Friday, December 31, 2010

Tail Dragger For Rent

Ahnomamesqueyapasóunaño ten.

I clearly remember the December 31, 1999, Y2K was all hysterical and worried people. A new century, a new millennium, the future finally reached us. All that euphoria was contagious and I felt starting a new era. I went to roof of my new house to watch the last sunset of the century in which I met the light. It was probably equal to the previous or subsequent. Nothing seemed different during the first months, but the clothes in shades of metal and the flood of business with names ending in 2mil. The following year, the odisiaco 2001, would be far in many respects to Kubrick's work and be more remembered for the terrorist attacks in the United States. The first ten years of this century have served only to see die slowly to the pillars of twentieth century or to try to revive the little life he has left. These years have been the remake of the remake and the reunion.

're pretty much the same assholes with Better computers and cell phones. We do not fly in Our cars, We Do not Have Metallic clothes, we still don't vacationing in mars ...

But today I think about what happened to me at this time and yes I admit some development. The decade that in 2003 I completed a degree and I graduated, which in 2004 began to work, which reached financial independence joining the ranks of office workers in the Federal District, in which emotionally wasted in the most stupid four years, but I know I will never to throw away no more, "in which I became an aunt of three beauties (2001, 2005, 2009), which left many fears that were instilled in me or that I myself built during my lifetime, the decade in which the end knew love. The decade in which I became an adult, one that still lacks maturity, if such a thing is possible. New Year rituals find them idiots, but I do proclaim goals has worked for me: if one calls out a target is more bound to obey.

I mean, no trace of presumption on my words, that 2010 was the best year of my life and the first in which I fulfill all the purposes that I made those last days of 2009. Want to relive their days each and all the good they left me, check back with all the people I met, and recover the lost friends (some, others were not so much). Everything is so tense today. I miss all the times I hurt shooting and broken circumstances. This year, the last of the ten, packed everything that had not experienced in others. I hate the end, I hate the end of all that is good, but if the streak has been good, and every year is better, I long to prepare for what lies ahead in 2011 but so far only reached the spot I'll have to study hard ( in addition to French I have to learn Portuguese) and work with greater dedication. Increasingly using the phrase I heard when I interviewed Lopez Obrador in the far 2002 and then again hear from the lips of Scarlet Johansson in Woody Allen 2008: "Maybe I do not know what I want, but I do know is what you DO NOT want. "

This is just a cheap post year-end, prepared to ride and just 'not to leave. "

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Do U Cry Before Your Period?

Meme, Best of 2010

Many thanks to Karol Scandiu by the meme, thanks for always keep this pretty ...



1 .- What was the best book you've read this year 2010?
Well, considering that this year I have not read many books, only three, I must say Checked PC Cast and Kristin Cast. It's exciting, I love ...

2 .- What was the best trilogy or series or series that you read this year 2010?
I have not read any this year in addition to the above named. So I say it's the same answer.

3 .- What was the character that you fall in love to read this year 2010?
Well, I must say Hush Hush patch.

4 .- Of all the books you read this year, what you think of the best artist / writer and why?
Mmm, then I must say that Becca Fitzpatrick. For me hooked on his writing, could transmit the right feelings in their words, just love

5 .- couple or secondary character you loved to read this year?
Eric and Zoey of the Saga of the House of Night, I love, is this something that gets you.

6 .- The best movie based on a book you've seen this year.
Well, I think Eclipse ... although I did not like the movie (I hate to admit that if Bella in the book nothing could change reality, adore the book and also what od ie, I think the same goes for the movie)

7 .- 10 books that I loved, loved and recommend that you read this year:

Hush Hush

Marked

Betrayed

well ... these are the ones I read , what a shame but my work will not let me chance ...

8 .- Is the book or books that will surprise this year, do not expect much from them but they were good?
Pues, creo que Marcada... recibí como premio Traicionada y no lo iba a leer sin ver el primero, obvio xD... no me esperaba leer algo así.

