philosopher ever (most likely under the influence of some aucinógeno) that you really understand what it means to live when he learns to savor the moment. Why Why walk very apuraditos trying to build the future, taking us out in the past or wasting face this marking the two previous alternatives? The trick, say, to get to feel what can happen to you in a second and experience, challenging the time-factor, the highest point of feeling as slow as possible. The wind that touch your cheeks, flashing eyes after crossing the saliva through the throat, the silence between words, the shoe stepping on gum, the sound of a bowl to pieces, smoke in your face by a micro the Abancay, your shoulder with some bird poop scoundrel.
There are times and moments, and only attack with all one has to deal with them is like they are enjoyable beyond good or bad it may seem. Because if you think about it, we call after experiencing them then why bother for them and emerge self-conscious of everything the body needs unconsciously?
The 2010 in particular, I have not been so varied as 2009. But it was a year of feeling, because experience has allowed me (well cachaciento Diosito) through time, how great life is and how quiet he can go if they leave suddenly. Because no need to die to stop living. (Look, look, mind you)
A door of 2011 (which brings them) think of you consider to be your time of year that leaves you, and see if you enjoyed it as he asked you you enjoy it. As he required you to do it. I bet my chipitaps that you get more of a surprise.
Beyond the personal, we choose a general level for the year pretty close. Of tin marin ... Ok. Put yourself in the situation. July 2, 2010 and in Johannesburg, Uruguay sought give us one of the top four places in a world that we are already seeing from afar acostumbradísimos encouraging a selection of South American neighborhood. In front, the revised and expanded version of the selection of Chincha, was supported by the entire population of the host continent and 90 percent of the Soccer City Ghanaians to support vuvuzelazos as unbearable as the Waka Waka Shakira.
lies who says that having a TV nearby, not poked or by Puritan curious to see what crazy as that Friday afternoon. We all watched as the first time, the east ("playing the Race? "Asked my mom) dominated a game they thought won until the rival akinkonó chant them one step 1-0 to the locker room. All we saw Forlan (the best of what's wrong championship) got the equalizer before assume that what we were losing (yes, I said "we." Lies also say he was not uruguasho ) all seen as closing the 90-minute match with a draw as unforgivable and adjusted the star's 22-court After each failed attempt during overtime. All we saw. All todies.
End of Second Supplementary and none of the manganzones were encouraged to open the account. The darkies took the conjecture and in the final seconds like crazy shot a bow that my cause to defend Muslerita got sick, forcing Smith and Fucile, standing in the middle of it to prevent a victory that all Africa was eager to scream. One shot, two shots, three shots, and Suarez took his role so seriously that prevented with one hand (more evident that corruption in government APRA), which Ghana won the match without penalties. Sure, hand made, hand eye, hand and criminal charged pa 'Friends Guajaja. Also lies to deny having said, "and was" without the cunning of the destination and make it looks like the Gyan jeropico world's largest. By a hair, we went to penalty kicks. We all saw it. All todies. But who saw us? Who saw the three million Uruguayans in all his republic and many thousands of their countrymen throughout the world suffer with the swing of the ball? Who was jumping, screaming, cursing and swearing list as if they were table 2? Who was enjoying the moment?
The chamba, these comrades were preparing today to start to suffer from the twelve steps when it came to hand, error removal and Africa. So back to the body celestial soul.
to see see, soft goods with boys, and what is this "fucking black? More respetito. Finally, penalties were a thing apart and go down in history for the minutes you have done to contain the pee to millions around the world. Opened Forlan goal was claimed Gyan, Victorino made it 2-1, tied it Appiah, Scotti put the advantage in 3, Mensah Muslera stopped and popped Montevideo and around until Pereira failed and rescinded the gift. Muslerita as large repeated Adiyiah tackled before and put everything up LOCO of Abreu. Abreu stuck his tongue out the whole planet and dare to "chop" (which took me hours to understand) putting an end to that was no doubt, if you know the best, but the most exciting match of the whole world.
chocheritas These seemingly far from home and combined with one or two of their host, they lived a touch of heart. Vuvuzela included.
What's here is great. Three generations (four) compared to a TV to enjoy something that is demonstrated not old. (The "Black transvestite!" The uncle and the verge of tears about the end of the old man in the lower left corner are the best)
Muslera Last tackled in goal and Abreu.
And this is for me the best of many posted on the Web. The audio is the narration of a radio journalist for Argentina. And given eternal hunger that both countries possess, it is more than extraordinary. "Excuse me Argentina"
Who said football is not a feeling?
I'm playing it in shame and I am not a scholar in its technicalities. But enjoying the moment, no one beat me. If football does things how are you, amen.
This was for me, by far, the point in 2010. What's yours? Happy
2011.
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