Komplet Wypoczynkowy Felix

not resist the temptation so I had to upload this. Overall, if I use it in a contest, I erase it.

worked at the airport several years ago. For those coincidences of life, was lining up to catch a plane, when a robber dashed past him with the portfolio of a lady. In an instinctive act, ran after the thief and caught him before the same guards, that was enough for that by the time he returned, he was offered a job to protect the safety of passengers.

was now in the international section. Normally, his work was only to be expected, still, with a access doors, ever vigilant, waiting for some sign to indicate that something was wrong. There was not much was happening, the truth is that all machines that had monitoring, since the metal sensors to the camera never outdated, the work of security guards was being reduced to just verify identities.

Nothing too complicated.

well paid.

could not complain.



tried to appear calm and according to him, what was achieved. But inside his gut feeling that snakes became frightened by a fire, stirring it so unbearable, uncontrollable. But

I knew I had to stay calm. His mission there was too important to ruin everything for a few visceral problems.

looked at his watch: it was almost time. Looked around, identifying each guard. One, two, three, four.

He reached into his pocket. There was the engine.

Taking a deep breath, began the countdown.



looked in the corner of my eye a strange movement. He turned and caught a glimpse of a dark man of medium height, wearing dark blue jeans and a green vest, from the neck sticking out the corners of a shirt. There was nothing unusual, and certainly only encountered: hence the movement that had caught his attention.

He almost seemed to ignore when you tell a brief hesitation in his step, a short false step, as if hesitating ... or as if preparing.

Ready?

reached not react in time, but allowed him to have realized it earlier than their peers. So, when the individual began to run, he released after only a few seconds later. Weaving among the passengers were surprised and shot one of them chased out by a guard, did not take his eyes off her. "This is mine," he thought.



"I can not go back" he said to himself, while dodging all the obstacles that were in his way. He was quick and agile, allowing him to get some benefit from the guard who was chasing him, but was surprised to see that even so, this never stopped chasing and that, conversely, began to run even harder and managed to close the distance. Between curve and bend her head slightly turned around to check this.

were already arriving. He could see down the hall your goal.

An alarm began to ring. This is already well placed.



The guard was beginning to resent the lack physical activity, and had already slowed down, not because he wanted but because his body was no more, but still demanded full stride and managed to keep up with the terrorist. They had begun to call.

Suddenly, her heart sank and the view is clouded by a second.

the end of the corridor which ran persecutor and persecuted, was a row of passengers were waiting to board a plane. Startled by the alarm, which had recently begun to sound, their heads turned to see the chase.

And to see as the persecution he approached the line and took one of the women here.

"Shit - Thought - going to take hostages. "



The identified immediately when he was still running. Without slowing, drew the line and clutched while the device drew from his pocket.
was time to end the plan.

Stunned, the guard saw the terrorist knelt before the woman he had taken, he took a ring from his pocket and said:

"I could not let you left without telling you what I want to say for months. I know that yours is a one way trip, but the place to go is a huge and there is always room for one more. I love you like nobody has ever loved anyone, and I think you feel the same for me. Will you marry me?



Laughing, the guard turned around and canceled the alert and let hostage captor and kissed and laughed together.

Komplet Wypoczynkowy Felix

not resist the temptation so I had to upload this. Overall, if I use it in a contest, I erase it.

worked at the airport several years ago. For those coincidences of life, was lining up to catch a plane, when a robber dashed past him with the portfolio of a lady. In an instinctive act, ran after the thief and caught him before the same guards, that was enough for that by the time he returned, he was offered a job to protect the safety of passengers.

was now in the international section. Normally, his work was only to be expected, still, with a access doors, ever vigilant, waiting for some sign to indicate that something was wrong. There was not much was happening, the truth is that all machines that had monitoring, since the metal sensors to the camera never outdated, the work of security guards was being reduced to just verify identities.

Nothing too complicated.

well paid.

could not complain.



tried to appear calm and according to him, what was achieved. But inside his gut feeling that snakes became frightened by a fire, stirring it so unbearable, uncontrollable. But

I knew I had to stay calm. His mission there was too important to ruin everything for a few visceral problems.

looked at his watch: it was almost time. Looked around, identifying each guard. One, two, three, four.

He reached into his pocket. There was the engine.

