Actress
insite to take theater classes, which could be a good actress, I would to uninhibited, and blablabla.
To everyone, I have two little things to say:
1 - ALL act well when it comes to fuck telephone or otherwise, do not exaggerate.
2 - My mom had the brilliant idea before you and sent me to the theater at age 8. I went to one class and horrible and ridiculous things that happened to me masomenos succeeded in this order: "Not well
class began, we sat in a circle and we had to introduce ourselves. When I said my name, my friends (who already knew) said "Oops! Another Guadalupe! But this is trout. They are really the Guadalupe and Guadalupe trout. "Really good wave.
-For X reason, everyone started to tell stories of their holidays. When I decided to talk and wanted to tell that summer I had seen many dead fish on beaches San Clamente, the teacher said "Shhhhh!".
"I had the following dialogue with a girl:
Me: Want to be my friend?
Nena: No.
-class exercise was to form groups , each assigned a song and had to represent it in some way. In my group we played a romantic Chiquititas.
representation that it was girl with multicolored wig, located at one end of the room, stretching his hands as desperate to catch a baby hat in the other end, that did the same facial expression with your hands.
My role was to make depressing dancer at heart, and I was not so bad, until some turra pushed me forward and kept dancing forward and back to the audience.
the end, the teacher made a correction of the activity. He asked all the kids: "What was the fundamental error of this group?". All responded to the cries and says: "GAVE BACK TO THE PUBLIC! JUAJUAJUAJIJIAJJOAJOAJOAJJJEJEJEJ!"
Those who know me, when they see me ask me to dance like in that class and to understand what a "dancer depressing."
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
How Long Should I Break In L7
False
how hard it is reborn from the ashes!
sad
finding chords that accompany the song wound
a cloudy day, cloudy
the ashes of yesterday, yesterday
happy and sad today
and tomorrow do not you know?
Harpies fly through my head, the heart consume carrion
,
This brief sonnet
muse of my mind And your bolero
here
False return live foolish
business to suffer And I dedicate to you vile woman
These verses
'm Tonto!
For you, nymph
compose a sonnet without rhyme or be something completely
my heart oxide a sketch
words shy and compassion
But it's not a secret
hate you for no reason
Author: David Alexander
How cold is it? how hard it is reborn from the ashes!
sad
finding chords that accompany the song wound
a cloudy day, cloudy
the ashes of yesterday, yesterday
happy and sad today
and tomorrow do not you know?
Harpies fly through my head, the heart consume carrion
,
This brief sonnet
muse of my mind And your bolero
here
False return live foolish
business to suffer And I dedicate to you vile woman
These verses
'm Tonto!
For you, nymph
compose a sonnet without rhyme or be something completely
my heart oxide a sketch
words shy and compassion
But it's not a secret
hate you for no reason
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Bolero Dark City
(my K, Doll of my life, my sad muse of inspiration)
Author: David Alexander
How sad awakening in this city!
With its endless streets, empty buildings
,
so sad to wake up in this city!
surrounded by walls painted
of passion that was life
A passion written with your name written
life with your passion,
Today I walk through the streets of this city,
abandoned, arid,
asleep in the slumber of then
no light, I see the sun, the moon
or see accompanying our dreams Dreams
sidewalks and bedrooms accompanied with your name,
in this city!
City life was once!
With its streets full of you,
once!
This city has no life,
her dreams have gone
....¿ Where? echo question lost!
In a city so cold
no answers!
It's late,
told me silence! Tomorrow will be another dawn
,
this city inhabited by your memory,
by the aroma of your shadow in the streets
uninhabitable by pain and pain
of cowardice in my town know that there will be no company
That the sad loneliness of my sad melancholy
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