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Summers tend to look similar to each other. It's hot, people go on vacation, they take ice cream can enjoy the terraces and young people fall in love. In addition, newspapers and thin as Marta Sánchez Maribel Verdú through the years, the TV is dedicated to repeated radio programs and in the voices unsafe and trips for the fellows. There are parties in the villages, the air smells Aftersun and take buses and subways (even) more. The theaters is very poor, even poorer film, and the concert is already such as to lie to mourn.

Couples with children are divided Rodriguez situation fortnightly to take the opportunity to remember what life was like when they were a single individual with no little creatures clinging to their calves as ticks, and the citizens neglect their styles to frightening levels.

announce unpopular governments taking advantage of nobody knows, teams star chips to the insecurity of not knowing whether they will be a hit or a bluff, and "Hello" is filled with parties, yachts, bronzed bodies in bikinis and weddings and Pitita Fefas several pages for black and white end and feeling Isabeles or Genevieve for a moment.


Only one thing seemed to have changed in recent years: the missing gaps were less cars on the sidewalks, the people had also fled down on chairs of the terraces or in the seats of public transport, and signs saying "Closed for the Holidays" seemed a relic of my childhood summer memories of youth.

But this year the signs have increased again, as the holes in the cars and August is the month again desert in Madrid. Internet sales have closed, libraries have changed their summer schedule, and instead of expanding in the afternoon, has been cut, and deletes the opening on Saturday morning. Until the RAE has put closure to his section of consultations in August. I wonder what the beleaguered journalist will have to submit an article this month without the help of an institution empelo that "cleans, fixes and gives splendor" to clarify possible doubts.

also some museum visitors, users of some sports and some summer ill go to find the little sign. But who cares. Everyone is happy because it is summer, because they are in love, like lemon ice cream, can park, the cinema is nice and cool but the movie is bad and can look at the necklines of the girls without them put a face because they feel insecure about the perfect neck. And that hurts because they have to work, keep your skin white and who have also gained weight, you get screwed. Either that or let off steam in his blog.

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goes without saying that I'm not a smart person. Never in my terms, not in my way of relating and, of course, clothing. I lack taste, coordination, and many sizes less (which reminds me that I recovered last week to mourn the usual wonderful in the dressing) to get to be on the lists of the "Cuore", because some time I stopped to suck the "Hello", which only bring ladies are boring slump.

But be smart does not mean that one can not recognize the elegance, and I recognized twice last week. One Thursday. Its owner was a man of 81 years, stooped, white-haired and dressed in blue jeans, white blazer and sports. It is likely that most of the people that did not look elegant, but the old man was dressed like a dandy wearing a suit, and has spent decades demonstrating his elegant compositions, however, are not aimed at the elite who can afford luxury. That old man (with better looking than "Saza", yes) is called Burt Bacharach, and mass is a musician, but the mass does not know him and he was glad to go anywhere without having to sign autographs.


since I bought the entry (back May) I was excited because it came on the show, and has been a lot of people that I've told it would. Most have asked me who was this guy Burt Bacharach, and I always said: "A composer who you know." And then said: "It's the ..." and threw me humming "Raindrops keep falling on my head ... na, na, na, na ... and also that of:" The moment I wake up, befor I put on my make -up, I say a little pray for you ... "and continued with" I Just Do not Know What to do with myself. " By then, everyone knew who he was.



were also later found out that his gems like these:





And I fell in love with some lesser-known:

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I knew the best was yet to come, and it was. Over nearly two hours enjoying a fun and generous man who warned that everything we were going to hear there had been composed by "the pianist", but also reminded his usual lyricist, Hal David, aware of its power as a musician and their limitations as an elder, exquisite in the treatment of their peers, their songs, to the public. A man as before. Sure walks around his mansion with a silk dressing gown and a scarf around his neck. As Hugh Hefner, but no bunnies, playing the piano and thinking about what his next hit. I hope to do many more, and return to Madrid to return to mourn me.

to mourn Many think that a lady is not elegant, but there are ways and forms. Bacharach did his songs, and creators of "Up" with a round in history that breathes love everywhere. Not only in his argument, but in every drawing, every song is perfectly mated to the story counts and the time it shows. To me, that I stumbled from job to job, and I see the reluctance and procrastination, Monday through Friday, I wonder to see the perfection and love that are the work of Pixar, from the initial short titles credit.