Taking a deep breath, began the countdown.



looked in the corner of my eye a strange movement. He turned and caught a glimpse of a dark man of medium height, wearing dark blue jeans and a green vest, from the neck sticking out the corners of a shirt. There was nothing unusual, and certainly only encountered: hence the movement that had caught his attention.

He almost seemed to ignore when you tell a brief hesitation in his step, a short false step, as if hesitating ... or as if preparing.

Ready?

reached not react in time, but allowed him to have realized it earlier than their peers. So, when the individual began to run, he released after only a few seconds later. Weaving among the passengers were surprised and shot one of them chased out by a guard, did not take his eyes off her. "This is mine," he thought.



"I can not go back" he said to himself, while dodging all the obstacles that were in his way. He was quick and agile, allowing him to get some benefit from the guard who was chasing him, but was surprised to see that even so, this never stopped chasing and that, conversely, began to run even harder and managed to close the distance. Between curve and bend her head slightly turned around to check this.

were already arriving. He could see down the hall your goal.

An alarm began to ring. This is already well placed.



The guard was beginning to resent the lack physical activity, and had already slowed down, not because he wanted but because his body was no more, but still demanded full stride and managed to keep up with the terrorist. They had begun to call.

Suddenly, her heart sank and the view is clouded by a second.

the end of the corridor which ran persecutor and persecuted, was a row of passengers were waiting to board a plane. Startled by the alarm, which had recently begun to sound, their heads turned to see the chase.

And to see as the persecution he approached the line and took one of the women here.

"Shit - Thought - going to take hostages. "



The identified immediately when he was still running. Without slowing, drew the line and clutched while the device drew from his pocket.
was time to end the plan.

Stunned, the guard saw the terrorist knelt before the woman he had taken, he took a ring from his pocket and said:

"I could not let you left without telling you what I want to say for months. I know that yours is a one way trip, but the place to go is a huge and there is always room for one more. I love you like nobody has ever loved anyone, and I think you feel the same for me. Will you marry me?



Laughing, the guard turned around and canceled the alert and let hostage captor and kissed and laughed together.

How To Move Out The Clarion Drb3675r

Collado of "Muller"

Saturday July 20, 2010

Distance: 20.69 km.

Max: 2,429 m.

min height: 1,138 m. Total ascent

Rise: 1,379 m.

Time: 8 hours

Type: circular.

Difficulty: moderate / difficult. Hikers

: David (Lapi), José Carlos and Diego.

Like every summer, the "Gasolina" try to match a few days to enjoy the swimming pool of the urbanization of Jaca after a good outing. Normally, as we are in the Pyrenees and is trying to spend summer 2000 meters and do some alpine excursion. This year, we could only get a couple of days and make a trip, did not want to go from 2500 meters and there was more snow than other years (and frankly, I could not have because I am in bad shape). Decided to make a circular tour departing from Canfranc Station.
The idea was to reach the hill of the knob on the iSeries Ibón from the Valley has Canfranc Izas and down season for the trail that passes through the stand of the Basque.

Canfranc To reach station will come out emos from Jaca towards France by the Somport and about 21 km we reach the station where you park your car Canfranc.

We went walking at about 6:10 am, have not looked. We take the N330 road until the first bridge that gets to the right and which side a track that lets you leave the car at almost the Col strong thieves. As we walked we went up the path that goes to North and matches it with one of the paths of the Camino de Santiago. Was gradually dawning and the thieves get to Cole (30 '), we had enough light to avoid tripping. There you take the path that gradually introduces us to the Valley IZAS. Jose Carlos and I remembered a path a little more plain what we were doing and a panoramic valley a little wider towards the horizon, we find our memory a little later, after having already climbed a few meters, the Formigal ski lifts were visualized in the final hill of the valley and the waterfall of "Las Negras" waiting outside the shelter of pastors that we are in the middle of the valley. Accompanied and distracted by a lone cow that gave us good morning as bellow, we reached the shelter before and check said we should have taken a zigzag way up to our right, a path that goes to from a rock curiously cubic just a few hundred meters back. The mistake does not cost us more than 30 'minutes and go back to take the right path.

