"... Then came the revelation. Marino saw the rose as Adam could see her in Paradise, and felt she was in eternity and not in his words and we can mention or allude but do not express and that high and proud volumes forming a corner of the room the twilight of gold, were not (as his vanity dreamed) a mirror the world, but one more thing added to the world ... "Jorge Luis Borges
(fragment of a yellow rose)
What is a Borges just now to say what makes me. That in any mouth may sound too biased, and in mine, a blind cronyism. But Borges nor met the Black Palacios, though it could describe it better than anyone, while one is left the appeal of the quantity, of listing, the anecdotes and Hermes, pleading that the word justice.
I met him in the Psychology course, back in '92, along with Cheche, Spoon and another handful that mass vaccinations, the first day, double positivist. There was much talk of scientific knowledge and mockingly criticized Bach flowers. We
hamacábamos between adjustment problems and false identities, obsessions and addictions, hedonism and fanaticism. And the Black, as if a thousand years!: Quiet, but with such calm that inspire blind confidence, which invite you to relax. Plumb. No master phrases plum, rather with streets, many streets, but never with advocacy of asphalt.
a maturity that did not quite understand.
And while many we changed the color of hair, or did we adoradorees atheists and Silvio Rodriguez, or militábamos a while Trotskyism, to return later with a time mommy more, and while we were vegetarians fifteen days, or Lacanian two years, Black was always there as a beacon of that which sustains, that which matured many internal changes that do not need the wind rather than to listen, to sniff, to read it. I remember collecting
forms of reneging as the Black went smoothly (and not for lack of problems) with their partners, with laburo, with its Olympic swimming training (1), his friends, his family, his sons, his wife ... with his life. As if the mystery of eternity were allowed a glimpse into the calm of the Black.
When I saw him Neo loaded the program and entered the expert on matters Matrix seconds ago and did not know, I thought the Black Palacios.
When I saw how he treated Norma Nino Belvedere, but the son of the bride commented, "is like watching Fred Astaire dance, I thought the Black Palacios.
When I heard Borges, wise if any, make it clear the difference between knowledge and wisdom, I thought the Black Palacios. Eventually
showed me life paradoxes like yellow roses. As María Luz raise him and Ivan with a paternity that spring up as if father was born. As see and hear when we began to study psychology, back in '92, when the Black had long Palacios was a psychologist.
(1) Eleven years of record: http://www.clarin.com/diario/1998/03/02/r-02333d.htm
(fragment of a yellow rose)
What is a Borges just now to say what makes me. That in any mouth may sound too biased, and in mine, a blind cronyism. But Borges nor met the Black Palacios, though it could describe it better than anyone, while one is left the appeal of the quantity, of listing, the anecdotes and Hermes, pleading that the word justice.
I met him in the Psychology course, back in '92, along with Cheche, Spoon and another handful that mass vaccinations, the first day, double positivist. There was much talk of scientific knowledge and mockingly criticized Bach flowers. We
hamacábamos between adjustment problems and false identities, obsessions and addictions, hedonism and fanaticism. And the Black, as if a thousand years!: Quiet, but with such calm that inspire blind confidence, which invite you to relax. Plumb. No master phrases plum, rather with streets, many streets, but never with advocacy of asphalt.
a maturity that did not quite understand.
And while many we changed the color of hair, or did we adoradorees atheists and Silvio Rodriguez, or militábamos a while Trotskyism, to return later with a time mommy more, and while we were vegetarians fifteen days, or Lacanian two years, Black was always there as a beacon of that which sustains, that which matured many internal changes that do not need the wind rather than to listen, to sniff, to read it. I remember collecting
forms of reneging as the Black went smoothly (and not for lack of problems) with their partners, with laburo, with its Olympic swimming training (1), his friends, his family, his sons, his wife ... with his life. As if the mystery of eternity were allowed a glimpse into the calm of the Black.
When I saw him Neo loaded the program and entered the expert on matters Matrix seconds ago and did not know, I thought the Black Palacios.
When I saw how he treated Norma Nino Belvedere, but the son of the bride commented, "is like watching Fred Astaire dance, I thought the Black Palacios.
When I heard Borges, wise if any, make it clear the difference between knowledge and wisdom, I thought the Black Palacios. Eventually
showed me life paradoxes like yellow roses. As María Luz raise him and Ivan with a paternity that spring up as if father was born. As see and hear when we began to study psychology, back in '92, when the Black had long Palacios was a psychologist.
(1) Eleven years of record: http://www.clarin.com/diario/1998/03/02/r-02333d.htm
band you always ankles in the same way? Are you sure you do well?
I always
about selling, I sell one for the ortho, so I do it just for luck.
What things football than you do on a playground, are the ones that give you pleasure? Exit
playing with the ball after a dribble, but for my old striker recovers faster what I slow to lift his head to locate a partner to do the download.
Does an idol of those who have not extended much? Describe.
an idol is pure imagination, but by comments from tasters old and played football there in workshops, I believe in the 60's, called him the "Black" Amable López. I confess I never saw him play, just saw how bright the eyes of those who commented on what he was doing on the pitch.
Cuéntese special anecdote of his footballing life.
The time we went to a Friday Checho and Maxi classical musicians to meet, or Saw, or do not remember. Not what time we were back, but I remember the Locro that awaited us Esther (mom Cheche), which watered by abundant red and then City College football until almost dark, so I was rarely happy a court.
What position do you prefer? Why?
4 per projection, advance, by choice in the attack.
ever played "drunk or stoned? How did it go?
may have come up with some wine, but was purely circumstantial, not as I was, only shit I laugh.
The paddock for children ...
The popcorn in the vacant lot behind my old house. Bows made from trunks of elms, was unlimited as the hours we spent there.
repentance Any football?
In the final Coast how they react is something that I regret, with the addition that was my son.
What goal celebrated more as a fan? Does the experience?
first round qualifying match with Engineering, we miss everything that could err in a single advance we tie and came with everything (if we lost, bye outside), rubble us missing the ranch until 5 minutes in a backlash put the 2 to 1 with goal-pack I remember the run behind that culiau, we all went.
His worst expulsion.
All alone were 2 but when I'm away I feel a pelotudazo.
What do you feel is the best thing he does in this game?
Sacrifice delivery.
Ever football provided him with women ... or something?
Women do not, if very good friends.
A famous idol. Why?
Redondo, Zanetti. For clarity in the game, making the difficult simple.
What is the worst he made in a court?
worst thing I did in a court, in football, once playing wanted to go down and cover myself forward pass to 4, of course, was Gol. More emotional aspects were the expulsions.
And the best?
A pair of defensive headers, crosses, or advances in which I felt good or at least happy to have arrived.
Have you taken to play?
Once we won some money with Peralta and playing a championship Checho Coronel Olmedo. Of course we roasted a brute morphs.
When you bought or regulate their last ball?
Christmas 2007 in giving me a nice bulbitos.
hates most famous player. Why?
Hernan Diaz Ahumada, Cristiano Ronaldo, Beckham. By no more than pure prejudice.
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