Have you ever stopped to count the hours you have lived?, What about the minutes? I just did and now number 254,232 hours, or whatever it is, 15,253,920 minutes. Of these fifteen million mark, the clock that presides over this post have marked the last 527,040 in my left wrist.
cronometaron The first marking the decline, the loss of total papers, the ultimate bottom. After these early times he had to have some uncertain days, very hard, a few minutes in which, as the song says Amaral and Moby, feel inside that everything is going, culminating in the scene the fifth floor of the biggest club in Madrid, hugged a faithful squire.
Luckily in those first days of life on my wrist also marked the birth of my "nephew" Bollullo, happiness and pride of a whole group of guys, and that after a few months now dificilillos recovered and expectant at what will be an exciting life. Unbeknownst
neither he nor his owner, was present at the time I went on this roller coaster as discussed in another post. If he had been unfaithful to my headers, this post would have been entitled "A Year in the roller coaster." What I sense there so long? The answer is vertigo, pain, nausea, laughter, tears, happiness, helplessness, anger and amusement in equal measure. Overshooting control over my actions and feelings that come up without reaching the summit, that fall without reaching the bottom, is what has made this past year especially, and the special call is not to say that was neither good nor bad is what is played and thus had to deal cape based on better or worse, but always with style and almost always with a smile, but inside was not the same.
Well, I think today is a good time to finally close a page, follow my own advice, celebrate the "veintitodos" and enjoy what's coming and what is good This past year has also been. As the appearance of two people who have painted that will be very special dinner or as that of the eleventh "17-O", our best dinner and night, consumed at the rate of two magnificent Montecristo above courtesy of Squire. Speaking of cigars, I can not pass the pleasure condensate at 192 mm. long and 15.08 mm in diameter, which meant that "Cohiba Lancero" Jerez and those two hours, marked by the same clock that was talking about earlier, it took to finalize and taste.
A year spent at the rate of fine cigars, sipping the amount of success in sport, enjoying good live music and healing scars, as has been noted in previous articles. Gift
And, when can we talk?. I will do the opposite of what standard and tomorrow I leave mine to you. THANKS.
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