9.- ¿El peor libro que has leido este año y que no recomendarías a nadie?
Ninguno

10.- ¿Cuál fue tu mejor momento de lectura del año?
Mmm, en el momento que volví a posar mis manos y dedos en un libro. Debo decir hace dos meses con Hush Hush... amo leer <3

The meme I give it to the following blogs:
Well they are awarded to the following blogs:

http://una-chica-una-historia.blogspot.com/








Monday, December 27, 2010

Nadine-j Hand*s Streigt

Challenge 2011. Read romances! 30 books, 1 year gift from my friend

0 / 30 Libros Rosa 0% Listo!

Well, I stumbled upon the blog color fantasy by chance, I liked and I decided to participate ... I invite you to participate ....



Saturday, December 25, 2010

Choco Bar Making Games



Well this time I write to share the gift of my invisible friend. A great idea that brought us the Staff of Alma with art ", is more than great ...


Thanks to " More Than Books" for giving me this gift so special and I'm sure I will treasure forever and it is the first time participating in ideas as this and I love ... especially my gift: D


More than books: "Because today is a special day because everyone likes to give, (because Alma with art , has some amazing ideas xD) for that and more, now I deliver this gift to the blog Gabriela Dark Union.
may seem very simple, but these things are fatal to me, so although I have not fallen far there is made with love, here I leave you a postcard: "


One day you woke up,
with the mind too decent.
until they discovered the writing
to become a future addiction.
In your blog you were leaving,
few stories.
also
met reading,
she taught you sad stories,
but helped you in love,
and a real find you,
but you were traviesilla,
and more than a contented .
Wolf wanted to be,
to be with Jacob until dawn.
But Draco's wand stole your heart,
and stayed in the forest.


Hahahaha this if you loved me ... " More than books: As a little bird told me that you lose certain muscles wolfish, here a picture of a real plate xD"




I also wanted to share the gift that gives Jose, very nice indeed ...

bring ..
blood
of

the afternoon


wound in


the hand

and

a candle

of

my heart

to invite


and give

this

soul that


comes to

share

you
your

beautiful blog

with

a bunch


of gold

and carnations

inside ...


from my
HOURS
BROKEN AND HALL OF PEACE


SHARING
ILLUSION INVISIBLE FRIEND

WITH greetings from the moon to
reflected in the sea
the
poetry ...


AFFECTIONATELY: INTIMATE PARTY WISHES YOU A 2010 - 2011 AND HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL MY HEART ....


HOPE YOUR PLEASURE IS IN THE POST OF HOLLY Poetess Wuthering Heights, ENEMY AT THE GATES, CUB, PHANTOM OF THE OPERA, Ruun BLADE AND CHOCOLATE.

José Ramón
...

Religous Wrestling Singlet Medium Size

to God. The echo of writing

was not until a relatively early age (eight years) I learned that the birth of Christ was not a twenty-five December, but had adopted that date for convenience: it coincided with the winter solstice and number of parties 'Pagan'. However

the story of Christmas I looked beautiful. The archetype of the God who became man fascinates me, and more than they do in squalid conditions, like most people in the world, far from the luxury and power. Would have been in a cold night without shelter. The stars point to it. The wise men worship.

was born into a Catholic family and most of my life I was. Too sickly girl, the desired health seems to come from the hands of a homeopath who was also a priest and whose office, always full of patients, was in a building sucker Avenue Baja California. I do not know if I was cured because my parents left to take care both to trust such an angel in white coats or because somehow my faith even eight years was so powerful that it convinced me that something mystical took place when he visited the doctor and in the same way my immune system reflected that. Or just grew and became stronger. My parents however still believe that God Himself through the hands of the man who sent me the desired health, yes, me and another girl no more dying, with fewer resources, yes, me above all the girls eight years who died in hospitals in those days, yes, God saved me. The last time I saw that priest, my mother told him proudly that he was close to making their first communion and was the event I had a milestone months ago, it was the best student of the catechism, he did not think of anything other than the blessed day eat the body of Christ. And do not lie. But on the morning of December 8 that when we went to the Church of the Sagrada Familia, something that never crossed my mind began to conceive in my stubborn child, "What if God does not exist?". It was not necessarily a coincidence, in those days in school the teacher Carlos had told us of the Big Bang (obviously out of any program of study at the SEP), seeding forever continually vertigo amazes me: that everything that science has not managed to decipher. So I made my first communion very frightened and full of doubts.