And me, I'm stumbling through life, failing at every turn every project that I set out, leaving behind all the opportunities to change their lives, the film moved me, amazed me and gave me hope that may still be time to throw me into the adventure.

Who knows, maybe when I get old I become a fine lady and elegant. Then, well dressed and perfectly combed gray hair, hurry up a drink of gin (in homage to the Queen Mother) while listening to the melodies of Mr. Bacharach and I watch the white sport. Elegant, yes, but comfortable and ready for adventure.

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Today I decided to take the metro to Sol to see the new season and Community Development works have had for three years, longer than a sentence. There are still things to finish, and there are parts of the exterior that makes me a little Martian, but hopefully soon be able to walk normally around the Puerta del Sol came

reading one book of Luis Bassat, which will be CEO (Chief Executive Officer) in the program where I work. It's called "The Apprentice" ("The Apprentice" in English), and the truth, is an interesting project and fun in equal parts, but starting to feel a tension quite important and very, very dizzy. It is a format that first premiered in the U.S., with Donald Trump's head honcho, but which has reached its glory has been in England. Each chapter is to remove his hat, and the CEO, Sir Alan Sugar, is shown with contestant (and aspiring to a puestazo in your company) as a strict judge every week. I decided to put a video of your funniest moments, the others are awesome (and longer)



Well, the fact is that the advice had been soaking Mr Bassat (by the way, is very comforting to read a book on how to advertise without further need for the ability to read and have a little common sense, so I think I make good publicity for the book) about how to sell a product when I lifted the head to get to the station church. I have seen how a very old man approached very slowly to enter the car. I looked around and saw that there were sites. I closed the book and I was prepared to yield it, as he saw come with difficulty, looking down to check that gave safe passage.

I have addressed to him and to touch her in the arm as he said, "Sit down, please" has reared its head. This old man, fragile, and hard-entered in the metro has, according to IMDB, more than 100 films. Berlanga has worked with José María Forqué, Mario Camus, with Fernando Trueba, José Luis Cuerda ... That man was Saza.



The man who always appeared in his films very stretched, is now an old man nearly 83 years that I found weak and tired, but not enough to accept the place he left, although he has insisted. Firm has endured four stops, until someone has left a seat and then yes, it has been granted.

I think nobody in the car recognized him, although I prefer to think that maybe others have done like me, I spent several minutes thinking about what you might say to thank and praise some of the great moments he has given us with his air of Mr straight, straight, and the English style of man always pissed. And still today, proud. In the end, I passed by, I think to not bother him. Clearly I need to read more to Bassat, to get expressed well what I mean.

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Again, Movistar becomes the protagonist of one of my posts. Go ahead feel unable to offer enjoyable reading or situation, but the body is asking me to lay the bile, and that's what I'm doing. This is a copy of the text I intend to send the entire chart of Telefónica, to the newspapers (though unfortunately I doubt they want to publish it) and everyone that I pass over his head.

is the only nonviolent way I can think of to vent for 40 minutes (and at other times) I've had to suffer so I would not solve anything, to be told that they will charge me for something and asked not to bear some responsibility for which is not mine. By the time I have stolen from dinner, watch "House", go to bed to sweat this catarrazo, playing with my cat.

There goes my spit verbal slap my writing, my bad host concentrated in a letter.

Attn D. César Alierta, executive chairman of Telefónica.

Mr. Alierta, I am writing to you as the main person responsible for the company to tell him that, surely, you do not know is that in business, specifically in Movistar, laugh customer that your company cheat customer that Movistar (one of the companies forming the group) is not given to customers the correct information and that your company plays with time and the lives of their customers.

I tell it because I'm sure that you, as head of this company is not allowed even for a moment that your company gave this reprehensible, appalling, disastrous and humiliating service to those who hold this corporation payments for their (not always good) services.

bet my life you know that Movistar offers customers services they do not ask, and that although the free offers, then the bill. I'm sure he knows that in order to make management, sometimes you have to spend up to 1 HOUR! On the phone, and not always calling to mobile Free. I have the absolute conviction that no one has told him that his employer when calling for a complaint form, delivered copies of an invoice dirty, and many other things that make that what seems simple in principle, able to communicate , become a complicated, unpleasant and fraught with problems.

I think we, we do a favor to you, what might be the good name of your company, and I hope to millions of customers who do not have the time or accumulated enough anger to send this letter I assure you a tone much kinder than the passive behavior and its employees have shown me they deserve.

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