Wednesday, October 27, 2010

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klaszczmy your hands!

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billion reasons to be happy gives us the reality of pondering and dishes each day from scratch (so philosophically zacznęż!).

government managed to handle the trade dopalaczami ugly!

Ohohohohoohoooo!

Is not that great? Now again

nitwits gang will head to the dealers, to purchase weed, piksy, powders and every one who likes there.

suppose that in Colombia last carnival, and every owner of a small plot of drug blurred hands.

Yes yes my dears - drugs, boosters, etc. enough to come public in the blood, it will be difficult to break, oh, it is difficult ...

other thing is that legitimate business has been closed for violation of the free market.
Not to mention the fact that the totalitarian methods at least.

Apparently the afterburners, many people have died ...

Although no one has ever seen.

With a well informed source I know it's baloney on springs fabricated in order to really sink into the fat man as it was done.

next step in the direction of the third world has been done.

Oklasky!

"My idols are Saddam, Osama and Mother Teresa of Calcutta "

He reportedly said Rysio C. wannabe terrorist with big ambitions, a gun and a knife cancer.
As everyone knows he killed someone in there and hurt someone else in the old style of terror indywidualnego.Bez airplanes, skyscrapers gas, the KGB or the Jews.

After the attack, broke a veritable pandemonium.Kaczyński whimpers about the language of violence in politics - which he began to attract old baby and crosses to the PIS.
Andrju "Bula" Komorowski said a long time wisely and without a sense of not I think he czym.On wie.Za or not it is a long and wisely ie pussy.

People who write on the net that:

"zajebał I would Fuck the President" or

"Fucking WHORE RAGS żenada ZAPIERDOLE motherfucker with the government" or

"Ducks ON Pate, PIS As Fuck"

are interviewed by the police.

Is not that a revelation?
Even the internet can not express their opinions - however silly they may be.

As a die-hard libertarian (se check the dictionary what it means before you call me lewakiem) I think it is a totalitarian chujowo.Że metody.Że shit I do not care if politicians are living or not.

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Wednesday, October 20, 2010

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Goes street. I can see it from afar. Proud. Straight. Aware of her beauty. He has dark eyes, straight hair, full lips. Long, perfect legs. Figure dancers. Going in my direction. Skirt sways the hips. Cigarette congeals in my mouth. I stare. Then she turns around and smiles. Gently lifts the corners of the mouth, lips, separate. And goes on.
Whore, an island after his death.

She passes by the street. I can see her from the distance. Proud. So straight. Aware of her own beauty. Dark eyes, her straight. Long, ideal legs. Like a dancer. She is walking in my direction. Short skirt on her hips waving. The cigarette is stuck in my lips. And old. And then she turns and smiles. She rises the corners of her mouth, lips opens. And she walks away.
Fuck it, I'm going to have enough of Sleep When I die.

Monday, October 18, 2010

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Escape
Barcelona had to be my escape from the autumn. Escape from drooping leaves, becoming shorter days, the lack of light. Annual escape from depression lasting several months. Escape from a sense that I'm not in the right place and the knowledge that I have no idea where this place is.
We ran, several things happened that led to that thought that he did not want to run away, I thought that something has changed, meaning that I found where it was not to be. But I'm running again.
And like every year, autumn comes by me again. In Barcelona, \u200b\u200bit gets too cold to warm up before going to bed, I went yesterday for a long, brisk walk to Plaza Espanya. The underground passage smelled of limes, on the street cheap marijuana and tobacco. In the end, I sat down to smoke. She came to me at zero shaved young girl in a black shirt and torn skirt, asked for a cigarette. She wished me good night. And the night was good, but come morning, and woke in the cold, empty room.
I love Barcelona - but that often can not recognize what language people speak, which I pass, but that I could dress like lump, or leave and no one was surprised by the fact that so many have it yet to discover. But Barcelona also has its fall and the square in front of the house in which we live or leaves fall, the day begins to shorten.
And I know that if it was from Havana, so I might not marzła, but also przyszłyby hurricanes and rain, because even Havana, a city of my dreams, has its fall. And everywhere there is time to do żeby się zastanowić, co by było gdybym była gdzie indziej.
A może to wcale nie jest ucieczka, tylko poszukiwanie?

