BAR&ANKÁS BLOG

Good if I have to be sincere I do not write any more because it scares me, this blog in spite of what few ones think has turned into a modality and the pens in the shape of keyboards that in the escriben perfect increasingly its tops and do not stop amazing to me the quality of all its histories.

Often you read things in yahoo of different persons or in this case nicks, although I personally remain with the persons and not the nicks, and do to yourself a mental idea of how this person is, thanks to this blog I personally am re-discovering many people who not of background was knowing by intuition so many sensibility, creativity, intuition and personality.

It is impossible to have affinity with the whole world and less to go so far as to become close and have a deep conversation, that's why the need to have a window opened for that to appear and to be able to see really what exists inside each of us, in this case the merit has to be shared by all, the big barrankas whom I admire, there put in functioning this invention, the es the mother who gave birth to the creature, the rest came for addition and each and everyone of you you have contributed the necessary grain of sand so that the creature, already adolescent, grows every day more and better.

That you have read something of this flea-ridden dog will be known by you that it tries to see the daily things, analyze the facts daily, from a perspective to evenness of soil and to four paws, but allow to me today to get into shirt of eleven poles eh try to explain what is the passion across my owner, urri.

Urri as some of you you know it does mountain, good he says that, I believe that what it does in fact is it was dragging for them instead of raising them given the calamitous aspect in which it returns whenever it goes to the mountain, of course the uncle gives everything, often I have wondered so that coño it should get up especially in winter with well that one is in the bed at six o'clock to be spent it fried, to be wetted, to become exhausted, to eat a stiff sandwich with feet, anyway, in two words to spend it badly, so for the passion, the dice that rises to the mountains because they are there, that me sounds to excuse, me that does it because it loves them, feels passion for them, good my owner for that thing about the passion is a little special, let's say that he gets excited easily, it gets so directly into the things that often he forgets even to extract to me to do pee, but I do not bear it in mind after all he behaves well with me, I have no complaints, often it tells me its adventures, I believe that I am the only one that listens to him because in the fund I am a dog and apart from eating and sleeping do not have anything better than to do, it tells me its histories as if of real adventures they should talk each other, in fact for they it must be, sometimes they give us so many people of the night speaking and I snoring, it is the advantage that the tiene, when he gets excited about something puts in a bubble species of which it is complicated that goes out, nothing nobody it is not even important for him, these moments of passion are so special that nothing has importance.

I will never forget of the day that climbed the Orange tree of Bulnes or for native Picu Urriellu, as I approach its impressive face of lime rock, as it was looking at it and was afraid for its height, for its difficulty, for its tragic history, it always had a love idyll I hate with her, but nevertheless it loved it, loved it so much that I swear that one day would climb it, that day finally came and felt how its legs were trembling and its cold and calculating look was becoming shy and insecure, all its preys, insurances were known, ledges, everything, in the theory was a teacher but now it was staying to demonstrate that it was capable of coaxing it, of convincing it since the mountains only are raised if they want if she they are left, and are not easy to coax nor of convincing. The same moment in which it put its hands and its feet in that mass of gray limestone all its fears disappeared, only he needed the physical contact with her to know that that day she was going to allow to rise, and this way it was and that one resulted in a love at first sight, in a passion for the beautiful thing, for the difficult thing, for the inaccessible thing that my urri has taken to the practice to all the fields of the life, he likes the difficult thing and gets excited with it and done the rest without importing the consequences for him, I often insinuate him with face of circumstances and with the patuca in its thigh as queriendo to say to him that so many passion is not good, but he always says to me, ”pupp that it would be the life without passion, we would be only automatons and I do not want to be an automaton, want to live passionately and that nothing escapes from me” believe that it is right, from here below the life also is bored tasteless and monotonous, it is more I believe that I am going to begin getting excited, only I need to get excited about something, I already have it, I am going to get excited about the hills blog that better way me of beginning exciting for something.

Guaooo

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