Varias Cosas Bajo Cero

Que volví a usar el oso dado el frio glacial que se vino sobre BA.
Que parece que despues de casi quince años de rollos, salió lo del Nono.
Y que además hoy es viernes, no te cases ni te embarques.

Today afternoon Green Beer al ambiente como me gusta, que sobró del cumpleaños más caro de la historia de la familia del hijo este que me mandé hace 9 añetes before.
Podremos superar el record?
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{ d regalo un postercito de uno de los dibujantes que más me gusta do mondo: jason brooks }

Another Planet Like This

Bueno no como este sino mejor.
Virgen.

Si iría a descubrir otro planeta habitable, este sería mi soundtrack:

Global Underground 030 | Paris - Nick Warren

Feliz Cumple 9 Juan Cruz

Negrito chuchio te queremos!

Keane

The End Of The Earth

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Up in the old town
When my mind was wallowing
Down empty hallways
When will I be one again?
You're just
Making it harder for yourself
Making it easy for everyone else
Making it easy for me

In the old time
You'll never be in and you get never get out
You'll learn from my family
You'll never be in and you get never get out
To run to the end of the earth

Under the archways
Where my mind is wallowing
Down to the country
Where will I be well again

You're just
Making it harder for yourself
Making it easy for everyone else
Making it easy for me

In the old time
You'll never be in and you get never get out
You'll learn from my family
You'll never be in and you get never get out
To run to the end of the earth
To the end of the earth and run
To the end of the earth

Build me a home underground
Free from light and sound
Build me a home in the air
I will run, to the end
To the end of the earth
And run to the end of the earth

You're just
Making it harder for yourself
Making it easy for everyone else
Making it easy for me

In the old time
You'll never be in and you get never get out
You'll learn from your family
You'll never be in and you get never get out
To run to the end of the earth
To the end of the earth and run
To the end of the earth
To the end of the earth and run
To the end of the earth

____________________

Nueva canción fetiche.

No me moleste mosquito

Hoy maté dos mosquitos.

VOS, QUE HICISTE POR TU CIUDAD TODAY?

Anouk

Cuanto power babe!
from holanda met liefde...

My Song Choice: Everything.
temazo.

Natasha Bedingfield [UPDATED 14ABR2024]

Me gusta la chica.
El video.
Y la letra!

• https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=3uZgI8Bv97g&si=GQpai--vAG-LRwVU

______________________________
I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined
I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

Oh, oh, oh

I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines
We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
The rest is still unwritten
The rest is still unwritten

Oh, yeah, yeah
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Fuentealba

Bueno, y ahora contame cómo le explico a mis chicos que un policia mató a un profesor?
Yo que les vengo diciendo, enseñando que los policias llevan armas para arrestar a los malvados, para encerrar a los chorros, que ellos son el brazo armado de la justicia...

Cómo les explico que en nuestro pais, del cual tan bien y maravillosamente les hablo a los tres, de lo increible del paisaje que todos juntos soñamos visitar, de la gente tan diversa, de las distintas regiones, de las culturas que conviven en las provincias del interior, de politica mala y de la buena, de todo lo que nos rodea como ciudadanos, curiosos que somos, que queremos siempre más de nuestra tierra, se mata a la gente que va a una manifestación?

Cómo les explico a chicos de 10, 7, 9 o ponele a un adolescente que un poli mató a un profesor?
Un tipo que enseña, por más derechas o zurdas que pueda ser, enseña a que la gente no sea chorra, asesina, enseña a pensar, no puede ser un tipo malo, contaminado, un tipo comprometido con el "ser docente" no puede hacerle mal a nadie.
No sé, es una cagada que en nuestro país los policías muchas veces sean peores que los chacales que llamamos chorros, peores que los politicos más corruptos, peores que los violadores y asesinos sueltos de la ultima dictadura.

Man, estás para defendernos del abuso publico {aunque seas el brazo armado de}, y del privado tambien, no para matar docentes.

Luto

El luto ya fue.