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7 years ago ...

Girl problem: "I feel that after this concert I will not see you again never "

Vitote:" It just depends on you "

Girl problem:" That is why "

last Saturday ...

Jor," So? "

Vitote: "I do not give a shit, you lose it"

Jor: "How? What have you done to Vitote? ...!" Hijosdep

Vitote:" Age , the disappointments, the MIR ... "


Seven years ago I saw a " The Goat Clockwork first live, had begun his commercial success and people began to surround not so good, that kind of people who mine inside the groups and artists, those individuals who will move from word of mouth to the list of top 40 and the bar with colleagues, to awaken bathrooms of nightclubs. At that time I saw the corseted Lychees, achiever but surrounded by the gigantic drowsy orchestra tour infamous "No cages or aquariums" , having to play the damn "Do not call me naive" without touching the big "Malacara " or " Rice Garlic . On Saturday he returned to Salamanca, with a small band in the even smaller stage at the Irish Rover, but I do not know why I everything seemed larger. Mr. Miguel Hernandez took the stage with no selling, no corsets, wondering how he had been the club to the public, saying how bad we went to the athletic, demanding cigarettes to the public for the rest of the band, counting is "to the ... to play those songs always the same " that " Do not call me naive " was a mistake, which devotes " Thanks for nothing ", who wants to stop being Lychees for re- himself.

seven years ago, Mickey lived a sweet moment in his career and did not know what is coming, the number of vultures who would take advantage him, his talent and his joy. They stole the smile, he pulled left and fled from Madrid to Barcelona. Then came "Hotel Lichis" , and with it, the reunion with those who started to listen to "The Bastard" . When one smiles at her life, everyone wants to go near him, get behind trying to see if that success has a high rate of infectivity. But when sounds change of pace, the valise was left and only bullfighter and crutch.

Seven years ago I went to a concert "La Cabra Mecánica" , I got one of those disappointments of late adolescence, those who kick your self-esteem as if it were the very Mufasa. Say, like the Lychee, fell into a series of repetitive and self-destructive behaviors, but not including drugs of dubious origin and "girls who smoke" (as would Núñez). Miguelito

recently came to a conclusion and decided to stop and let be Lichis "La Cabra Mecánica" . Miguelito has returned to play "Malacara" I came back to invite national banknotes rolled whiskey ...

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has nearly 30 years and is beautiful. With it I had the most stable relationship of my life, I would not have changed anything in the world, but the years do not go in vain and my family said it could not be, as too old for me and I sure do not see me dating her. But I love her with all my heart, we know since I was nine years and have always been in love with her. She led me to all parties has been warm and protective shell that we all need in our lives. But it has had to leave, we have been separated. At least, it became one last trip together, listening to songs by Quique Gonzalez rolled into one thing that has happened less often than we both would have liked.

She is Merche, the old Mercedes 250, my father, the car of my life. "But Vitote why a girl's name?" . First, because it came as standard, as Roger is not my Ford Fiesta, which earned the name he callback request. Mercy is not a car, is "ma voiture" . It is difficult to start with it, at first unsure of your time, do not know what gives you such jerks, why it seems to have its own life, because you want to be she who governs you, not you to it. You must make your clutch, handle it with delicacy and precision, if you're rough with Merche, will punish you, the hate, but you can not resist it and end up succumbing to its softness and comfort. Driving during these years has been COMPIC, we had our brushes, I did not touch her, she beat me with a jerk of hell, tortured me and made me hate parked every time he made a strange little sound. At the end succumbed to it. Who would have thought it would be me who do him his last trip?. On Sunday morning, the road that we met along the road where I drove for the first time. It was then that I realized what we had been together, how perfect it was, despite its demands and how it was going to miss.

The goodbye was hard, my father, my mother and I left dormidita in his new room. The nostalgia is upon us, everyone thought the time had more meaning attached to Merche. I'll stick with the summer we became "ma voiture" , souvenir bags with endless travel at odd hours, with heating gave me a headache and your air "conditioning time" with the heat of July in the English steppe ... So many moments to Merche.

may meet again soon, maybe this is just a so long, I do not know, but either way, I do know is that it will always be a part of me.

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FAREWELL MY JOURNEY MY MY MESS

"The observer, by the mere fact of fulfilling its role, alters what is measured or observed, there is always a change, uncertainty"

Werner Heisenberg, German physicist

Change of season, change in short sleeve long sleeve, change ... well, my Atleti not change or wanting, and above all, change back. Second round.

This week I am especially tired, perhaps because there are no classes and I decided to slow down, and when you disconnect a little more, the body breaks down. On Monday begins what is believed to be the building of the MIR, if the first round are the foundation, the second start putting the bricks that make us go through the roof, as far as we can get. That does not say anything about how good we are, but how well we have been a Saturday afternoon. ... Partly unfair.

Approaching the second round you question yourself, look at your current job, you get depressed, you look to the future, and you're strong consideration as a champion, you see a future where Alonso Ferrari, unbeatable. But look again at the screen that tells you what you've been clumsy three months, and feel a little empty. Perhaps, by the mere fact of having seen now your mistakes you change your speed, your position or even your spin, which heisembergiano electron. In short, despite the claims of the measurements at this time, we have no fucking idea where we will be on 23 January. At bottom, all are like that Schrödinger's cat, who knows if we are alive or dead until you open the box no one damn time.

We spend our lives complaining about our bad luck, evil teacher made, the referee ... We realize that we are our own ballast, that fortune favors the well prepared minds and that we must take the bull by the horns. Hence, this week has slowed down, because it sometimes takes away a bit of mosaic to view the image forming. Because sometimes it is more productive to get into a bus and spend five hours on it to see who you miss, because sometimes it is worth running away from home at ten at night to fire an old friend who is leaving. Because bars bars, park benches, the receptive ears, contributing more than any slogan prefabricated or any self-help book. Because sometimes the observer, by the mere act of observing, is able to change everything.