Vertigo, that's what was so often and I clung to the ropes harsh religion. The only consolation I found the cool objectivity of science was Christianity. A deal with the fact that all going to die and we are aware of it, that there is nothing to prevent it. That the landscape has little celestial divine. Maybe we have some special or planned.

My departure from the Catholic religion was caused by the practitioners themselves. It is difficult to distinguish whether their performance is fear or desire to be placed on a higher moral ladder, one from which to criticize without regard to everyone else. = Highest step closer to God = my life is better and everything good happens to me is proof of his love for me, chosen creature among millions. It is not uncommon to find a rich and well educated in the ranks of the Church, be with God seems to give the green light to act even so petty as "God's ways are mysterious, while believed blessed by force supreme endows even more power. And when you think invincible in fact be easier . As the phrase that inspired me fool Diego Fernandez de Cevallos when he proclaimed upon his release, "I am well and strong thanks to God":

I do not understand what makes you think the religious who are the darlings of God. If that God is there, I do not want to hear from him.

Under such an assertion should not want God as thousands of others who perish in kidnappings and not to mention the millions of tragedies that occur daily in the world believers, agnostics and atheists alike.

The other extreme, the poor, gives me a lot more anger. Being immersed in the religious disgrace and the conformism that in the afterlife if they will be rewarded. Needless to delve into this section that we all know and hate.

So most atheists I know from a healthy middle class. The maligned middle class, 'I do not like to admit that I belong to her' middle class. The site of the human consistency.

talk with my nine year old niece and asked me if I am excited because today is Christmas Eve and Santa Claus arrives. For me stop believing in God is comparable to the day I discovered hidden toy at home realizing that what everyone said at the school was true, that neither Santa Claus nor the Kings were real. These expensive toys did affect the family pocket, rich kids no matter how bad it will behave best gifts, the equation counter remains that of the poor. There is a heavenly Watchers who love me and care about my behavior, no rewards or punishments, just love the people I brought into the world and anxious to continue riding the show that I lose sleep on December 24 and on January 5, that makes me write beautiful letters decorated and pleading, that keeps me hoping that a good thing I do will be rewarded with something that both desire. This illusion adults to give children a safety belt does not throw into the void of human life unfair, but also a gift for ourselves and our reality devoid of fantasy. I wish I still have some. Being an atheist is a bit sad, it was easier to impute, ask, trust, plead, have you faith to someone other than me and my small adult contemporary capabilities of the early twenty-first century.


Jesus

Let me say that I miss you, but it is not. I no longer think of it as a consolation and a confessor. The world is a utopia wished I'd like to see done. But that is the problem of utopia, its yours unfulfillment and apparently became the opposite, a very specific kind of dystopia. I know it's just as likely as unlikely your existence. That had taken place, your biography has been more hands than the Mexican constitution and the church he founded has more to be ashamed than proud, nasty game of murderers and swindlers who have nothing to do with the most brilliant passages in the Gospels that inspired. These parables if stored in my memory with love and are life lessons that I try to play without worries compensatory (but, what joke.) Christmas is no longer the same since I stopped believing in you, I'ma little less happy but I become stronger. And sensible.

Friday, December 24, 2010

Gordon Spotting Scopee

Amiga invisible invisible Lu. 2 º Amigo Invisible Soul with art

This entry is dedicated to my friend Lu secret White Sheets wish you a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. I hope you like the gifts that I leave here, I made them with love and enthusiasm .. I also hope you like the micro story, I dunno, I felt I should do ..
Besos Gabriela



A special night


This story is dedicated to my secret friend Lu, I hope you enjoy it, joined my two passions and your pet. This does not stop there even missing gifts.

