That nuuuu! I have not become a gruppi.
Boys of 21 guns, I do not dislike, but to date, not the head I would dedicate a post.
Is that how I felt sooo good after describing my "Red Day" (well really was super ashamed of myself, thinking I was crazy, while the next morning he planned to remove it, but seeing is not so rare, left). I felt sooo released expressing in words what my head thinks so initeligible. Even I was fortunate to be able to define it in some way, however Martian whatever ... Some people do not get it and can not identify and that the despair of anyone I know from experience ...
Well as I felt so well, I decided that I also confess that yesterday I had a "Green Day." Muuch better than red, was all smiles, all hope, activity, all were positive and natural, without forcing: a red traffic light was not a "crap I have to stop," was a great opportunity to see it turn green ... I think even if I get to stop a Civil Guard Traffic miss him a smile hahaha
My green tree yesterday was a green, dark pine type, I can not seem to be very natural, but also had my orange vole (pulling a yellowish color like custard but more reddish) of sun, heat, socialization, I do not know it was fun and happy.
And this I owe to my new boy Jason Mraz every time I hear the little song I embed a smile on my face and my body moves alone. And Proenza shouler his Resort 2009 collection insipirada in Tahiti was the last I saw before going to bed at night the day before. Mraz, shouler and Tahiti were mixed in my dreams and the next day I'm the happiest aunts ... I wish it were so easy ...
Jason (not to say that when I have some cash on the card I'll fly to Fnac to share the CD ... I wanted to wait to go to London, but it will be not)
The song (I'm Yours, and put it on and then just like me, now I adore)
Proenza shouler Resort 2009
and Tahiti, a paradise that served them
insipiración
And I'm sorry that has nothing to do, and my entry was going to be super buenrrollista, But today I got up sad voice on the soundtrack of my childhood has died.
Jackson (who does not I have special affection, nor am I a fan or anything like that) has come into my house when I was 3 years old when my uncle, the youngest, who was about 16/18 years and one of the first b-boys in Spain, removed the chairs in my living room and break dancing. I hallucinated with its blown and pretentious imitate ... I do not think more than a little soul with the puck in his childhood gave him wings, preferring to fly above the world rather than remain on earth, neither more nor less. Bye Jackson, you go with part of my childhood, but thanks for those moments!
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