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"buy records, read biographies of musicians, collects handbills. Music flowing through his veins. And sometimes even love the music the musicians themselves. But instead of touching cry." The music lover. Eusebio Ruvalcaba.

Sometimes I feel Salieri. It's like my life was in a dream. See and be seen with painful clarity as he ascends the talent of others. Mediocrity and envy, the poison that paralyzes me. A fear that prevents me from doing things. Wasted potential, a mere idea of \u200b\u200bwhat might be good but not enough.

There are days when I can hardly exist. My brain has a way strange and I work hard to separate past, present and future. Stifling days in which so many things going through my mind that I can hardly keep up. As smoke marijuana without the tranquility and passivity that characterizes it. Days when I feel that it is all quick camera when in fact remain motionless for hours, watching the computer screen.

I feel terribly old, I can not understand why I feel this terrible need to have all my stories, preserve them, as if everything is too ephemeral, as if death or forgetfulness Cirne on me. This is my hell Kafkaesque.

difficult to live with the obsession compulsion constant anxiety and fear unjustified. I'm an insecure narcissist, a egolatra with an inferiority complex. A contradiccón, a denial of my own, an inconsistency of person. I would erect a monument and then throw eggs.

I eat only memories and dreams, allowing the flow fact about me because it is unbearable failure. Living in excess and self-censorship. I am a prisoner of my psyche. I'm caught between madness and health, standing on the line that keeps me define myself.

I want to be a writer, but I'm afraid to write. I'm afraid to face the blank page. Only when I can not allow these escapes me most culpable, this explosion of doom liberating.

My life is chaotic, both my room and my thoughts and my school work (which I did). Despite that I describe myself as a perfectionist and fanatical of the order. The inability to classify all frustrates me so much that paralyzes me. I am overwhelmed by the prospect.

I firmly believe that I have no imagination or creativity. Everything is limited to (mis) memorize things. I'm just a collage of the world. The extreme fetish, collector. Pathological hoarding. Choose

is almost impossible, I want everything, I can not let go, I can not stop thinking about that. Frees me to write here and at the same time incredibly scared me. I feel much pressure, not only with you I read but me. I am my most harsh critic.

terrifies me Feeling scattered, losing things (physical or otherwise) makes me physically ill. I feel like I disappear. I am my things and my things are me. Lose the thread of my life. I can not concentrate.

express what I think, feel or live many times, save in the collective memory of who I want, where they translate it remains for future reference. I record everything, because we forget an important date, a gesture, a thing is a nightmare for me. I have to know there is a backup of my memory, just so I'm (semi) quiet.

There is so much I want to say, so I want to communicate while I'm dry. I can not create nothing on my own and that depresses me, I completely collapses.

Then read this, do not know how I will feel. I have many books of my childhood and adolescence in which I describe exactly the same feeling. The feeling that I am two people, that go from one extreme to another, that does not recognize who I am among many voices.

I hope to write more clearly in a while. I hope you understand my fragmented ideas and understand the intent behind it. I have many things in his head, much to tell, but I can not put an order.

May my words serve at least to keep company with those who feel the same, drifting, with a fire burning in their breasts.

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World Cup in the season tend to divide opinion: either love or hate football. Few are those who remain indifferent. Personally I love him and I can not understand why my friends are so upset. Yes, I understand that their boyfriends become zombies panting in front of the TV, but really should see the good side (veeeeery good). Below I discuss

ten powerful reasons why a woman should watch football:

1 - Beer: whether we lose, we win or even play, the world is the perfect excuse to drink.
2-Friends: Few things are more fun to lie to the mother to the referee with friends from the comfort of your own armchair.
3-day off, working hours and academics become flexibles.Si have a boyfriend, you go out with your friends and many of your favorite places are deserted.
4-Emotion: once you understand, a party can be orgasmic. (Eg, Mexico-France)
5-Unit: Animal House nationalist. Unknown (cute) that will embrace you win and get generous bars.
6-Culture: Generally we learn even a few things the host country. 7-Spirit
Sports: The enthusiasm is such that even we dared to play. Although we do not know, is fun and burns calories.
8-Sufficiency: You can scream obscenities at will and nobody will judge you.
9-Attraction: A woman who loves beer and watching football is hot. Furthermore, the guy you like can watch the game ... at home.
10 - If the above reasons you have not been motivated and are a straight woman (or a gay man) in his right mind, I present ...