Lu watched the night sky adorned with fireworks, it was shortly before Christmas and as is customary in many places was celebrated with a dinner, a toast and share with family and friends.
The cool breeze caressed her face making her smile, she always appreciate those beautiful moments that you gave your environment. A photograph, the laughter of children, the birdsong, the rustle of the wind, so many things that made her feel alive and happy.

felt a gaze on her, but she was not scared, I had felt before. His face turned slightly to find that the observed. Looked surprised a beautiful black cat who was proud on the roof. Stared and he knew it was not the first time, let alone its true form.

relieved by his presence smiled and recalled the first time he appeared before her. The night was warm, very strange in a December months when she was observed. At first came to fear, but all trace of fear was erased by setting its sights on a beautiful black crow who was watching from the branches of trees. Then his visits became more and more followed and durable. Visited as a crow, sometimes as a wolf and sometimes it was a cat, a beautiful black cat, her favorite animal.

did not know how to let them get to these meetings, although it cost him to admit, I stole the dream. However, that night was special was Christmas and this was his gift while Lu was no longer enough.

"Glad to have you with me ..." he whispered to nothing or so it seemed. The cat was gone in a blink.

sigh with sadness as his body was invaded by the pain and sadness.

"Me too, I'm glad to have you," whispered the voice of a man close to his ear. Lu was not afraid. He knew, deep down, that was him, but dared not face him.

"You're beautiful ..." he whispered again, this time his body trembled as he felt his breath. "Do not fear me ..." Lu smiled when he realized he was wrong.

"Do not fear, not you," whispered She closed her eyes and turning his body to cope. "I have afraid to open my eyes and realize it was all a dream.

"It's not a dream, Lu-felt his fingers sliding down his cheek.

opened his eyes and found to be more beautiful than he had ever seen. His dark eyes watched her intently, breathing rhythmically inviting her to go with the quiet. Lu took a couple of steps to behold. It was a little taller than she, his smooth skin had a beautiful tan and her body was just perfect.

could not help blushing the naked notice was damn perfect. - How? He whispered, breaking the long silence that had been created.

-I-Lu change forms ... saw him hesitate as he sat on the edge of the balcony. It was amazing how comfortable he was at his side. "I wandered the world aimlessly, until I found you.

- Me? But ... Why? Asked surprised and excited.

I do not know, just know it's you, "he whispered to his lips to the point of almost touching them. "You are the owner of my heart, you are the owner of my life," he whispered before he kissed her.

Never before had he felt so alive in his life. I felt the heat emanating from his body and the beating of his heart just beautiful.

"I'm sorry I waited all my life for you ...

-Zach, that's my name ..." she whispered on his lips.

"Merry Christmas," said Zach and he smiled, gave him a smile before attaching his lips to hers again. And does not care about anything else at that time, had her kisses and hugs. That had been his greatest gift, then there would be time for explanations, but now I just wanted to enjoy it.








Monday, December 20, 2010

Spanish Sympathy Cards With English Translation



I was in Cancun when Vargas Llosa received the Nobel Prize and gave the speech that shook the minds and souls of the American and even those who are not. In my case it was through the video to hear the voice trembling and broken the letters that my eyes got flooded, do not need to hear or see that those black bitches (as called Cortázar Rayuela the words) I found in the my computer screen rout of itself benevolently my emotional being. If I could summarize in one sentence the meaning of Vargas Llosa's speech would be this: Writing is created. I am convinced that if there is a way to move a mountain is a book if the laws of physics and religion dictate otherwise. The great revolutions have sprung from the pages as they were flown by men that take place.
However
write
also find, find other penalties for those who have been through, to find other happy feelings of lost moments, find on other floors the same thoughts in different places and times . To me it seems hard to imagine a writer who has not used at least once autobiographical situations when building a story, although perhaps not personally experienced (what is frightening the word "flesh", the write and I wound and blood, who knows why) but at least he has firsthand knowledge of the facts. When I talk to writer friends something to myself is startled to notice an interest in details of my broker, I imagine between honest, shocked and without much modesty that paragraph shall find in a either a story or a novel, a piece of me.