At this point begins the pechugazo good. We take every one our pace, and Jose Carlos Lapi pace "pre-Calcena" and I beat my fireproof "diesel" slow but steady. On the way up I are taking between 10 and 15 minutes less than I expected (if not deceive me to give encouragement to my ego and cheer me up). The truth is that after spending another shelter and finish a rise of one 45 'with the sun heating the Seseras cross a French gentleman colored underwear with a stick of wood higher than a backpack and Altus of the 70 with metal fasteners corroded by time. I think it's a hallucination fruit of my sobrealiento like to see "Tarzan" going up, but Jose Carlos and Lapi when we're in the iSeries Ibón I confirm it was real, in fact we are ahead of the three to a frenetic pace unattainable any human being and even deity and spotted by the ridge that runs from "The Muller" and goes to Ibón Ip later. Tarzan Menudo!.

Ibó From iSeries, we have the last pechugazo's ascension to the hill of "Muller." After those 50 or 60 'minutes came to the hill climb. Jose Carlos and lpi Dode and have been sheltered for lunch. Is 11:00 and we have the descent.

seems we have all earned but not deceived, are 9 miles of winding descent that begins without a clear signal of the path. We descended several feet across country virtually itos stone following the other climbers have left while my knees started playing and my weight began to take its toll. We reached the promised path and begins the descent into rhythm. I can not keep pace Jose Carlos and Lapi who had arrived an hour earlier or not for my ailing knee pace. They are good companions and I hope from time to time. Upon reaching the booth Basque and see what still remained to us, is when I passed the state of suffering abuse Sadomasochistic the body without any joy with the consequent change of attitude and loss of reason. (That is, every time I wanted to express something always began with a "Cagoendioslaputabajada ...") which is also known as "syndrome in the Fragilito Felix."

Jose Carlos and Lapi, strong, at your pace no problem in completing the trip but agree with me that the descent is scrotumtightening, upload have to be scary (even for less experienced loose knees).

Anyway, I met with about 21 miles in our legs and a drop of almost 1,400 m, we reached our goal: "The pool of the urbanization of Jaca and carrying Russian salad in the refrigerator the night before"

How To Move Out The Clarion Drb3675r

Collado of "Muller"

Saturday July 20, 2010

Distance: 20.69 km.

Max: 2,429 m.

min height: 1,138 m. Total ascent

Rise: 1,379 m.

Time: 8 hours

Type: circular.

Difficulty: moderate / difficult. Hikers

: David (Lapi), José Carlos and Diego.

Like every summer, the "Gasolina" try to match a few days to enjoy the swimming pool of the urbanization of Jaca after a good outing. Normally, as we are in the Pyrenees and is trying to spend summer 2000 meters and do some alpine excursion. This year, we could only get a couple of days and make a trip, did not want to go from 2500 meters and there was more snow than other years (and frankly, I could not have because I am in bad shape). Decided to make a circular tour departing from Canfranc Station.
The idea was to reach the hill of the knob on the iSeries Ibón from the Valley has Canfranc Izas and down season for the trail that passes through the stand of the Basque.

Canfranc To reach station will come out emos from Jaca towards France by the Somport and about 21 km we reach the station where you park your car Canfranc.

We went walking at about 6:10 am, have not looked. We take the N330 road until the first bridge that gets to the right and which side a track that lets you leave the car at almost the Col strong thieves. As we walked we went up the path that goes to North and matches it with one of the paths of the Camino de Santiago. Was gradually dawning and the thieves get to Cole (30 '), we had enough light to avoid tripping. There you take the path that gradually introduces us to the Valley IZAS. Jose Carlos and I remembered a path a little more plain what we were doing and a panoramic valley a little wider towards the horizon, we find our memory a little later, after having already climbed a few meters, the Formigal ski lifts were visualized in the final hill of the valley and the waterfall of "Las Negras" waiting outside the shelter of pastors that we are in the middle of the valley. Accompanied and distracted by a lone cow that gave us good morning as bellow, we reached the shelter before and check said we should have taken a zigzag way up to our right, a path that goes to from a rock curiously cubic just a few hundred meters back. The mistake does not cost us more than 30 'minutes and go back to take the right path.

At this point begins the pechugazo good. We take every one our pace, and Jose Carlos Lapi pace "pre-Calcena" and I beat my fireproof "diesel" slow but steady. On the way up I are taking between 10 and 15 minutes less than I expected (if not deceive me to give encouragement to my ego and cheer me up). The truth is that after spending another shelter and finish a rise of one 45 'with the sun heating the Seseras cross a French gentleman colored underwear with a stick of wood higher than a backpack and Altus of the 70 with metal fasteners corroded by time. I think it's a hallucination fruit of my sobrealiento like to see "Tarzan" going up, but Jose Carlos and Lapi when we're in the iSeries Ibón I confirm it was real, in fact we are ahead of the three to a frenetic pace unattainable any human being and even deity and spotted by the ridge that runs from "The Muller" and goes to Ibón Ip later. Tarzan Menudo!.

