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June July dressed up in April and has gone incognito, I neither have I heard.
Today is the longest night of the year, from today back to the days shortened, it is almost September, but before the holidays are which, as everyone knows is that period where you have time to do things that supposedly you really like, then you discover that things that you like are also very lazy ...
The best of the holidays is the first day, after a moment of tremendous panic and start thinking weird things you do not get much time to ask yourself the rest of the year, from the eighth day, when you started to enjoy, starting a harrowing countdown of days to go flying. Yo, this year no matter what I want always to excess free time and I have opted for programs:
first fifteen days to do nothing, or what I like or what not, nothing. I think buying a box of extra strong valerian (which some call Lexatin), a bottle-or two-Martini and a bottle-or two-of olives. My days off will consist of mobile, diving and fishing Lexatin olives in the Martini on the edge of a pool, look out the blog for if Luciana surprises me with small floating forests and beautiful hiperreproducidas or Martin writes the second part of his post on Bowden, leaving unanswered emails and look bad.
My nights ... a sweet unconsciousness.
The second part is an unpretentious three-week trip to India where you do not even want to think, it is assumed that the height is to sunset in Varanasi in the heat of the burning pyres of carcasses. Those who has gone and gotten back without becoming an asshole (or spiritual, you name it) tells me that when people do not have much money for fuel for a bit scorched the relative in question and leave it out there floating in the Ganges churrasco plan. Anyway ...

Then, after this mental regeneration frankly impressive, I moved back. Nothing major this time, with an Italian name a street a little north of where I am today. A terrace has been the cause. Just sounded like thunder, it begins to rain again, June does not feel like summer and turns to disguise April. I like this June is uncertain, contradictory and decided to spoil all the bonfires of San Juan. Indeed, Summer is my favorite time of year ...