is when I think of the place that I make this ridiculous personal essay writing. But in analyzing the growth and content of social networks I have been harsh conclusions. I remember the summer night, a few days after Nuria birthday, when (- omit your name so that it no Troll -) expressed fierce criticism of the content and the reason for a blog. Why all need to write? Why does everyone think that what they write is important? What good is to generate as many words that say nothing? Does anyone care what is in the mind of an idiot? Bulimia social network of callers. So much information to swallow binge, vomit so much without nourishment.

I do not think that the reason for writing the most inane anecdotes or details, which in effect just might be interested and only bring the world cost of bits, in all cases have their origin in search of relevant . The complaints and tantrums that spit on social networks are for the first time in human history (I can not imagine a time when that many people write) the sample, say tangible, what we need to find an echo . It is not Excel, it is found. If these readers had not bragging, I doubt that is expressed so often and with such noise. This desire for expression seeks to find the echo of your being into another.

That what I call "Eco" has little to do with the Greek myth of the nymph in love with Narcissus. The echo is, as I would understand, that event usually epic and we can hear from other consciousnesses those reflections that same machine and we believe unique, knowing we are not alone. Our preferences, opinions, emotions. Is not the material to build friendship and love? empathy, consistency of taste, the appeal of characters. Perhaps the reason why we feel alone even when we are surrounded by people if we find that with no echo, perhaps the reason that a writer or anyone who performs the task of creating completely still and just do not feel, think and create are exploits where ideas become the best company.

The only way to balance the loneliness is to create. A psychologists like to call "occupational therapy" but it is well known that I like the terms more poetic. I am glad to think that not everyone who writes it does with a desire to presumption and intellectual arrogance. I am moved by the knowledge that there are people who do not seek reward or success, looking to the other. Writing makes you a better person and if for that we should tolerate, and endure, the existence of monumental waste space like this (a lot of what I have written here is close to that goofy trivia), I welcome such participation. I prefer to imagine an idiot writing nonsense on a blog than watching television. It is unfortunate that other platforms are gaining ground terse it.

Surely because I can not think of another way, life has a lot to do with leaving significance in the world, altering it. As a child I imagined surrounded by fame arises from who knows what, but obtained by achieving prodigious transformations to society. Today I know that will not happen, I admit my insignificance, almost-without sadness, but I know at once that there are other ways to transcend , not public laureate form but a more specific personal and beautiful:

-saberte someone ephemeral and whose existence seems to have made great achievements should not be frustrating, dear human. By contrast, someone who persist saberte in memory of others and whose presence affected with little effort but a wonderful and strong the life of someone else is the true success and accomplishment that you should feel most proud .-

profoundly altering the lives of other person.
Been It's not surround, it's to find.
Á toi.

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Hi chic @ s, I hope to all of wonder and waiting for those very special days that fall from great, is not it? Family, friends, neighbors, etc.., All sharing, laughing and singing, definitely better than that. For many gifts and for others the simple act of sharing is unique, but I can not share with you I wish you a Merry Christmas.

Well, first of all, in just 4 hours I travel to my hometown and wanted to say goodbye as it should. Second, can you post from the house of my grandparents and also promise to read coments but not the inter beyond sucks xD.

Third, for the previous two I have to start voting, they culminate the day 11/01/2011. Its aim is to give that little time just to vote to all persons not to do in these times. Given the voting ended, winners will be announced and prizes alike (remember, the book of the graphic novel will only be for Venezuelans s)

Indeed, it is planning an international competition with all the law ... hopefully soon: D. ..

luck to all ... the stories are excellent and I will vote for one of them. Follow the same guidelines, one vote per person ... the system is basic and simple to vote, through surveys Blogger.

s Kisses to everybody, Merry Christmas ...

