There are things that give us child fear. I remember having a smiling clown was very frightening and I demanded that my parents saved. The older we could threaten the old bag, Llorona (not Hernán Díaz, but the mythical character of the legend), the cuckoo, or even to sell to the same "Chuchana (villamariense element).
was going through the last years of my elementary school and began the rumor that Smurfs were evil and up so that violence had increased significantly school.
thousand stories were never found with these characters. It was said that a girl had posters of the Smurfs in the room and when he woke up he appeared scratched and blamed these blue characters.
How are based to say that these drawings were evil? We can find certain characteristics that relate to the Smurfs with the demonic. Smurfs are said to represent the sins is the grumpy (anger), the greedy, the lazy, the burly (pride), the vain, etc. Papa Smurf, the father of all, represent the devil. Looking Gargamel's clothing you have noticed that post could be a cassock of a priest, also lives in an old chapel and is stripped to the Franciscan, as the old priests. This course chaplain lives with his cat Azrael, a name which matches the Archangel of God who takes the soul of the dead to heaven.
The theory is that the author of these drawings he sold his soul to the devil to achieve success. Too bad I do not have too many memories of The Smurfs, I do not know if they were well designed, if they were entertaining ... I saw them very small. Lately they have not spent more on television, do you have censored? many questions I get at this point, why was only one smurf (Smurfette) for all those thirsty azulcitos meat? Or as I read out there were communists and this explains the low participation of women and the beard and red hat Papa Smurf? Was it a reflection of capitalism Gargamel wanted the Smurfs to make gold? "Nacha Guevara made the same pact with the devil that never gets old? is like in 93 '. Mafalda "grew and ended in a neuropsychiatric for being so idealistic dream of a better world? Do teletubbies are assholes?
Following the trend of rumors, a letter is sweeping the Internet, promoting a new season of The Smurfs. This time we will enjoy a new character, the "Pitu Abelairas" , you'll only have good shot but not to speak of testosterone, would be a kind of Smurf appear insensitive and very occasionally. Fito
gives us this magical song about a woman possessed, this is the album version of "Fashion and People" actually fits even better to the point that the original song sounds more somber by the harmonic arrangements , has more tension and a more dramatic according to what happens to the character.
He looked as if he understood and again pointed out to me. - She'll tell you, Carina.
- So we've gone, so no, today is not your day to make Celestina. "I added as giving terminating the situation.
The dinner was a laugh, gossip, jokes, anecdotes and recent activities that were eager to be counted.
What bothered me was not the situation of being two seats of the woman who had been my elixir courts; then become a devastating plague. She had tasted of the sweetest aroma I was dehydrated and crying over their borders.
I could have felt worse to see that prying eyes could draw me as a gay pride sensitive to that harem of nine women around me which network shoal. Before these eyes I was a rare and unique male specimen that celebrated women's day off key in a group of painted mouths, minds long nails and indecipherable.
was not in that place or by the March 8 by any chance, or by seeing her again. Was attending the birthday party of a mutual friend, a kind of inheritance bequeathed to us our relationship.
was not uncomfortable or by inquiring glances from other tables, or foolish comment by a matchmaker, nor miss my friends ... even for being two beer glasses that mirage of the past. What I put in almost paranoid situation was to be in my full power, finally understanding that there would be no wars, no truce, no flags, no mountains to settle, or queen a pawn, or body to which redemption. I would not be on March 8 to transit wishing to hear a happy day and to honor and make understand that no woman who deserves far more than she is as feminine as nostalgia.
What to do with the anger when a fire that burns inside your gasoline fueled by cheap?
Your eyes no longer be those dreams to become artificial skies were sold to children at a fair settlement.
I want to run, it calms me down. Tired of walking your memory inert and apathetic as the wilderness trail that leads me to the infinite desire to live a morning without your arms.
lazily writing to not explode. Mending the stories that have deteriorated through your fingers, watching the Christmas present I could ever give you and listening to the rain that we never share, I think I can make you disappear like a mirage, as it will never exist, as the wine is no longer is.
How ironic that can make a heart in tachycardia. No one ever devoted two lines to you and made you dream of flying, we disposed of hypocrisy, believing you have conquered me, I took and I nicknamed you twice, and you, just you, to the most fearless, I made two texts one for me, another for my anger.
Now you can tell your God, you pray together that you become what I could not, to have mercy on your map and phone banks. Turn every 12 candles, one for each apostle, one for each month of the year I suffer. With the same conviction that always leaves your be ethereal, I'm going to put difficult. More than you could ever imagine. You will be just a rusty spring in the midst of tremendous ennui that slowly consumes you. A spring that never dared to jump off the nauseating pit to the palace.
Spinetta sings "The Marcapiel" and through us with his words: "Today everything is asleep and here was a word after the air crashes, look like anything. "
Lucrecia was the creative mind that brought the title to this post when I could not think that arming pun. Thanks Lu!
