Maytag Performa Portable Dishwasher

Times when you die of starvation but you have a cell phone in hand. They come in all styles, colors, and payment systems. There is no denying it is the great invention, the delight of the gods as he always says a friend of mine. I can not deny that technology appeals to me as many mortals of this earth. Because no cell death: alien. But that 's not my interest.

few days ago I returned to my first American home of 63 of Lexington, the air calm and the streets were deserted early and somewhat taciturn. Some walked their dogs, some couples had dalliances behind a tree, small bars were still open and someone out there waiting for a taxi appeared. Walk without talking about the streets with the wind in his face, gave me a sense of serenity, solitude and power. Aisha accompanied me on my silence, like never moves, sometimes it seemed I was alone. Walking under the mist, I felt like the dogs that pull her head out the car window to suck air. Until he took the first ring, then came two or three more. Aisha had to answer immediately. Thought and protest about it, rang mine. And strangely rang the phone from the old man waiting taxi. The three sounds at once, sprayed me in an instant. And I started laughing like crazy, Aisha looked at me bewildered, his face went through five subsequent gestures. I can not deny that the ringing of the phone is powerful stole my silence and my serenity, however, restored my sense of control. A small device that is mine defective. My cell phone is always bad, never works. But that day I cried like ten times.

Maybe in the beginning was only created to speak, but the great thing about this little tyrant: the cell is also use it to text message. Many would rather write than talk. Among those I sign myself. It is often said that the paper holds everything, now would it be and God created the world and the cellular messages. Aisha and I went to a English coffee and take a dry spot to come and bring us Morfeo. There were about six people including two talked on the phone and three were laughing alone writing text messages and the sixth was asleep in a chair.

messages come and go. To return to text messages, that incident reminded me that starting in August had to go to Hokokus in NJ, and take the train to Paramus. An old train like something out of a movie from the 30's, a journey of about 45 minutes. The train was on the air and could glimpse the great scenery and several phones that sounded and the many voices talking about in different languages. Some laughed and discussed. The cell power is undeniable. So I turned on my phone and I found missed calls, voice mails and two two messages. But I did not talk to anyone and decided to write something for someone who was away. To write the damn mensajito whole trip took me because my phone was hung and nothing. End lo terminé, y aquí se los dejo. Lo gracioso es que nunca lo envié, y creo que hubiera quedado en tres partes, como hace poco alguien me comentó acerca de un mensajito que le envié porque era muy largo. No lo puedo negar los silencios están escritos en mensajitos de texto.
Como este mensajito que les cuento que escribí en el tren:

Mensaje de texto

(en un T- Mobil defectuoso)

te extraño
limpio sucio roto organizado descompuesto tibio frío fastidioso tierno
hosco aprovechado lujurioso extenuado sonriendo entristecido cabizbajo
fumado borracho preocupado left egocentric arrogant renegade arrested exaggerated horny fun
imagined angry agitated excited passionate lewd lascivious impressed voluptuous active thoughtful tired busy busy enticing gullible available cranky hungry unconscious craving cocky

only lost between my body

Super Sentai Dvd Wholesale

are a crazy ever lost someone called me that way
truth I can not remember who was

but I've always felt the need to check my address so I
about the streets - even in Manhattan - where the streets are so obvious as I read
once in a newspaper "Lost in Manhattan is not possible"
but I've lost several times in the same place but it seems I'm not the one others have suffered the same fate
as you said a friend, is the time to me the obvious
left temporal simultaneity thinking and memory resting

belong to the race of the memory simultaneously reminding them millions of strange things - sometimes no one remembers and that only we remember - but do not remember in which floor or work
who had to call or where is Park Avenue (it was a really regrettable lapses)

'm melancholy attached to the margins of the season
if the weather is not the moon mandatory
write some urgent report lead me to blame the sack towels books laces everything in the room I make my restlessness guilty of my lack of concentration / to look for the inexorable loss of time in the blue / commonly known as flogera

NY
the deep fades of heat through the maze of streets to feel the whisper of the air conditioning on the train every day
makes me a perpetual hoarse
see through the window at the darkness that reflects the faces of other passengers becomes a tautology
sometimes imaginary - at certain times - I find the same faces
I can guess that the fat striped tie is a clerk and lives only because it takes half a different color or because their clothes are wrinkled redhead
the nerve which is located on the corner always live with someone who's harassed by the variety of cuts and bruises showing the two mulatto
speaking very strong and are desperately Housekeepers drink water from a house where not allowed to talk or drink
and many more that come and go every day


look out the window part of a routine which we must travel by subway every day for an hour
to review ads, meet waiting passengers, the homeless
and waiting for the singer on duty in each car
absorbed in the daily shows
I look forward to a break in the emptiness of
then go through the 42 of Bryan Park to see the shift
musician but a couple evenings peered someone new to the boarding
a guitarist who plays old songs from Bryan Adams - different from the shift -
(watching him every evening at Bryan Park
crossing through the window until the train departed)
strangely ago few days looking through the glass and I found her smile was surprised

I wonder if he was observed or dismissed only because that was the last time I saw him

Bryan Park now is a fate more ... Bryan Adams

without