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Soraya Accepting Pain. Dark Christmas Contest.

Accepting Pain
One Shot
husks Soraya Margarita Vargas

The holidays for me are like any day of the year as long to stop believing in Santa Claus, the Three Kings, and all that nonsense. I remember that for me was the best time of year, until after you stop believing to all that when I was 5, however, became the worst of times, the most painful, the saddest, the horrible of all, so I correct is not like any day of the year is the worst day of the year as the come relive the pain, loneliness, loss, fear, and desire to not be here. But I'm such a coward that I have not had the courage to end this thing called life, ja, life, beautiful life of mine, where only survive, I get up every morning, breathe because the body requires and I have my days the same routine, monotony, as the deep sadness that overwhelms me I carry a cross.
So every Christmas not only led to cost, but I relive the pain, as was living in hell right now. Well, that's how I felt on 24 December two years ago, had the perfect life, the family dream, a wonderful husband, a baby who was the light of my life, and happiness was present in every moment of my life but lost, so I curse every day life, take away the most precious thing he possessed. So today, December 24, I'm in a house well away from the city as people think I can celebrate with them as usual, as noted none have lost what I lost, since that damn day every December 24 my parents and friends think that the best way to forget is celebrating as if I could be happy after that, as if I could celebrate the day I lost my life. Yes, my life, since that fateful day I died, only that human remains were left in this ugly world, so I go away, will not sustain the same torture of previous years would not, that's why I'm in this hut away from civilization, away from the world.
my phone in the dining room eludes me for my thoughts, the sound repeatedly. God, I just do not realize that I am not interested in any of that bullshit, truth I'm interested in not even know who he is, I'll leave it until it sounds crazy, but as there is no happiness for me resumes, God, no doubt off is the best solution.
take my phone with the intention of turning it off and see the time display, 7:22 pm, well I think trying to sleep would be good, so this fateful day just once.
I turn off the annoying appliance and I rise to address the top floor where the bedroom. In my travels I can appreciate the place, it is certainly beautiful, all in old wood that gives it that elegant touch mysterious at all, if my life was not as much junk could certainly enjoy this site.
heard a shot, this one is too much, till I have to face a madman or something. Well it would be a dignified way to die. God, even that I have developed, black humor, but really is not normal, I can not rest if I find out that is a curse because I have to be as me.
I turn to the main gate which is where the sound comes, the more I come stronger. God, what shall I do? If even I have to defend myself, I see the place to see if they meet I can hurt someone if necessary. Beside the fireplace there which I guess is a poker, I could serve, I take it and head to the entrance.
Damn my curiosity, it would be easier if it is you want to come find me in my bed asleep and if your intention is to kill me to do and so I avoid the drama. But no, I always face things like that time I had to see the bodies, did not let the bury without seeing them, and it was worse. If I had not done the last memory would have their beautiful faces were perfect, without harm, brimming with happiness, but no, to see that change. Observe their faces and mangled bodies, where the only thing I caught was an expression of horror and fear and despair my little man who loved being unable to save them. I do not know if it's true or just a figment of my imagination but that is all with me every day.
The incessant sound brings me back to the present, without further open the door and there on the threshold of this is the most beautiful creature I've seen. Everything was illuminated by the moonlight but it was enough to see the man standing at the door, but what struck me was that in that pretty face was more red eyes and looked at me with malice. Furthermore, the sneer on his face just told me he was in danger, but the strangest thing is that he feared, however those intense ruby \u200b\u200beyes dismembered me and I tied at the same time.
He stayed there, standing, without moving a muscle of his body. Minutes seemed like hours for me, but after that moment I walk toward me, decisively and in that moment I understood that there was no salvation for me, this being achieved by making me what I wanted and I was not going to help. So I dropped my hands improvised weapon, producing a thud. And then listen to the most beautiful melodies, he was, was her voice, she spoke.
- If you are an amazing creature, are the first that does not run from me because his instincts survivor's alert on the end that awaits them if they stay. "He said and I rather than scare or run away left me there, standing as if waiting to see what happened.

