El flicker de mi amigo Pablo Rada. Bonito no, lo siguiente.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/rotorpylon/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/rotorpylon/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/rotorpylon/
El flicker de mi amigo Pablo Rada. Bonito no, lo siguiente.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/rotorpylon/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/rotorpylon/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/rotorpylon/

“The problem I have with the note is not that he was having a party and didn’t invite me, it was that he selected a vibrant background of balloons, effectively stating that his party was going to be vibrant and possibly have balloons and that I couldn’t come.
If I was writing a note to my neighbours saying that I was going to have a party but none of them could come, I would not add photos of ecstasy tablets, beer and gratuitous shots of Lucius going down on men to show them what they are missing out on, I would make it clean and simple, possibly even sombre, so they didn’t think ‘you prick’.”
http://www.27bslash6.com/matthewsparty.html
http://www.27bslash6.com/matthewsparty.html
http://www.27bslash6.com/matthewsparty.html
Opensource. Testing on a USB stick. Looks promising.
http://www.trgtd.com.au/
http://www.trgtd.com.au/
http://www.trgtd.com.au/

[…] Yet most people who live in glass-walled homes insist they wouldn’t trade their views. Standing in his Manhattan living room overlooking the Hudson, Raj Mahajan says, “It brings a little bit of nonconcrete serenity to my New York existence.” But Mr. Mahajan, a 35-year-old financial-software executive, advises sleepover guests in the summertime to lower their shades before they go to bed. “If they don’t, they get scorched in the morning.”
http://online.wsj.com/article/SB121997078093581911.html
http://online.wsj.com/article/SB121997078093581911.html
http://online.wsj.com/article/SB121997078093581911.html
It might be too much glass.
Legendary food. Great great night.
http://www.restauranteviridiana.com/
http://www.restauranteviridiana.com/
http://www.restauranteviridiana.com/
“El encanto específico del chocolate procede del choque entre lo amargo que disuade y la suavidad que seduce. Juego erótico al que las naturalezas más rígidas acaban prestándose algún día.”