FOOTBALL SELECTION OF ANDREA;)
After an arduous process of research and selection, 26 players have been chosen for your viewing pleasure. Enjoy!

Christoph Metzelder, Michael Ballack, Arne Friedrich, Sebastian Kehl, Lucas Podolski, Zinedine Zidane, Yoann Gourcuff, Michael Owen, David Beckham, Fredrik Ljungberg, Markus Rosenberg, Christian Wilhelmsson, Roque Santa Cruz, Diego Forlan, Andriy Shevchenko, Artur Boruc, Victor Valdes, Spain Iker Casillas, Cesc Fabregas, Alberto Gilardino, Alessandro Del Piero, Fabio Cannavaro , Francesco Totti, Cristiano Ronaldo, Nuno Gomes, Kaka, Rafa Marquez.

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Notes: large no longer

Ways to be dead. The World Cup is history for nearly half of the teams. As I write this missing just two groups to be defined. The biggest disappointment, you do not dig too much to discover: Italy's Lippi and Domenech's France, that rascal.

The two protagonists of the 2006 final ended up blurring on South African courts, grieving for their own misery, more historical conjuncture.

Because in the German World arbitrator granted glory given to the "Azzurri" to a war Australia, and France crushed with a couple of flashes, first to a more than mediocre Spain that always stifles enthusiasm, and then a Brazil with fear and crutch.

And both, even Jacquet France 1998 - mostly they walked dying, until someone comes and throws a rope. But you can not fool all the people all the time.

What comes . So pale Cup in its early promises to get interesting from eighth. Because there a key to a team semi-finalists will be considered non-elite, call Uruguay, United States, South Korea and Ghana. And all thanks to Capello's England, guilty in his opinion the quake hierarchies that will be this tournament.

Because there is no way to understand, beyond the sometimes anarchic laws of football, how a side that meets the likes of Lampard, Gerrard and Rooney should get his hands on Jermaine Defoe to beat a few workers who came from Slovenia.

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March for Animal Rights, May 22, 2010. From the Angel of Independence at the National Palace (Zocalo).

Although I have discussed this topic before, it's sad how easily we tend to forget or ignore. Some that do not consider it relevant, others hurt us open our eyes to the awful reality that millions of animals live day by day. Many of us are horrified at the cruelty to animals and yet contribute to it with our indifference. Whether through ignorance or convenience, we live a life based on the exploitation of other species. I am ashamed to admit that my own habits are not exempt from cruelty.

Animal liberation is an uncomfortable subject and thorny. It forces us to question our ethics, our habits and customs as society and as individuals, to wonder if we are willing to sacrifice some of our comfortable lifestyle in favor of innocent lives. As with the issue of feminism, there are many prejudices that seek to denigrate the cause, using pretexts frankly absurd and primitive with pseudo-scientific basis. A militant of this case are called radicals, extremists, terrorists, but: is not fundamentally immoral, terrifyingly extreme the way we behave as a species not only to animals but to the planet?

act as if the destruction of nature do not represent the end of our species. We are scared to face reality, we are outraged but we are not responsible. The truth is much more convenient and easier to pretend that nothing happens, turn your head away, close our ears. Stop the cruelty and exploitation suffered by the animals would be easier if we all did our part. Until this happens, do the right thing is difficult and sometimes downright heavy.

For my part I'm tired of turning the gaze, not remain indifferent.

Let's start with some:

"Do not buy clothes or shoes or leather, synthetics are just as good
-use products that NO experience with animals
-Reduce the much as possible your consumption of meat meals
-Avoid "exotic" endangering the species
-Spay your pets
"Do not buy animals," Do not lean
adoptalos sadistic events: dogfights, cockfights and bullfights
"Do not attend circuses that use animals
-Report abuse: HERE
-Foster to your friends and family these actions
-Use your online social networks to support the cause
- INFORMATE and participates via email

PD-I recommend you download the song for this post. The version of my player (youtube) is not half as good as the original.

