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Strength for my pen

Again something squeezes my chest, my hands tight they can not write what they feel. It is this anxiety in the word, spit on impulse. That loneliness is accompanied by out of sight. The dreams that seem so distant, never-ending needs of need, but reinvented in the midst of deprivation. Deficiency in world overflowing, dripping with artificial feelings. A world that does not understand not wanting to sit and think, which is always such a rush to experience everything and have fun. And while I'm here, trying to stand on one side of life, while other bodies are pulling me to continue treading the path I try to leave behind. I'm here trying to get my flight does not lose its soul, my feet still want to run for what we always wanted. I was not falling arms, tired of trying. That my pen will again force my heart to stop discoloration.

(I wake up with a call and, with one eye open and one closed, I say the most beautiful things I've ever heard)

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- autobiographical scraps from my first quarter-century -

The so called "memory" is a reconstruction and requires work I decided to take. I can not clearly define what my first memory, or when. But I can list a large number of them. I apologize upfront if this is boring, but it is necessary to register them, socialize, transmit, impregnated paper. Remarcaré see that all over my childhood or the early years of her and to keep the most beautiful images of that time, and I want to keep in the corner where we keep the most precious moments. All the memories were validated by my parents and grandparents, which proves to be true. Even many so many had forgotten them until I mentioned. To not overwhelm, the'll submit for titles in the course of the day.

When I was little, I dreamed of being big. Then came a moment where I did not grow. I discovered why: because I noticed that all of us mere mortals. The bodies are fragile and ephemeral. Others remain things. Enduring memories. Now write down everything you always remembered spontaneously, for fear of adulthood made me forget. As if it were only a capacity to remember children.

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playing time, which is the best

Today when I returned from dinner at which I started on my 25th birthday, I found a leaflet the stairs of my house in a toy store. As soon I read the name "self Babylux, got the role because I knew what it was. It's a toy to the back where my garden was infants, the same building where I work now. And while a nearby neighborhood, the location is not within a reasonable distance to receive publicity. We were very often with my mom to buy gifts for friends, for my brother, or something to me. One day I bought a set of mass, then sold the best, which was a dentist. With Kevin, we said that the gentleman's face that he arranged the teeth, as his grandfather was Miguel. My brother, not much it lent the game, so I would not mix the colors of the mass. Mostly white, which was fundamental in shaping the teeth. As he lifted the paper, I thought that things often do, objects, ideas are a particular time and place for something. A something that may not always be well defined, but it is enough to make us a tickle or we shudder. This time I had absolute connection with the subject that occupied my head this July, they were my memories.

the turntables was a subject I liked, the only long play itself I had was that of the Smurfs. When she was 2, "the Magi" Totón gave me to a white doll Sofovich program (?), And Barbie wedding dress (with this you can understand the problems susanezcos later). I liked to collect figurines of Strawberry Shortcake, Kitty, the Care Bears ... In Artigas was "The board game, every time we opened the door, ran the risk that something got to come over. That kept classics like "Eat Cheese", "Ice Breaker", "Sencu." My favorite toys were Barbies and Pin and Pon. Every time I wanted to play with one of these, spent much time putting together the scenes. If it was Barbie, had to build the house, the table with silverware. The Pin and Pon, had his city had a grocery store, an ice cream, all in miniature, a beauty. Always felt it took longer to assemble, that play dramatizing situations. Although technologies (Thankfully!) Were other, was also present electronics: The Dynacom, with square cartoons games. My favorite was the Smurfs. In the computer playing Nibbles, the famous snake game. I had a lot to the places where I have always greatly enjoyed hammock. I still feel a sense of freedom to do so. My dad asked me Rock your hard to get to heaven, and I strongly stretched his legs, as he could, to try to touch my toes. In the Plaza de Paternal, very close to where I live now, giving pony rides, guided him because I was afraid. I also ate snowflakes, which always had to finish my dad because they were too big for me and half I got tired of eating. Lifetime was the carousel, the man who made her work and held the ring, greeted us upon arrival. Sometimes we went to Centennial Park where we watched a show about clowns Spring, Pajarito and Damascus. Repeatedly watched films like the Wizard of Oz or cartoons that recorded on TV as Inspector Gadget. I still as valuable recordings of chapters of "Grande Pá!".

