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Last summer I was on a course of burning house with writer Alan Pauls , Argentina and hard supporter of the creation of newspapers. Great! I thought, but had already started writing a diary in which things, feelings, places, smells and people he knew were being registered with some "Senorita valuation" to know what it was, today I still do, to par with the blog, although for about a month and a half had not written anything stuck, and today when I was taking a little time to reflect, in the midst of a translation for the past two months has not left me much time for more ... I was reminded of the scene of Rimini, one of the main characters of Pauls book called Past , who also worked as a translator. He was one of those heart-romantic crisis more bitter than grapefruit, and through his work in front of your machine or your computer, do not remember, it stood from his chair rather than to answer the intercom naked or jacking in the bathroom so many times until his semen was iridescent red blood, while waiting for the girl who had occupied the throne of his beheaded Queen, then to further increase the critical level, the man started to leave home to find coca and put to pecueca. Far from identifying with this character ... I've been a bit away ... a book to be translated, some exercise, few outlets (like me so much), almost zero poles, much less TV, short trips back and forth to the refrigerator, lots of love and not so many straws as Rimini have kept me away from here something. Back Greetings to all, oddly enough ... I have missed. See if you now continue with my daily life of master ... can "see" us more ...

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THE PIANIST MISTERIOSSSO tachhaaannnn

You know I love these stories that put you on the edge of the trampoline, it turns out that the April 7 on a beach in Kent, have found a boy about 20 years, suit and tie, wet as an otter, as Calvin Klein ad ... peeeerooo ... was dumb, or rather was speechless. Then take all this time without saying a word, even to ask for water. Drugs? Post Traumatic Shock "? "Alien? What a surprise when they gave him a paper and pencil trying to communicate, and instead of the familiar "ET-phone-home", he drew the flag of Sweden ... and a piano! Having seen, he was taken to the nearest piano (the hood!) And the boy began to delight the public health with a wonderful performance of Tchaikovsky. He played for hours, and the only thing that continues since then. They discovered that in this time guy has written original music ... rather, he's a genius with his five points ... peeeeero ... does not talk! or unwilling to talk. All it does is play the piano and mourn ... What was agreed? Would not be in a better size than ours? Do not you feel better expressed only with music instead of words misunderstood? Often the words instead of saying ... unbecoming, HIDE, misrepresent, about ... and take us out of the joy of doing what we want, and mean what we want. To see if they give the true identity of this mysterious pianist sad? Who will? I listen to versions ...