Escape
Barcelona was meant to be my escape from autumn. Escape from the falling leaves, shorter days, luck of light. Escape from the every year depression that lasts for few months. Escape from the feeling that I am not in the right place and awareness of the fact that I don’t know where that place is.
Before I escaped, there happened something that made me think that I didn’t have to run away any more, made me believe that something has changed and that I found the sense where it was not supposed to be. But I am running away again.
And again – as every year – the autumn catches me. Barcelona is becoming colder. Yesterday I went for a long, fast walk on Plaza Espanya to warm myself up before going to bed. In the underground I could smell limes, on the street – cheap tobacco and marijuana. Finally I also stopped to have a smoke. Some young, bold girl in black blouse and worn-out skirt asked me for a cigarette. She wished me good night. And the night was good but I woke up in the cold, empty room.
I love Barcelona – for the fact that often I cannot recognize the language spoken by people who pass by, for the fact that whatever I wear – some shit or glamour - no one cares, for the fact that I have so much to discover in this city. But Barcelona also has it’s autumn and on the square in front of the house we live in, leaves fall down and Also the day is becoming Shorter.
And I know That if it was Havana I would not be so cold but still - the hurricanes and rains would cause even come Eventually Havana - the city of my dreams - has it's autumn. And everywhere there is a moment to think of what would happen if I were Elsewhere.
Or maybe it's not an escape but a search?

Sunday, October 17, 2010

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http://picasaweb.google.com/A.Peszkowska
Here's a link to the last album on Picasa founded. There will be more room for my joy tfurczości.


Announcement As a reply to a frequently repeated request from a friend from now on I'll try to give you an idea of \u200b\u200bwhat I am writing about also in English. I am not promising exact translations and I ask everyone for understanding - my English is extremely far from perfect.
And by the way - do not expect me to dig trough my archives - I'm far too lazy to do that! :D
Above is the link to my Picasa photo albums.

Saturday, October 16, 2010

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Friday, October 15, 2010

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As recently as two weeks ago said us in school that we can not come, because even though the university is open, classes will most likely not. And indeed - not even a signed contract to rent an apartment, because neither the owner nor his friend, a Spaniard who had help us interpetacji contained in the agreement "hooks", they were unable to drive because public transportation was on the whole day. The reason was a general strike - as we explained in school, "raised taxes, everything gets more expensive, and salaries have been cut, so you can not live."
My initial assumption when I came here was to find a job - low pay, a species of "shity jobs", but one that would allow me to fill time and the opportunity to improve my English. But the waitresses in Barcelona requires proficiency in spoken and written languages: English, Catalan, English and Italian for example. To work at the kitchen sink, you must have your own uniform.
As I was the police station to register and give me a number. NO, Polish counterpart in the Social Security number-in queue I met a Polish woman who came to form resident permit in order to marriage to a Nigerian who came to Spain "for bread", and now goes to Polish (by the way, this is about a separate story, it is possible that some day I can get the whole story here cite).
Peruwianka known at the party told me: "I came here, when I was 26 years - I studied and I was wondering, what do I do with my life. I wanted to jump off a bridge. Now I have 30 years and I really wonder what to do with my life because I wanted to live in Europe, but in Peru I have a much larger perspective. "
All of these stories could be considered excessive, the classic" gripes "that so well We know from our own country, but the fact is that when a piece by piece, street after street, I visited this beautiful city, I chose a temporary resident, I sometimes get the impression that it is slowly dying - many shops are closed and not only a siesta, and at each (literally!) the street is at least one place, be it a utility, or a building intended for sale or rent ... Such a view, in Poland, never saw ...