Ibó From iSeries, we have the last pechugazo's ascension to the hill of "Muller." After those 50 or 60 'minutes came to the hill climb. Jose Carlos and lpi Dode and have been sheltered for lunch. Is 11:00 and we have the descent.

seems we have all earned but not deceived, are 9 miles of winding descent that begins without a clear signal of the path. We descended several feet across country virtually itos stone following the other climbers have left while my knees started playing and my weight began to take its toll. We reached the promised path and begins the descent into rhythm. I can not keep pace Jose Carlos and Lapi who had arrived an hour earlier or not for my ailing knee pace. They are good companions and I hope from time to time. Upon reaching the booth Basque and see what still remained to us, is when I passed the state of suffering abuse Sadomasochistic the body without any joy with the consequent change of attitude and loss of reason. (That is, every time I wanted to express something always began with a "Cagoendioslaputabajada ...") which is also known as "syndrome in the Fragilito Felix."

Jose Carlos and Lapi, strong, at your pace no problem in completing the trip but agree with me that the descent is scrotumtightening, upload have to be scary (even for less experienced loose knees).

Anyway, I met with about 21 miles in our legs and a drop of almost 1,400 m, we reached our goal: "The pool of the urbanization of Jaca and carrying Russian salad in the refrigerator the night before"

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Fifteen

Even though you away, I leave this little present for you just read it ... Happy fifteen love)

tells the story a few years ago, a couple of young individuals were found at the entrance to a room. It has the same story that the lost look on her face, and at that time knew there was another girl.

The story goes that after the couple was more than just two youths who clashed on a door. Note that there were days they spent together in the rain without shelter that his hugs, that there were mornings when the sun was coming out the other eyelid opening, on the nights they went with the melody of their voices.

love story has been many. How many songs have been written, how many stories have been imagined, few films have been recorded, but no song to kick so many tears, and no tingling story many, many sighs and no movie like that pair up and still composing.

a poet once said, speaking to a woman, where poetry was her. I tell this gentleman that I was wrong. I've seen poetry. I have seen the song. I've seen the music, movies, stories, arts. They name, curly hair of a defined color. He lives in a boarding house in a strange city. Wins his smile still intact but has cried but their eyes are still beautiful, has laughed and the times you hear her laugh, a flower blooms in the grass and a cloud in the sky cleared and a smile on one face is form. Has died and returned to life, then success has triumphed again.

who have seen say that leaves you baffled if you give him enough time to haunt you. Some people have strange tales about the supernatural powers of his eyes charming, his delightful voice, his magical ride. I, however, I have seen her and seen her with her partner, reflected in the glass door before entering somewhere in the windows of parked cars passing in the water of rivers that together visit.

And all I've seen, in that reflection, are two people who love ...

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Fifteen

Even though you away, I leave this little present for you just read it ... Happy fifteen love)

tells the story a few years ago, a couple of young individuals were found at the entrance to a room. It has the same story that the lost look on her face, and at that time knew there was another girl.

The story goes that after the couple was more than just two youths who clashed on a door. Note that there were days they spent together in the rain without shelter that his hugs, that there were mornings when the sun was coming out the other eyelid opening, on the nights they went with the melody of their voices.

love story has been many. How many songs have been written, how many stories have been imagined, few films have been recorded, but no song to kick so many tears, and no tingling story many, many sighs and no movie like that pair up and still composing.

a poet once said, speaking to a woman, where poetry was her. I tell this gentleman that I was wrong. I've seen poetry. I have seen the song. I've seen the music, movies, stories, arts. They name, curly hair of a defined color. He lives in a boarding house in a strange city. Wins his smile still intact but has cried but their eyes are still beautiful, has laughed and the times you hear her laugh, a flower blooms in the grass and a cloud in the sky cleared and a smile on one face is form. Has died and returned to life, then success has triumphed again.

who have seen say that leaves you baffled if you give him enough time to haunt you. Some people have strange tales about the supernatural powers of his eyes charming, his delightful voice, his magical ride. I, however, I have seen her and seen her with her partner, reflected in the glass door before entering somewhere in the windows of parked cars passing in the water of rivers that together visit.