- That makes me wonder, if you're not what I've been looking for and if I change the ending that was meant for you.
not understand what he meant by that, so I just stood there, not knowing what to do. Waiting to see what their intentions but also in a trance as her voice was unique, unimaginable, something beautiful and I do not want to stop listening.
- What do you mean? - Said in a firm voice, although I felt something inside began to loosen up, and was not afraid.

- Quiet Madelyne, first see how you react to what I have to say and see if worth it. - Is that I should have felt bad, but becomes curious and do not let other feeling boils inside me. Also I realized that what would happen now would define my destiny.

- Madelyne Exactly my dear, what happens from now on will define your destiny .- said continuing with my thoughts, and I realized that I had called my name twice.

- ... .. How? - Raise a hand to not continue.

- That you will know in due time, for now I think this is not the place to have this talk, it's not that I bothered to stand, but I'm sure in a while you complain.

I took her in his arms and supernatural speed took me into the room. I laid in bed very gently as if it were made of porcelain and he sat in a cabinet section.

- Ok, since these comfortable going to talk about, well I speak and you hear , and eventually were to take your decision .- said that beautiful voice that I could not ignore.

- first thing you need to know is that I am not like you .- started talking and at that moment all my focus turned to him and what he would say. - I'm not even human, my name is Adriel, more than 500 years ago coming to this world as human as you, "he continued with his story, his life and I listened attentively.

- At 22, I become what I am being, which today I call father. So I became this being repúgnate that to survive it to consume blood, preferably human. I came to this place with the sole intention to become my food and so prove to my sister who was wrong, but when they arrive and see that I feared I ask if she was right and the companion were more than 500 years ago I'm looking for. When I see you standing there at the door without running or screaming in fear to me, if you know what I mean but I at this moment what are demonstrating. That is, everything I said and still do not scream or intestate escape, it seems like you're listening to the most beautiful in the world. Your mind is a group of emotions, but none of them is fear or disgust to me, for that reason I could not kill you, I had to ascertain whether they are my partner. "His eyes were staring at me, smiling pleased.

"My operator Bryant years after his partner found Celene, so for 400 years they are my parents, with the passage of time my family was extended with the arrival of my brothers as we call it, in the same way we did and I Celene. The question that your mind is simple, make it aloud .- and I said I did not really know why.

- Are you a vampire or something? I asked, feeling stupid. That told me he could not be real, who believed in these stories, but something told me I was not lying, that is, that this being who stood before me there was a human being, and could be hurt if he wished. But I was not moved, it was as if from the moment I saw him he became my gravity, wrapped me in its magnetic field and it was he who kept me on the ground. The gave me the most beautiful of smiles, but his eyes lit up with her and answered.

- I see you're having trouble taking what I really know, but the rational side says is a lie. Yes, I am a vampire. "He said as if talking about the weather and not the fact that it is telling me is one who drinks blood.

- But, is that this is impossible. By God, we are in full century, these are comic right? I asked, hoping that I said it was hidden camera or something, because for me everything he had said was beginning to take its toll on me and becoming a truth rather than the fallacy that era, and needed someone told me to stop thinking about stupid things and it was a joke.

- is not a cartoon and are not hidden camera, so it leaves a logic aside, it is more we will show you with facts what I say. "He got up, took me in his arms and in a blink was not in the safety of the cabin, was in the woods in the cold darkness, but I did not feel afraid, because something told me that I should be careful, irrational, right?

- Ok, how about a force approved? - I did not understand that concerned, until I saw his hands tore a huge tree and hurled against each other, breaking down as 10 more, so in that moment I gave up, logic says the devil and I let go of my irrational thoughts, Adriel is a vampire.

- Well, as they return convinced, if you're a long time to die out here hypothermia before I need an answer and give it to me before midnight, said this was the same, I picked her up and in a blink I was in bed again and he on the sofa section.