Do not Kill The Animals by Nina Hagen & Lene Lovich

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That is, a pause (other) in the midst of all this World Cup. A pause to read some of J. A . Worthwhile for a change.

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World Notes: this chance

I said, what chance . Jean Beausejour is one of those typical front without goal that abound in the Mexican League. His meeting with the opposing goal is as convoluted as its name, supposedly of Haitian origin. A lot came he set the party of your choice, Chilean Marcelo Bielsa's Argentina, to tiny Honduras. The ball hit out of sheer luck in the leg and entered. So things are happening in this World Cup, which is owing him a lot of football. However, it was the best match I've seen so far.

necessary evil. Or by chance one puts it between the posts is the Mexican Guille Franco. But we already know, is not his fault. Basque is that Aguirre is determined to use him to prove his theory that technicians can be considered a necessary evil in football. Mal will be Mexico when the two players who are the poster child for the selection, Andres Guardado and Memo Ochoa, are on the bench. The latter moved by none other than the Conejo Perez.

I tell the SOCIT than there are and they come: I think the worst Mexican national team since World Cup I have memory usage, that is, since 1986. Reason to consider that favorite.

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World Notes 1

certainty. In football there are no hierarchies. This is a World Cup deserves to be won by New Zealand. I say no because neither North Korea looming joke in my head that a communist country is world champion of anything other than torture, lies and repression. Never in the sport I love. Poverty

random. Hit the 32 teams in South Africa, poverty is an image I hope will be deleted soon. But I doubt it. Because the abundance of chance has imposed its rule. Too many goals scored by errors in carambola, by distractions. None of the illusion of winning it. On top of this ball that makes me doubt about the benefits of technology based the show.

Too many goals scored by defenders. It is as if the boleros began to be sung by the drummers.

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Guanajuato

In 2010 we celebrate 200 years of Mexico's independence from English rule. While the Historic Route is extensive, it covers about 23 cities in eight states, three major cities are in Guanajuato and while car trips me extremely dizzy, I took the practice I went to school and know the days 13, 14 and 15 May.

Luckily we went on a monster truck spacious and comfortable with air conditioning and television, but after a five-hour trip with a stop at bathroom, rich vodka disguised juice and then revealed to see two films, we Guanajuato tired, hungry and eager to get to the Hotel. Horrible surprise that I got when I realized that first we would do some of our scheduled visits, and my stomach pains have to wait. The Collar "San Ramon" I might have been more interesting if he had not needed a bath. The Hacienda Bar just reminded me that we were forbidden to drink during the trip down the mine was the worst idea I have, since the humidity, depth and lack of ventilation allegedly shot asthma eradicated in my childhood and next hour was breathing difficult, if not painful.

From there we went to the Temple of San Cayetano, also known as La Valenciana, whose altar is bathed in gold and its peculiar history. Of course, between the blasphemous pictures of my friends and a man of the church as he explained, but really wanted to evangelize atheists, I spent a good time of joy and fun (my life is complete now that I saw Yisus Grandparents).

The next stop was the "Treasury of the Coachman," a pseudo-museum of the Inquisition, which found the cynical desire of some Guanajuato by displaying a pair of supposedly historical objects, replicas, cheap and tasteless pictures 3d. The trip caused me grief of others, as the guide, dressed in a monk's habit, it kept saying nonsense, watching with rapt attention to my teachers, citing the Da Vinci Code. The only good thing was the explanation of Professor of History and photos (the other teacher almost makes me giggle attack defending the church. God, protect me from your followers).

After getting stuck chela pizza and drink in secret, arrived at the hotel The Abbey, to change, toileting, etc. and come out. At last we would visit the city of Guanajuato. The first stop was the Corn Exchange Granaditas, scene of the early movement (a super killing). Then, in one of the hills flanking the capital is the huge monument to Pípila, whose viewpoint we could see the whole city. Later, after a little swim and enjoy the hotel, went to dinner. The pozole, place and the conversation were most enjoyable, but what captivated us all was the amount of local beauties walking calmly through the plaza. Later in the hotel, we spent a long night of chaos and bullshit, excited by the great freedom we had.

