Today I say goodbye. Some time ago I am no longer, but until today I feel a little owner of this beautiful union of friends around a blog that few fish, but many want. Nobody is taking me and I want to, but be honest: the last time I wrote here or the last time I wrote was a long time and corresponds to let the boys credit for keeping up this bastion of leisure and flows of emotion.
Just over three years, more or less, was born this space. One night at the home of the mother of Diego, in part to Ivan and me. The full name was Diego's idea and when I said I found it remarkable. The day was created and the three of us had a profile that we assumed humorous pseudonyms. Mine was not anything original, Lenin Peña Clinic was a character I liked reading so lost his speech and his romantic attitude. Ivan was Luxofracturado and Diego became Venous Caetano.
I was not hit, why not, and Diego was hit at times, so that soon we fatten the page with crap that I reread it now, have our later years. Ivan think I ever wrote something, but usually it was straw. I even remember that it pelábamos Diego for pajero and because we let it launched in our beloved revolution.
Know that this blog at least saw the light, not our classic television program. In fact, we even sat down and talked to the proposal to publish stories and send to a book. I am so happy. So I can tell my children that I wrote a book, because writing it just gives me straw.
Lovesickness, reflections, rage, leisure and endless anecdotes about all this space carved seasoned with our gloom premature. We are some old guys, or we were. We are old, straight. Always melancholy of our childhoods, our shortcomings, our student days, our loneliness ...
Infinite thanks to Caezón, whom I met from this little blog and now is the guitar of our new revolutionary edge. Stayed because of Caezón several times as the idiot who laughs out loud at the computer in the paste. Thanks to George, who wrote little, but it felt like. As Ivan. And thanks to Diego, of course.
partly wanted to leave this area because I want to somehow advance the melancholy remembrance of me in front of a computer and typing evade hits that made me happy writing. Here told my sister how much I love, here I reconciled with my brother. Here I asked my wife to marry me (modesty aside, weâ whore romantic).
Anyway, thanks and see you. A All this, thanks also to Mr. Cañulef conchesumadre and timely Klaus: "The Mapuche Machupo.
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