- why I said you had to give an answer before midnight? I asked, had left me intrigued.


- Because I need it, "he said, knew there was something more but if I had learned is that sometimes it is better to let things go, and maybe later it was easier to find an answer. In that instant he smiled, and did not understand it, so she let him go and decided to ask something else, damn curiosity.

- How do you know what I think? I asked because since we started this strange conversation I answer things without my say out loud.

- I can read the minds of people, of any, they are thinking every times while in my range, and a radio wave. "He said and turned to give me the most beautiful of smiles.

So he continued to talk about his life, his family told me they were 5 members, foster parents so to speak, and his two brothers as they called, who were also partners, so I understood his desire to find someone. He was alone, told me that some of them were special as he, his sister could see flashes of the past and future, and his mother could do that love prevails over all, said her brother had some ability to fly but he considered a gift to us and his father make changes in people. All this was great information, but still manage to get my own conclusions, so I went back to my questioning.

- Then I saw your sister? I asked.

- If he answered.

- So you know what my decision?

- No, I do not know if what he saw happen or not, or if it was something that should pass and the opportunity was lost, I told you I came here just to prove him wrong.

- "He saw me being like you?

- Not exactly, she saw you in my life, just do not know whether human being or a my kind.

- What do you, that your partner is still human or vampire, or not I want in your life? - ask being scared about the answer.

- think he'd be here if you do not want in my life was not a question was a statement. "Just want you in my life if you so wish, of course being like me, in equal conditions. I know it's selfish, I'm asking, but is a monster that I am selfish and soulless, it is my nature. He smiled bitterly
- 're not a soulless monster, but my question is why do you think it would be like you? - Asked knowing the answer.

- Because not want your life. "Sure enough, I do not want my life.

- What will I earn to live forever? Only suffer forever .- I said feeling the anger and pain inside me boil.

- I will make you happy .- said

- How do you do? I do not know, as you want to be with me. I'm broken inside you know? He snapped in anger, do not know why I said that, I just wanted you to know that I could not offer anything.

- Then two of us, you suffer because we lose people and I loved it I lost everything and on top I have lived over 500 years in solitude. Not the same pain I have suffered for 500 years and you only two and yet I'm willing to try.
Not knowing when I began to mourn and cry among my revote something inside me, what I earned to stay and live this life empty, which will never be happy? Is widespread evidence that will not go back to life, and my face will not smile anymore, and here in front of me is the most perfect, giving me the opportunity to begin again a new life away from all and all, and while you may never forget.
At this moment I began to accept my pain, my fears, my fears, my pains, and understand that everything happens for a reason, because there is asking him to accompany him for all eternity, that means he has not refused to be happy. Why do you refuse me, a mere mortal, to be happy? When my life was over, if he will live forever, and you may never have peace if I am not in your hand, it has been denied? at that moment I realized I should do, but first had to ask you something.
- Why do you think I'll make you happy? - Asked quietly, refusing to believe that could give me an answer.

- Because you are unique, I have knowing you three hours, and I know that I'm part of you. Because when you do you give unconditionally, because when you love what you do without fear and that is why we still suffer because you love them even though they are no longer sure .- said, and in that moment of doubt, fear, or pain was gone.

- Why should you be before midnight? -Not that I really cared, the decision is made, but curiosity prevails.


- Because I want to leave everything behind, Today marks two years your sadness, and I will not suffer another minute, "I say letting completely satisfied because I realized that if I could be happy.

- Ok, I agree, saying that, he slowly approached me, as if waiting to me to repent, to see if there was any doubt, but there was, was completely sure I wanted to share my days at his side. He came to me in the dark, hugged me, put his lips to my ear and whisper.

- Hurt, but I promise you will be the last pain I feel and you accept. Welcome to this new life, said that fit his teeth into my neck and I felt pain, but also hope that my life would be different and full now, and I realized that this would be my last Christmas Dolorosa, so let me to carry him and the pain to happiness.
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