this morning, before starting the blog, the situation was tense at work (even though I have a week there.) began to speak "whale" as dori nemo the goldfish, meaning that the neurosis was the limit, and everyone in it were going crazy chain until you hear their voices distorted and me I got a scratch. But for that, I turned to the easy and most cowardly, the leak and not hear the shouting, I connected my headphones to the lap, I put them in my ears, I went to youtube and searched for a wonder, what I say wonderful, genius of our country churrigueresco film: The son of Pedro Navaja (1986) Simon, son of legendary former criminal immortalized by the Panamanian musician Ruben Blades and Andrew Smith starring in a film directed by Ramon Obon in 1984. This time, the action (rather wimpy) of offspring Guillermo Capetillo lies, and the address is alfonso priego roses. but what was, my flight was one of the most incredible scenes, when the great jorge luke, another skull instead, his face bloody, he said in a nightclub to good Pedrito: "In this neighborhood a man starts to prove himself on the dance floor. " noooo, well, that little scene with the musical "Hey, open your eyes, look up and enjoy the good things in life .. lara the" ... was my escape from the noise in the office. crap I almost laugh, but I did, but the stress is gradually diluted and eventually everything returned to normal. dori and company are calmed. here ' the videíto, just so you know which side the iguana chews. indeed, this post is dedicated to freedom, aka the crazy Chinese children, who loves dancing.
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