photo: CG All I wanted to say about Micky and Micky could not because I left (*)
One does not call every day to present at conference, I go to too conventional term to describe what we could live in space Bop on Thursday, 10 March-Micky, aka Miguel Angel Carreño Schmelter. One idea, the server presenting the legendary "Man of Goma" - crazy enough to seduce me completely and hopelessly (**) . And is that one is a rubber man frustrated. Since, as a boy, took me to see "Megaton Ye-Ye." Since then I want to be the Man of Goma in place of the Man of Goma.
One, then, humbly fell in love with anything in skirts and languid eyes that my children's parade by pupils on the big screen. The list of my girlfriends film is long and, viewed in the eyes of today, rather puzzling. Until it reached "Megaton Ye-Ye" year of grace 1965. That changed a thing. Then I got older.
To my surprise, I learned that I did not care that Mochi-the "proto" - ended up winning the girl, Micky-nor its counterpart, not to eat a donut. Bueno, María José Goyanes was not my type (sorry, María José) and Micky was definitely more fun. Beside him was a stunned Mochi with a bad taste in music. I wanted to be Micky, period.
Vi "Megaton Ye-ye" a million times, roughly, my "movie" favorite until it was "Boys in the girls" ("Children of Preu" was a bit sappy for my taste). And there I was with pals in the streets of Arguelles, my neighborhood, singing "I'm over", "No longer are you", "Sha-la" ... "! Go girls!". And girls, of course, did not come.
The thing that I was a brat subject to the limitations of my condition, curse, rather, of "little brother." The last to sit at the table and the first to be expelled from all the parties by my older sisters who organized as things got interesting. In retaliation, the gang of us rode our own MEGAPARTY with the few 45 rpm records. shelf that surreptitiously subtracted correspondingly varied repertoire that included the Beatles, Raphael, Tom Jones and Adamo, and rarer still that we were bringing girls to the deceived, a close, but we had to choose. "Aguantoformo." Not to mention his very poor taste, the girls, that neither my athletic exhibitions "Rubber Man" touched in the least. On one of these orgies, I ended up doing somersaults uploaded to the back of an armchair until the cabinet gave giving me the opportunity to test the fragility of my bones that definitely were not rubber. But not even found myself lying in the clinic where I was treated for multiple fractures and broken teeth a couple of my mind wavered, Micky My loyalty was beyond a small accident at home, though my reputation as a man of Goma was finished as myself: on the floor.
Over time, some remain of the nearly seventy rubber plugs, others have ended in jazz critic who was going to tell us. I am content to feed a sickly feeling of frustration and envy when I see the singer-contortionist Vespa hit the stage in a Madrid-time pre-Gallardón and hairy, as is the one used by Carrillo to enter the country surreptitiously ( in http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1_c_OtgN3og ). It's worth taking a look at the comments he has posted the staff, half of them in English, people surprised that there was Rock & Roll with Franco. Know them.
In the virtual space of the World Wide Web, Micky - "our" Micky "competing for the top spot on Google with the" other "Micky shrill voice and ears like satellite dishes, the Mickey cartoon, with advantage for the former. Between us: no color.
One, then, humbly fell in love with anything in skirts and languid eyes that my children's parade by pupils on the big screen. The list of my girlfriends film is long and, viewed in the eyes of today, rather puzzling. Until it reached "Megaton Ye-Ye" year of grace 1965. That changed a thing. Then I got older.
To my surprise, I learned that I did not care that Mochi-the "proto" - ended up winning the girl, Micky-nor its counterpart, not to eat a donut. Bueno, María José Goyanes was not my type (sorry, María José) and Micky was definitely more fun. Beside him was a stunned Mochi with a bad taste in music. I wanted to be Micky, period.
Vi "Megaton Ye-ye" a million times, roughly, my "movie" favorite until it was "Boys in the girls" ("Children of Preu" was a bit sappy for my taste). And there I was with pals in the streets of Arguelles, my neighborhood, singing "I'm over", "No longer are you", "Sha-la" ... "! Go girls!". And girls, of course, did not come.
The thing that I was a brat subject to the limitations of my condition, curse, rather, of "little brother." The last to sit at the table and the first to be expelled from all the parties by my older sisters who organized as things got interesting. In retaliation, the gang of us rode our own MEGAPARTY with the few 45 rpm records. shelf that surreptitiously subtracted correspondingly varied repertoire that included the Beatles, Raphael, Tom Jones and Adamo, and rarer still that we were bringing girls to the deceived, a close, but we had to choose. "Aguantoformo." Not to mention his very poor taste, the girls, that neither my athletic exhibitions "Rubber Man" touched in the least. On one of these orgies, I ended up doing somersaults uploaded to the back of an armchair until the cabinet gave giving me the opportunity to test the fragility of my bones that definitely were not rubber. But not even found myself lying in the clinic where I was treated for multiple fractures and broken teeth a couple of my mind wavered, Micky My loyalty was beyond a small accident at home, though my reputation as a man of Goma was finished as myself: on the floor.
Over time, some remain of the nearly seventy rubber plugs, others have ended in jazz critic who was going to tell us. I am content to feed a sickly feeling of frustration and envy when I see the singer-contortionist Vespa hit the stage in a Madrid-time pre-Gallardón and hairy, as is the one used by Carrillo to enter the country surreptitiously ( in http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1_c_OtgN3og ). It's worth taking a look at the comments he has posted the staff, half of them in English, people surprised that there was Rock & Roll with Franco. Know them.
In the virtual space of the World Wide Web, Micky - "our" Micky "competing for the top spot on Google with the" other "Micky shrill voice and ears like satellite dishes, the Mickey cartoon, with advantage for the former. Between us: no color.
I get scared of taxis,
'm afraid of old ladies like me
Martian
I like walking ...
("Megaton Ye-ye")
(*) But you know what you risk when you are invited to submit to someone like Micky
(**) Thanks are due to Lorenzo Alonso, "factotum" of the room, for the invitation.
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