September 2010

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Drawstring Curtain Rod

I look in the mirror of the tester and I can not believe how well I have the pants. Admittedly, I'm skinnier. Of course, my batting is still rather soft and makes me a roll to sit, but I think that years ago was not as pronounced waist, to which also helps the well-cut shirt on my back.

I'm fine. I feel pretty.

And not just because the donkey has convinced me after telling me many times, not because I really noticed how well he sells the Latin American model in Europe. It is because I feel good about myself now that I am closing the cycles that started some time ago, and have been long and sometimes unhappy.

The suit is because I have to defend my thesis next week. I'll finally finish the Masters, after almost 4 years intellectual slavery weekend, working until late, juggling schedules to reconcile the sticks, the thousand pituto, family and social life, and sleep. And it has not been easy. I complained about a thousand times in this process, my stubbornness for wanting to study, to my lack of time, my confinement in academics.

But here I am in a size 40 pants and a black blouse with vertical lines, looking in the mirror of the tester of the store, planning the last details of my defense and feeling is approaching the end of the cycle, closure, and how opens all the good that comes in the future.

Here I am, almost on the goal, almost there.

Monday, September 13, 2010

Super Mario Bros Wii Iso

Upon arriving I do not know where to start

could start by 1 minute, for a reunion at the airport in Frankfurt, that Kodak moment like no other in my life. Him with a pink and perfect smile, and me with my red suitcase running like crazy to his arms and kissing and caressing as teenagers, as if between the last kiss that we saw in April and we were giving at that time had not been four months, but a sigh.

could start with the farewell at the airport, which began with the torture of the line joining international police, where I went after him one last kiss and where I had to contain, knees shaking, for more than five minutes, knowing that he stood behind me, unable to get to hug again, and I should wait until my luggage passed through the x-ray machine Then a last good-bye, a heart drawn in the air, and the rapid race to find a bathroom to mourn in peace. In English it was when the door hit private me out of my pain and my disconnect with reality, and saying "Sorry, are you okay? ... Need a ride to the hospital or to help you? ".

could start talking about the wonders of three weeks in Germany. Poster "Welcome" that hung in the window of his house to wait. From the presentation to the family and friends. From breakfast to bed. Of pampering and love the early morning. Of tenderness and passion. The car rides, trips to the supermarket and the marathon review sessions photos of children, adolescents and youth. Night in Meersburg, beautiful city organized around a castle, where we walk, we looked into the eyes but with the soul, we said the words sweeter and more tender in the world, dined at the best restaurant overlooking the lake of Konstanz and where we saw a shooting star and we desire to love.

could start counting a detailed chronology of important events, my training as a journalist I suggested, but no.

I'll start at the end, that end it has nothing to chronological, perhaps you miss some episodes, but that includes everything wonderful that we live together and the will that after several conversations, and more of a discussion- Consensual: the donkey comes to Chile in December, and during his visit we plan to see how this relationship continues next year, because as things go, I go with him to Germany.