The next day, after spending hours in the pool, visited Dolores Hidalgo, the cradle of independence. Visit the parish of Our Lady of Sorrows, where the priest Miguel Hidalgo gave the historic cry was most exciting. Then we moved to Hill House Museum and a former prison that also serves as a museum today. We ate at a colorful restaurant (the food was delicious, especially my legal beer with Clamato) and then bought the place extremely rare snow delicious flavors. That night, back in Guanajuato, we went to the traditional alley, a path that starts at the beautiful Teatro Juarez and goes through the narrow and winding alleys of the city to the Alley of the kiss, the scene of a popular legend. At the end of the tour went to a bar, where I got bored enough, but I took a couple of drinks flirtatious. While everyone danced went for a walk and got good photos of the night Church, theater and tunnels in the city. Back to the hotel at dawn, exhausted and half farts.

The next morning, we took our last hours of hotel swimming. After we visited the famous mummies of Guanajuato, Hidalgo Market, where I bought two typical (and delicious) Royos guava. We finished dead tired and on the way to the next destination fell most surrendered. San Miguel de Allende, our last stop is a place where my mother keeps a lot of love, so my expectations were high. Personally I thought a bit overpriced (and prices, by God!). Of course, the Casa Allende and its museum is beautiful and highly recommended. Needless to say, of the Parish of San Miguel Archangel, stunning Gothic style. Before embarking on the back we ate at a small restaurant where we had a great time.

return was terribly long and cumbersome. We stopped for no reason federal, my stomach turned to give me problems and stopped at a mini-market to buy chatter before arriving at eleven o'clock at night school, where I was greeted by my mom. Despite the setbacks I had a great time and really changed my perspective on the history of Independence. They shook relationships with my fellow travelers and especially me very good taste and desire to travel again soon. I hope you enjoy

of this chronic and sorry for the delay. We are reading.

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First of all I apologize to you for having absented himself so much. As you may have noticed this is the hundredth entry of my blog. I had many ideas about what they write and I was thinking a long time, but I was afraid to begin. So I went and I joined for delaying entry, which further increased my anxiety about it.

write this because I can not anymore. I need to tell what happened in this month. I hope you know how much I care about the blog reading despite the disappointment that was for me this particular entry. This month I spent away allowed me to analyze my evolution as a person, living very interesting things, to relive a little of my past and plan for my future entries.

Since I fell in love with the Internet have used some names like Gatitez (my email), Diva Nicotina (as I know in the wave rockabilly) and Daisy Pg. The latter is the one I use most, and that is all mine (googleenlo and all results are on me.) I made up that nickname when I started doing street art to sign my work and they could find on the Internet for people who liked my stickers.

The first blog I fell in love (and indeed still love you more) was the Carolina Aguirre "Bestiary" . I was fascinated not only by his talent, the impeccable way in which spins its ideas and themes, but by the format. The idea of \u200b\u200bbeing able to express thoughts, theories, and hallucinations as freely and publicly, that massive literary approach, I found it quite irresistible and I decided to make my own blog. I tried three different services. At the end won blogger.

"PGDAISY" was the original name of this blog. The first entries were eliminated, my wedding plans with my then boyfriend, a bawdy critical to Emo, a collection of pirate-inspired outfits that had armed and an article about brotherly love that had my ex and her best friend. Looking back I regret if any deleted, but eventually could not stand to read even the name of my ex and me the other entries were very frivolous.

two years I've been writing here and I have yet desire to keep throwing up ideas and putting together a collage of my anecdotes. Not only has it been a therapy, but a way of documenting my life. I'm impressed actually have readers in Romania, Italy, Germany, Spain, Central and South America in addition to visiting Mexico. I am excited about my 25-45 daily visitors despite arriving by search absurd. I write mostly for me and my close friends, but the fact that you use the time to read this motivates me to write interesting posts, and I take my time to post things that are worth to be defended.

Dr. Jekyll is a window into my life and read the back part of it. No longer are simple people for me are my readers and I am very grateful you're here, whether you find some use or meaning, as if it seems frivolous but entertaining or identify with me.

I send these words, readers. Without you, I might have stopped writing my blog for some time. They are my second great motivation. Stay tuned for the next posts they were incubating in my head and they are ready to go and nest in yours.

We are reading. Currently PD

Carolina Aguirre has published two books, including his blog Bestiaria. Guess what my future goal?

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