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Cachureos

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objects or rubbish depending on how you look, from photos, matchbooks and flyers of any kind, I have helped to remember things at some point I thought about making the dreams I ever had and future once I thought I could ever have.

books I check a couple of old songs I wrote while in high school. I think the illusion of being a musician, or latter one being related to the life of rock star, but it Creole. Letras de Tr3s, El Otro Yo and did another gig stalk that fed the idea of \u200b\u200bbeing a Kurt Cobain see Professor Rossa, Golden Years (television of the grandmothers) and the breaking of potato with Robotech and the ThunderCats. Leo

Analysis and APSI few I found in a box lying on the patio. Amazing how in as painful as the 80's are trying to report and write about events as if slain, the tortutas, the Cutufa or CNI. And to think, now prefer lighter themes, and they do not touch anyone who has some power or belong to any organization, whether left or right. When I was little dream was to have lived in those years and have been at the Front, but not if you were able to kill someone or carrying a weapon, and even to endure without cable TV. I keep journals

comments magazines that go to see movies on discs that listen, teatreo works would enjoy, but ultimately never materialized, either because of laziness, lack of time "?, or not having money. Rather spend the little money I have into something that maybe does not meet the expectations. ( Silver, silver, silver, it comes down to the vile money. But in the end it is not so vile us if we have it or are in pockets Nuestrso ). As an experience, try to keep expectations well grounded, so as to achieve results never imagined reaching.

I wish I had a radio with cassette player for PDER hear those old tapes that you recorded with songs drawn from the FM, which had original titles such as Rock or Slow . Not yet assimilated the CD, I still prefer the cassette, despite having an acceptable No early.

often thought to be a sailor, soccer, vampire like Count Patula, karate, tattoo, be Huckleberry Finn, comic book, play guitar, buy a big house in Valparaiso, go to Africa, live in Tahiti, Brazil or Hawaii . I was all that and nothing at once.

Viewing, reviewing and re-reading all these cachureos I have in my room and I do not think throwing, and I do not believe in the disposability of things, I can remember the person I was, the person I am becoming and the person I ever thought it would be. They are a sort of tangible record of evolution my evolution.

Occasionally it is good to review the things that keep the past, either for replacement or disposal. Or just to see if you have followed or tried to reach the dreams that you set or if you just do dedicated to raising a nest of moths and spiders in your room, which is unbelievable.