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28.7.08

Yesterday I returned from my short trip to Mejillones, was short but I enjoyed it too much. I love to go to Mejillones, is so quiet, isn't very pretty but is very relaxed being there. I love going to the pier, from there you can see the precious sea lions that gather there, I love them because they are soo friendly :) I would bring one as a pet ^^.
There I spet a very good time, I love the sea, its sound .. is just the best on the world.
Although the trip wasn't very comfortable (the seats of the bus wasn't very soft u.u). Worth it, seriously. We went with a person not very pleasant (my dad's girlfriend). The truth: I like her, but my sister hates her. She also doesn't like us much, but for some strange reason I don't hate her.
The only thing wrong with the trip was the food, God IT WAS AWFUL! : Besides that my stomach was pretty sick (it's still sick u.u). The first day they prepared something that seemed glue, it was really disgusting. I tried and gave me a little disgust, only ate an apple. The second day I don't remember what I ate .. I remember at night I ate a synthetic mashed potatoes with a mixture of some scrambled eggs, meat and fried onions. And the last day we ate some noodles with a bistec ><.
The return trip was as uncomfortable as the first, besides that my stomach was a little funny.

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Mientras mi guitarra dulcemente llora.

I look at you all, see the love there that's sleeping; While my guitar gently weeps; I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping; Still my guitar gently weeps; I don't know why nobody told you how to unfold your love; I don't know how someone controlled you; They bought and sold you.
I look at the world and I notice it's turning; While my guitar gently weeps; With every mistake we must surely be learning; Still my guitar gently weeps; I don't know how you were diverted; You were perverted too; I don't know how you were inverted; No one alerted you.
I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping; While my guitar gently weeps; Look at you all...Still my guitar gently weeps.

Blanca Reina.

So sad her eyes smiling dark eyes; So sad her eyes as it began; On such a breathless night as this; Upon my brow the lightest kiss; I walked alone. And all around the air did sway; My lady soon will stir this way; In sorrow known.
The white queen walks; And the night grows pale; Stars of lovingness in her hair; Heeding unheard pleading one word.
So sad my eyes she cannot see; How did thee fare, what have thee seen; The mother of the willow green; I call her name.
And 'neath her window have I stayed; I loved the footsteps that she made; And when she came.
White queen, how my heart did ache; And dry my lips, no word would make; So still I wait.
My goddess hear my darkest fear; I speak too late; It's for evermore that I wait; Dear friend goodbye; No tears in my eyes; So sad it ends as it began.