And all I've seen, in that reflection, are two people who love ...

Pattycake Penetration

Terrorist Birthdays:)

Positive:

1 .- World Cup Final.

2 .- Solar Eclipse. 3 .-

LCD in a bingo.

4 .- I was in a house with all my best friends:).

Negative:

1 .- You far away ...

Balance:

So far, this birthday 17 has been the best. With my Fofi, would have been perfect ...

Conclusion:

I'm happy as few times before! : D: D: D

Pattycake Penetration

Terrorist Birthdays:)

Positive:

1 .- World Cup Final.

2 .- Solar Eclipse. 3 .-

LCD in a bingo.

4 .- I was in a house with all my best friends:).

Negative:

1 .- You far away ...

Balance:

So far, this birthday 17 has been the best. With my Fofi, would have been perfect ...

Conclusion:

I'm happy as few times before! : D: D: D

Jockstrap Aussie Rules

TESTED .... Bloggers Meeting

Saturday July 3, 2010

Distance: 40.84 km.

Max: 1,045 m.

min height: 371 m. Total ascent

Rise: 722 m

Moving time: 6:20 pm Time

unemployed: 51 min.

Type: circular.

Difficulty: moderate. Hikers

: Iker and José Carlos.

look pretty repetitive always saw the same up and down, we have reason to go: because we have in the front door because it is beautiful and charming, for the sights, because it can be very demanding ... but this time there was not anything like that. We plan to go to Calcena, as many know, and Iker and I have not been, we wanted to get used to the legs over long distances in short, prove to see this. After Calcena again enjoy the mountain.

The weather forecast was not good, tormentone the day before, and instability with few thunderstorms likely on Saturday, with clouds of evolution and probability of extreme rainfall, but still decided to test.

know all the ways of the Sierra explained Algairén and having held numerous times, so I will not entertain too much on the explanations and let the references, the idea was to reach Cosuenda, but the time or something unexpected arises, The shortened.

At 6:15 we got underway, a Alpartir, our first objective, we went up the shortest path, which is the descent of the day after going to Valdejalón , that is to go direct to the cemetery on the way deep from La Almunia.

In Alpartir take the river road, to climb up the hill of Uncle Frank, here references ( River Road and climb the hill Uncle Francisco), in this piece, the path runs along the river and the waters of the previous day makes us mojemos, Iker just the legs, well, his socks, but I go with summer shoes without gore-tex and calo me your feet. We reached the hill, the climb is very cool and a good slope and we climb to the lookout point of the Falaguera, but the sun warmed the neck too and we had a long way, so I decided to go down to lunch at the cross Raso and lowered fast and direct.

At lunch on the pics from today and the biggest laugh, TAKES TAKES Iker lunch, pack bimbo bread bag, soba, cocoa butter boat of two colors of 750 ml, and a bag of cheats gang hahaha no comment, share some of my sandwich with him, for not giving hyperglycaemia . Leaving

Cosuenda to my feet wet and I are taking a toll, a hint of a blister by moisture, which then would blister, make me ill and I stepped on the anterior tibial load. We arrived at Cosuenda, and out the way Almonacid de la Sierra, the street is named, so you can not miss, plus the asphalt, so be careful with cars and being almost noon heat strikes us above and below, although we are happy because we keep the pace, from Cosuenda is a steady decline progressively until La Almunia.

In Almonacid, stop at the fountain in the middle of the square and rake are held on Saturdays, freshen up and I take care of your feet slightly, although little can be done. We now take the low road, the road that follows, still paved, is that going to La Almunia. At the time that the asphalt ends, we come to the farm "round", we take the c amino parallel to the road after a big curve plot takes us to the farm store and come out straight Alpartir the road, first by the canal of the wheelbarrow and then by the GRIO ditch, falling to La Almunia. In this part we like the sun and singing gets tough, the only thing that motivates us is to think of the beer mug.

Well, each bag its conclusions, happy rhythm, but there are little details that do not control them, we know that will not end. Certainly the weather did not give none.

Until next time ...

Jockstrap Aussie Rules

TESTED .... Bloggers Meeting

Saturday July 3, 2010

Distance: 40.84 km.

Max: 1,045 m.

min height: 371 m. Total ascent

Rise: 722 m

Moving time: 6:20 pm Time

unemployed: 51 min.

Type: circular.

