in recent months: There was something I wanted to tell.

Why hide one of the facets that will accompany me throughout life? ... For me it is only a feature of many that define me, it's totally safe, not hurt anyone .... And yet why he attaches so much importance? Why so afraid of tell?

So absorbed was I walked almost without realizing the great distance that had to my destination and when I entered the gate I noticed how the frenzied activity inside me did not even feel the cold, so intense for a southerner, that day. Finally, I rang the bell and open the door to the joy of seeing my friend, after so long made me forget what I was working so far ...

She had invited me to coffee, and that's what we did, take a tray with coffee, two cups, sugar ... and sit in the heat of the round table to take, as the conversation flowed. ... A theme going on to another without stopping .... Perhaps

long time no see, what I had experienced it lately, or my desire to open inside me that day, did we increasingly contaráramos most intimate things. Lots of feelings, usually enclosed in a corner of the heart, began to leave, until he got one, alive, very intense, like a torrent that escaped from jail where he had always been a prisoner ...

I said

"I'm gay. ..

His gaze away from the surprise, was understanding and tenderness ... laughed softly

"You've gone red ...

I laughed too, Why reflex, by nerves?

slowly walked over, kissed my cheek and whispered

-always suspected that you were ...

As much as you do not ask me why I suspected ... I had reason was most important at that time ... and only much later discovered that unconsciously already had said long before that day. ..

After that moment my heart was free ... and I could tell lots of experiences that had previously been audited by the mind, which so often prefers to hide what you really are because of fear of rejection, to be different to be a misunderstood ...

The conversation dragged on for hours, but it was she who heard me patiently while I talked and talked ... Not everyone has the qualities of this girl ... Maybe that's why you want both, and perhaps for that very reason was also the first person that I confessed my highest and most hidden secret until then, become their custodian. I know she keeps it as one of its greatest jewels, because it is the cause of this complicity so special that has arisen between us.

Today I have not yet made public, remains a secret known only to share with friends whom I really trust ... Although maybe that attitude I close many roads ...

And you ...

how and when you tell him?
why did you? Or why not do it?

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The End of the week

This weekend I succumbed to the night and wandered the streets in these ambiguous times when you mix a drunkard and a riser (Sabina dixit). I've been observing the environment, the "two-pronged sad takes for us to analyze the behavior of normal owls, to try to decipher the magnetism that draws us to the dark (more than one rather the darkroom) . There is a barrier

time at dawn in which the environment / atmosphere begins to vampirizarte. Everything becomes the scene of a Lynch film. They breathe and savor the superficial cliches to break the ice. The ice is broken and the drip intentions (it could have chosen another verb perhaps less grotesque, but no). Claims pinganillo porters, camels friendly young men to spare your life playing behind his eighties glasses "modern" without glass. Eyes appear hollow project and received two more cups. We hear the laughter rising in the scratchy throat and a deep boredom hide vital. Laugh to be convinced that they are having fun so we can repeat so banal experience the day after the weekend after the next ... Hunters enter the scene at night, sensuality feigned to feed the ego and alter your state of intoxication. Relations are triggered based on lack. Increase the queues at the toilets of those awaiting a dose of momentum to nowhere, some ahead, others behind. Call a friend to anyone who invites us to another "pitch." We share free compliments that suddenly we are all willing to believe. Anesthetized neurons are displacing to the rhythm of famous DJs Spotify.

begins a desperate search for eyes that pierced you, something that is not difficult in this environment. Fears designer dresses walk worried about leaving the room to see. Hostages of themselves acting alleged freedom. Arrows impacting the hollow where there should be a heart. Hugs not touch us, words that do not reach us, without ever sliding eyes to focus. Psychic hysteria invade the dance floor. Your partner is your soul mate bar and the bartender has all the answers, as well as being tremendous. Another rum and Coca-Cola that you do not know anything. Leave that already paid me. Disguised existential crisis atmosphere. Resisting lungs causing excessive anxiety and the smell of fart that has replaced the smell of snuff. Shots willing to insatiable customers, both at the bar in the darkroom. Clouding the view, the languages \u200b\u200bare locked, the balance is lost on the way to the service, but no matter, because more than one volunteer to help you urinate.

How well are going through. Pupils of cocaine peck the remains of the evening. All waiting for something to happen, to turn a gust of wind our way to somewhere. Sunrise, and fur turn gray in the light of day. Vampires flee their homes. Blinds cast until the sun is again. Start the hangover that punishes our bodies, we hit on the head, bursts in stomach and climbs slowly through the dry throats. Last night did not happen, it was not. But tonight, yes. This is the night. And so life goes shot into the void, until we discover that no one will rescue us from our own inertia. The night promises, but fails.

Adapted from "Night" by Barbara Alpuente.

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Sense & sensibility 2008.

Looking at my books I found Sense and Sensibility among which I take when you have finished moving. Yes, big changes are still present but there are things I will not change, I keep reading and surround myself with those books that left me feeling good.
Amid so many breastfeeding and diapers (I'm ecological situation to be resolved), I was again enjoying the artistic sensibility and impetuous Marianne and Elinor reasoning and serenity.
otherwise enjoyed this second reading, the first time I did not notice some details and I recreated beautifully both as it is written, there must be that recommended the rereading.
Knowing that the BBC had done a miniseries in 2008 jumped to view it.

this miniseries I liked the Ang Lee film of 1995, although I think most people liked the movie more. But I will not fall in many comparisons, each production has its own style.
The miniseries is very true to Jane Austen's work. It consists of three chapters where the sets and costumes are impressive and outstanding performances, I loved the cast chosen but I missed Greg Wise as Willoughby and Alan Rickman as Colonel Brandon. But Hugh Grant was not surprising, Edward Ferrars is shy and unable to break a commitment even if you make life miserable, but Grant is also boring. Dan Stevens for me was better on paper. I like it when instead of declaring Elinor gives him a book of flowers.

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There are scenes like the fall of Marianne in the cliffs. But I was depressing the cottage where they had to move, so removed in the valley. You may have to explain that this is best reflected the great change that the sisters were with her mother.

New to see a sex scene with preambles which of course does not appear in the Jane Austen book, but that implies. Finally
wanted to talk Margarett small in Austen book barely mentioned but in the versions made into movies is much more history and earn her wit and humor.
I just learned that the book Sense and Sensibility makes its 200 anniversary this year, good match for this entry.

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61 years waiting to marry

Richard Adrian Dorr, 83, and John Mace, 91, is a New York couple that has no more and no less than 61 Añaza together since 1950. They met at music school in New York Juiliard of which are singing teachers, and among his students are such famous faces as Bette Midler, Vanessa Redgrave and Richardson Nartasha.

Richard and John have joined the campaign that means grabbing all New Yorkers in favor of marriage between same sex. They posted a video along with Freedom To Marry (Freedom to marry), the platform of demands, calling for the legalization of marriage in the state of New York for them to marry because they believe that after 61 years together it is time to marry . As they said, 61 years are more than sufficient to establish that they should have the same rights as others and get married.

They have said very clearly: We are

of New York and after 61 years together we believe we have the right to marry in New York.

hope everything goes well, and soon legalize marriage between same sex in the state of New York. They have no right to consider Richard and John, among many other couples second class citizens. I have the conviction that this will positively and may marry. What do you think? Much encouragement to all New Yorkers, especially those that you visit us from the Big Apple! Freedom to marry! ;)