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    Flickring

    Rowing on Trondheim’s main canal.
Photo by Peter Visontay (via earth photography)

    Rowing on Trondheim’s main canal.

    Photo by Peter Visontay (via earth photography)

    Kukenan Tepui, Gran Sabana, Venezuela.

    Kukenan Tepui, Gran Sabana, Venezuela.

    View from Roraima Tepuy, Venezuela.

    geeuh:

    The THIRD trailer for Rob Marshall’s Nine finally has me sorta excited about it. The first two made didn’t do it for me.

    Be Italian!

    galaxyan:

r0n-cito:

ieatblondies:

betancourtdey:

1ero de diciembre.
    idiosyncrasies:

My mum died suddenly on September 4th, 2006.
After she died, I realized how much she’d been shielding me from my father’s mental state.
He doesn’t have alzheimers, but he has no short-term memory, and is often lost.
I took him to the funeral, but when we got home, he kept asking me where my mother was.  I had to explain over and aover again that she had died.
This was shocking news to him.
Why had no-one told him?Why hadn’t I taken him to the funeral?Why hadn’t he visited her in the hospital?
He had no memory of these events.
After a while, I realized that I couldn’t keep telling him that his wife had died.  He didn’t remember, and it was killing both of us, to constantly relive her death.
I decided to tell him she’d gone to Paris, to take care of her brother, who was sick.
And that’s where she is now.
This is a journal.
An ongoing record of my father, and of our relationship.
For whatever days we have left together.
www.dayswithmyfather.com 

How beautiful this blog is… Is maybe one of the most moving and emotional i have read ever.!!!!

    idiosyncrasies:

    My mum died suddenly on September 4th, 2006.
    After she died, I realized how much she’d been shielding me from my father’s mental state.
    He doesn’t have alzheimers, but he has no short-term memory, and is often lost.
    I took him to the funeral, but when we got home, he kept asking me where my mother was.  I had to explain over and aover again that she had died.
    This was shocking news to him.
    Why had no-one told him?
    Why hadn’t I taken him to the funeral?
    Why hadn’t he visited her in the hospital?
    He had no memory of these events.
    After a while, I realized that I couldn’t keep telling him that his wife had died.  He didn’t remember, and it was killing both of us, to constantly relive her death.
    I decided to tell him she’d gone to Paris, to take care of her brother, who was sick.
    And that’s where she is now.
    This is a journal.
    An ongoing record of my father, and of our relationship.
    For whatever days we have left together.

    www.dayswithmyfather.com

    How beautiful this blog is… Is maybe one of the most moving and emotional i have read ever.!!!!

    galaxyan:

Jajajaja buena esta!!!

Great!

    galaxyan:

    Jajajaja buena esta!!!

    Great!

    Today I am making “Pan de Jamon”, it is very traditional for christmas in Venezuela, Its my first time doing it so it should look like the ones above, so later we will see the result…

    Hoy estoy haciendo pan de jamon por primera vez, es tipico de venezuela en navidad y cuando este listo deberia quedar como los de las fotos, asi que ya veremos mas tarde el resultado.

    Currently watching / listening

    Madonna Confessions Tour

    currently watching / listening…
I really like these girls…

    currently watching / listening…

    I really like these girls…

    Las Playitas, Fuerteventura, Islas Canarias

    Corralejo, Fuerteventura, Islas Canarias, espania

    Corralejo, Fuerteventura, Islas Canarias, espania

    Playa la Barca, Fuerteventura, Islas canarias

    Playa la Barca, Fuerteventura, Islas canarias

    Can not wait….

    Can not wait….

    Julian and Me

    Julian and Me

    Julian and Me

    Julian and Me

    travelling together some years ago in Germany so

    Herzlichen Glückwunsch zum Geburtstag