Difficulty: moderate. Hikers

: Iker and José Carlos.

look pretty repetitive always saw the same up and down, we have reason to go: because we have in the front door because it is beautiful and charming, for the sights, because it can be very demanding ... but this time there was not anything like that. We plan to go to Calcena, as many know, and Iker and I have not been, we wanted to get used to the legs over long distances in short, prove to see this. After Calcena again enjoy the mountain.

The weather forecast was not good, tormentone the day before, and instability with few thunderstorms likely on Saturday, with clouds of evolution and probability of extreme rainfall, but still decided to test.

know all the ways of the Sierra explained Algairén and having held numerous times, so I will not entertain too much on the explanations and let the references, the idea was to reach Cosuenda, but the time or something unexpected arises, The shortened.

At 6:15 we got underway, a Alpartir, our first objective, we went up the shortest path, which is the descent of the day after going to Valdejalón , that is to go direct to the cemetery on the way deep from La Almunia.

In Alpartir take the river road, to climb up the hill of Uncle Frank, here references ( River Road and climb the hill Uncle Francisco), in this piece, the path runs along the river and the waters of the previous day makes us mojemos, Iker just the legs, well, his socks, but I go with summer shoes without gore-tex and calo me your feet. We reached the hill, the climb is very cool and a good slope and we climb to the lookout point of the Falaguera, but the sun warmed the neck too and we had a long way, so I decided to go down to lunch at the cross Raso and lowered fast and direct.

At lunch on the pics from today and the biggest laugh, TAKES TAKES Iker lunch, pack bimbo bread bag, soba, cocoa butter boat of two colors of 750 ml, and a bag of cheats gang hahaha no comment, share some of my sandwich with him, for not giving hyperglycaemia . Leaving

Cosuenda to my feet wet and I are taking a toll, a hint of a blister by moisture, which then would blister, make me ill and I stepped on the anterior tibial load. We arrived at Cosuenda, and out the way Almonacid de la Sierra, the street is named, so you can not miss, plus the asphalt, so be careful with cars and being almost noon heat strikes us above and below, although we are happy because we keep the pace, from Cosuenda is a steady decline progressively until La Almunia.

In Almonacid, stop at the fountain in the middle of the square and rake are held on Saturdays, freshen up and I take care of your feet slightly, although little can be done. We now take the low road, the road that follows, still paved, is that going to La Almunia. At the time that the asphalt ends, we come to the farm "round", we take the c amino parallel to the road after a big curve plot takes us to the farm store and come out straight Alpartir the road, first by the canal of the wheelbarrow and then by the GRIO ditch, falling to La Almunia. In this part we like the sun and singing gets tough, the only thing that motivates us is to think of the beer mug.

Well, each bag its conclusions, happy rhythm, but there are little details that do not control them, we know that will not end. Certainly the weather did not give none.

Until next time ...

Statistic Of Dyslexia

Excuses For you

is my duty to post this little entry to apologize, even if it is not necessary. That, in this month and next, I have thought of participating in various literary competitions, which I call my works are unpublished and are not published anywhere. Therefore, I decided to give me a short little break from the blog, or at least not go up those stories normally consider worthy of being uploaded, because I have thought about sending them to these competitions, and as I have doubts about whether his presence on a blog is that they are published, I'd rather not risk it.

For the same reason, I decided to delete three stories: Mokaccino my dear, The day the music ended and the murder suicide. Just know the results of the competitions, so yes, rise again. If you do not upload

stories in a while ... you know it is. In any case, my Word will open all the time, so I just finished uploading all the competitions of the blue (that word makes me laugh lol)

Greetings:)

Javier

Statistic Of Dyslexia

Excuses For you

is my duty to post this little entry to apologize, even if it is not necessary. That, in this month and next, I have thought of participating in various literary competitions, which I call my works are unpublished and are not published anywhere. Therefore, I decided to give me a short little break from the blog, or at least not go up those stories normally consider worthy of being uploaded, because I have thought about sending them to these competitions, and as I have doubts about whether his presence on a blog is that they are published, I'd rather not risk it.

For the same reason, I decided to delete three stories: Mokaccino my dear, The day the music ended and the murder suicide. Just know the results of the competitions, so yes, rise again. If you do not upload

stories in a while ... you know it is. In any case, my Word will open all the time, so I just finished uploading all the competitions of the blue (that word makes me laugh lol)

Greetings:)

Javier