Vds. I will forgive you have parafresado to History (with a capital) for the frivolous purpose to celebrate a birthday. Of course, San Cucuphas free me to compare myself with the Irrigation missed by so much as republicanote visit this blog. Look at that of the jokes and silly wordplay is always the Countess but this time has given birth tontuna a servant, the aristocrat ya no está en Madrid. Madame la Comtesse ha decidido este año que las localidades del norte de la península ya no se llenan de glamour y Vips y que han perdido por tanto la calificación de exclusivo. Que ni Santander ni San Sebastián son lo que eran, vamos. De forma y manera que se ha marchado a Bath a tomar las aguas. ¡Ahí es nada! Al fin y al cabo se lo encontrará más o menos todo igual que cuando Jane Austen lo describía en sus novelas y no tendrá nada que objetar al respecto puesto que ambas dos son casi de la misma quinta. Jejejeje, a lo mejor hasta se topa con su fantasma en el Pomp Room , tomando a cup of tea o un vasito de agua milagrosa.
Well, we'll let that go and relax to and rest from the countess. Or as my grandmother said, "that much rest are (whether or not Bath) as rest stops."
Already three Añaza. Yes sir. And this blogautora , that when he wrote the first and tontísimo post (I will not bring them the link, which still embarrasses me) long feared that opening a blog, and thanks due to Bolch was not going to go from being a temporary fad rather tend to be ephemeral as the likes of this writer, has completed to surrender to the evidence. The project was a passenger and let the summer of 2007 that glides smoothly, has become a blog about adult. Granted, I'm not very consistent in the publication of entries and I do not stretch much about it, but I assure you that the longest period I have been without post was 37 days and because the circumstances were dificilillas. And I assure you that, generally, I curro entries. Yes, I enjoy preparing them as much as I think Vds. reading them, I learn I also listen to music (love to give me sick voluntarily) and, above all, I am able to relate with others and to communicate something more or less valid.
And birthdays are usually a time for celebration but also balances. And this year I assure you that the balance is decanted clearly (or was ostentóreamente) to the bright side, the better. On the sad side, the loss of contact with Dart, Paul J. Vayón or Baron Cosimo, which I miss. Manuel not. Manuel is the negative side but on the other. Continues to accompany us all and we still want as then. Never be in the worst dish of the scale. And this is that the positive years is loaded but than good loaded, newcomers.
Gonna make count if me permit. Since August are few those appreciation and sometimes want, which incorporated as readers reciprocal Variations Goldberg. Sometimes only I could treat through mail, blog or phone although draft ourselves follows with all vivo. Got been lucky meet other personally and not few. Among first, Mammamia, alias Sor Squinting of Flamenco and culture ; Sergio Astorga, Antojos ; Izaskun of Bookstore Mujeres and Siempreconhistorias , Oscar, Nire Sofatik. From my couch ; Ramiro of Binder Glimpses . Between seconds, Carmen, Ciberculturalia ; Ana, of Pulling thread ; Judith, dalliances a modern Peter Pan ; Ybris of Vacuum ; Txema of Noeraixò and One way presented , Oscar, of MMMGRRHHH !!!!! , Sue and Gemma, of Delirio , Charles, Days of future past.
But I've also been lucky enough to see to and talk personally with old friends bloggers: Isabel, of Roma Women , Charles de Batz, of Tornavientos ; Anarkasis of mess, Laura, Donna angelified , Daniel and Victoria, Frito World. And I experienced the enormous pleasure of listening to playing, though I could not talk to him because the occasion did not allow it to Diego Fernández Magdaleno, Words water.
And of course, I have continued contact and, in many cases seeing often with Gemma (how I regret not being able to see you this year) and Martine (ma petite Nomade) ; Fernando, Aída , Alucinao , Curro, Joseph , Antonio , Rafa and Lola , Javier , AF , Nano , Tanhauser , Fra Miquel , Mary , Mita , Isabel, Luisa , Jose the cordobeission.
Sometimes the past year there have been moments in which he could not find myself, that did not lift his head. And even at that time, some there were pushing to go up the well. And the well was blinded and everything is back to normal and the communication has been maintained. There people are even bothered by phone at odd hours and endured the downpour of tears sometimes without knowing quite what to do or say but knowing comfort, others were sending smoke signals but I did not know out of my imprisonment, to say that this will pass and they were there just in case. Some more remained there, at the foot of the canyon and as always from the beginning and all life, giving me all the love and support through the generosity of friends old and deep. That's why I value and appreciate and love them. A friends do not judge them. Simply, they are appreciated, the esteem, love them.
Some believe that this world is paper blogosphere, which is full of people but you look out and there's really nobody. Sometimes I've come to believe fervently. But then I realized my mistake. I've known people who have shown me affection, joy and affection that comes from a virtual relationship. And retract publicly. And that feeling for anything to keep in touch with people and learning from them and interacting. I think a blog is more than a book of notes while I respect scrupulously almost everyone who does not think so. To me it means a window to open up to reality. For though I made up as the other characters are neglected, I have their feet firmly on the ground. Breakfast puffs of reality every day. I do not think any countess. I never did. I know that I worked from age 18 on something I liked but this allowed me to study, travel, food, access to a very early and privileged early retirement and, above all, live. I enjoy what I can because I think anyone who shares with me home and life and I have earned it honestly and with effort. I have never cheated, manipulated, or deceived as speculated could surely one noble. I have always lived in what won and never rents an aristocrat nonexistent. Already see that Countess moves another plane: the purely fictitious. I been a simple employed my lifetime. Vivo in a neighborhood laborer. My house is old although I have the tremendous lucky whatsoever at almost own. I have friends and family who adore although never could have children good I have liked. 'm Normal and until vulgar and know well what say. Me remains alone third living and surely worst but here am and here sigo. Aware privileges I enjoy in current times. Through some entries published this year I realized I can be very weak but strong. AND want that although me invent countesses or stewards or bad girls or delicate opera characters, the blogosphere remains for me exactly what it is today: the window of reality that I like to look out every day to have a relationship with each and, in particular, to enable that knowledge becomes virtual in many cases, fortunately, real and palpable, healthy ( sensu lato and sensu stricto ) and cuddly. So cuddly if you ask me.
So hopefully this triennium full of words, images and music continues to become a five and a decade y. .. And of course, read and listen Vds.. (If after this lengthy statement of principles and I shut it, understand it is to kill me).
I leave for the cake and champagne here right next to when you awaken. For one day do them no harm no coffee at breakfast. And of course as always, some music. This time of celebration, of course. Of course, these offered are somewhat concerned because I want to ask them please to provide a long life to the Variations. I know they will, so ... thanks in advance.
Good night all.
G. Verdi (1840-1901) with libretto by Francesco Maria Piave. La Traviata, Brindisi . Orchestra and Chorus of the Royal Opera. Dir Edward Downes. Lucia Popp, Placido Domingo and Alfredo and Violetta portraying Queen Elizabeth in London in 1986
(via Youtube through LaVioletaValery )
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