Big Boobs And High Hells

A Oviedo pagans and their visitors. A friend

Oviedo city clean. Oviedo beautiful city. Sightseeing in Oviedo. Places of Oviedo. The city of Oviedo crane. The municipal police of Oviedo.

is on the lips of many that Oviedo is a city of cleanliness and order. I argue that this view, which boast both their politicians and officials, is just an image, a scene of dubious benefit to its neighbors. Oviedo is a city that, in presence of scenery, but without vitality and uncomfortable to live. You may not use the bike (have renewed throughout the city and have been responsible for putting insurmountable paving stones all over the place, and streetlights, planters and ornaments of all kinds: it is difficult to find anyone in cycling Oviedo), you can not use the car unless you are willing to pay parking costs or impossible to take any risk to you while you take him to the pharmacy on duty or leave your children in front of cole or upload a moment to look at the grandmother .. ., you can not go downtown unless you venture on buses most often crowded and slow, it takes 45 minutes to cross City ...

The rules seek the common good, but when that property is not affected and continues to implement the standard without any criteria you have the danger of falling into the tyranny of the commander, chokes the life of its own citizens becomes the fact of living in the city unbearable. One thing is the law made for the benefit of all and another thing to be able to apply the spirit of the law when it does not bother anyone. I imagine that those responsible for the municipal tow are not machines, I imagine that the agents have sufficient capacity to know what upset or angry, which harms living and what they in no way be supported or is urgent (I imagine all that and do not want to imagine other things).

This introduction is to tell the following story, bad history that disrupted a quiet morning in late July in Oviedo, where the quiet city that was half dead, because some of its inhabitants and have gone on vacation and because Oviedo offers little attraction to attract outsiders. The crane has taken me the car for being parked at the end of a cul de sac, a quarter section, in an isolated area near the old provincial jail, a street that has no traffic because it ends at the embankment the roads to the North Station. There can not go anywhere. Is clear that the car had two wheels on the sidewalk, obviously stepped on a little yellow stripe, but is also evident and notorious that parked there did not bother at all to anyone. 275 euros so it is a nerve and demonstrates the tyranny to which we are subjected (more than 25% of the salary of a mileurista), and demonstrates how little interest to the authorities the benefit and welfare of their own. I hope that the agent has taken the car I have had the same fineness legislation to give some of the other incident found there: the dog shit on the sidewalk. I understand that your job is to remove the cars, but I guess that, applying the same zeal that has had to leave the sidewalk expeditiously, false prompt (the fine was for parking on the sidewalk), has promptly acted promptly to have someone collect all deposits that are along the street. Because, in fact, citizens want to walk free without hindrance and without having to fill the shoes of shit.

Once I removed the car from impound lot, where by the way I was treated by who I believe he behaved like a professional antipathy and contempt (a profile for the position of super bowl in which you have got, you cost me in the face and give the slightest explanation), I returned to the scene to park there again and hold and take some pictures and tell what happened either. But was that it was not necessary. In the same way I had parked my car, with the same criteria to know that there does not bother anyone, other citizens turned to leave yours. And how many more will do so throughout the day. Other poor heathen to whom they will draw the hidden part of the taxes, the unwritten part of the municipal charges, those 275 euros with which politicians can better sell its image and say that Oviedo is a city clean and tidy. Yes

an artist, Gabino. It's nice to see how the city controls. And without having to go to the full.

How Soon After Waxing Can You Shower

: Javier Cubillo

mid-afternoon Eva called me with a muffled voice said to me: Javier Cubillo has died. Suddenly the grief pierced my soul. The blue of the San Lorenzo beach became leaden, the waves were transformed into squeaky knives and began to notice the ground she walked as if it were quicksand. A few minutes ago that just went in the hospital, the information is confusing, it is still early to know what happened, "said my sister. This medication is sometimes surprised and thrilled us with their accomplishments other fills us with rage and frustration, it appears that knows not keep up with the times. Shit the sea, yeah Harvey was a boy, was my age, maybe one or two less. You have to blame someone when the inevitability of death is determined to get there. The last time I saw him was in a chance encounter on the street in our neighborhood of La Luz. A friendly greeting, a word, a few questions about how we were going in life and how life was ours. Years did not maintain regular contact with him but a bunch of threads woven in our youth still held us together. In those empty afternoons of 70, stayed for nothing. And nothing was circling the neighborhood and talking, as if we were walking to grow as the song, or as if we talk to understand better the world and ourselves. He was a good conversationalist. And walked fast, very fast, as if in a hurry to get somewhere. While still lacking a few years for color TV came to this country, one day invited me to his house to see full-color western film on Sunday afternoons. The method was so simple and so transparent, and had so much greatness, like the heart of Harvey. A tinted plastic over the screen turned the sky blue and sandy desert land, in brown. And I got some records of Boney M and asked me if I did not like that music. I do not remember what I said but surely I did not pay very good gesture. Now from here I want to say yes, I do like the disco music of Boney M, if only to remember what those years were good.
Today when I was in San Lorenzo beach was filled with grief and I felt that I am a little less.
My deepest condolences to Nevis, his wife and daughters. A heartfelt hug for you.
You will be missed, kid.

Matures 50 Years In Panties

I + D + I

What interests me most about all the current picture is what is written on the traffic signs that announce the rest areas and roundabouts. Not to be missed in a thousand explanations to say that appeals to me Who does not break? And little poetic spirit do you have to understand that "all directions." I can not help, every time I read it, my heart skips a beat. It is laudable that from so high and recognized bodies are made by hand from the humblest citizen these resources. Within a radius of 50 km I have selected 7 areas of rest and lots of roundabouts. Where appropriate, select what interests me most. If I suspect my calm is over, I head to the busiest highway, at km 27, if I guess the reason for my burden is vital for a high rate, I'm going to rest area less traveled ... Y there I see as the butterflies flutter, I appreciated this coming summer white with black spots ... If on the other hand, for instance (which means proper deconstruction who need to understand) if I need is to separate the dust from the chaff, I'm going to look at a roundabout decorated with a windmill (without cleave to Albacete), or if what I want is to travel through time and arrive at any port, I'll get this one, that of the photo. What can we do. But really and truly, what I drink coffee is full. Of course, with the right person.

Zabrze Dominik Kaczmarczyk

What we were and what we

By way of greeting
Long ago, this projection of the Asturian coast used to move a group of people who sat on the cliffs of the cliff with the feet hanging to watch the sunset while they drank some, and periwinkles that llámpares with great need, in permanent contrast with the waves had torn down there, where the sea pounds the rocks. Hundreds of years later, the heirs of that group came over and gave them to protect their domains from the scourge of wind, water and sporadic incursions of the enemy with solid and elaborate stone buildings. Continued past the time and it was the turn of the Romans were used as its calm sea never dared to get a foot in the dark Cantabrón and then, somewhat later, there was no shortage in the area the Vikings, who planted more than glory desolation and distress among the people. And with all this bustle (on the other hand, specific to each time), things were more complicated: if the first cavalry, after the overwhelming artillery, bombs later explosion, implosion, and cluster. ... Undoubtedly, there were moments of peace and that some of them took advantage of the situation to lift those stones themselves a modest beacon that would guide coast on the night of gale and temporal, which were many expected.
And with all this behind him, at about the time for siesta, more or less confusing and somewhat heavy, the clerk hesitantly approached the watchman mentioned marina and to take this picture and comment that, as things go , the past and what was, what you look at it has become pure aesthetic contemplation.

Notes for thought: What we were and what we are, where we came from and where are we, what we have and what we have, what we have left behind and what is upon us. Hopefully we win the World