And talking, playing, of course that no child is playing all the time alone. A great company in my games, was Eliana. My first friend, my best friend from childhood. Spent together every afternoon in the garden and we played out well, previously passing by the kiosk to buy capita. I loved going to his house, to your game room. We have always laughed out loud, contagious laughter of the other. A situation where this occurred, was playing up throwing slippers and descostillarnos of laughter then, seeing them fly.

As the time to play is the best, but better is if we share it with another, I will end this chapter with input Eli, this person still so special, made these reports: "(...) But I came a few others (memory), shared with you, with my oldest friend. That photo on the balcony, took me to our tender 4 years, playing and splashing in your piletita inflatable, filled with drawings that round. We spent hours there, splashing and playing water war. I also remember a serious dispute over a doll that C does not want to return to its owner, until we get it out. Then stops at your door margarine, playing us, the longest hugs everyone, while our mothers did not stop talking. And we joined in that embrace, difficult to cut, hard to forget. (...) I am very pleased to know that we are still here. And still today, we can take that hug endless. "

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ELEPHANT MEMORY

Mom Sandra

What main character, is not it, the mothers of one. One of those that just think about them, we are excited. Who began to build our identity, history, memory and even I try to deploy, since the beginning of our existence. Who is shaping our personality, rather than the environment and then with him. Much material of psychoanalysis in this. Surely, in the case of women, we seizing the first things our gender them looking at them. And that is a legacy and a commitment to the daughters, which can sometimes outweigh the account. What's amazing to think that my mom was from the outset, never escaped even a day, until today, paying attention. Every morning when I woke up, she was the only one who was in my house, I called her screaming, "Mommy" strong, to come and give me a good day. When it came to my room, I hid under the covers to have to get me, or wake up if I pretended to stay asleep. When we meet we took a big hug, happy. I was tickled, and I moved his legs as if I did gymnastics. One day I was very busy with her work, she had noticed that I woke up. So I always wanted to draw your attention, I took a picture of me in the kitchen, so to see her realize that he was raised. My mom has always been a great cook, but we are few people who enjoy this privilege. I loved taking a seat in the place where he was cooking, my knees to be higher and help. The smell of dough, I loved it. Repulgue also make the cakes or pies, just like it to come out. When it came to the garden, reproducing all that my mother was at home, or in baking course. Even playing to be the host of "Utilísima" telling the rest of the steps. At that time, she wrote poetry, anecdotes. Always wanted to read her black doily. Today, whenever he reads my writing, I said I left her, for the love of writing. The truth is that my mother and I seem much more than my consciousness agrees, and that scares me a lot. Another small thing I did with my mom, was her to the hairdresser Zule. At that time, was well set to 80s. All mirrors, formed a circle, with different spaces for customers to sit. I loved everything that went on there except wait to be served. Something that never changed. Girl wanted to have curls, so, what most struck me was a rubber cables that were used to make permanent curls. But a giant, not like my mom was tiny. Additionally, she was always reflections, therefore, made him a hat Zule white latex, and a tweezers, pulling would strand by strand through the rubber. See it with that in mind, it seemed very funny. My mom Sandra is a fan of adornitos, have them of all kinds. The ones I liked were a mini wind-operated appliances. I had a blender, a toaster, a polisher ... all in miniature. She operated from before I was born, so which always drove me everywhere, in the sky Fitito. Car trips I remember most is the return to the garden, often with the Aba, or when the three went to the grocery store or buy meat Victor Bernabe. The most fun trip we made was one that she was going with all the window down, and I in my back seat, I pull the window some elements of the manicure he kept in a leather estuchecito. She was very angry, and asked me not to throw any more. Of course while I was killing me from laughing, and hair flying because I made a lot of wind. Another great constant between my mother and I by that time, the noodles were "Don Vicente "before going into the garden and the puppets Pin and Pon I bought. But the best, best of all was when we went to visit the home of Aba and Zaide, and that was something that happened every day.