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Never end, yet we ended

One day l @'re kissing and suddenly stop doing so. Asks, "What's wrong?" Reply: "Nothing." And you keep besandol @.
One night you're making love and your thoughts will be thousands of miles. You cool. You stop. Asks, "What's wrong?" Reply: "Nothing." That night you sleep.
magic was completed.

say those who know (and those who claim to know) that one is separated a year after they decided to do so. Today is a sunny Saturday 4 months ago. A couple of days walking through my head the idea to terminate MiPartedelAire . And I know that come the time was not going to cheer me up, I decided to do it now. Putting a deadline to non arrempentirme blog.

technology allows me to play and, as of today, know (just me) that started the countdown. To avoid losing custom crosses my head thousands of questions.

I be so sure you close it (as I am today) at 23:59 Dicembre 31, 2008?

If I repent? Erase the "Input scheduled" and nobody knows this attempt ?

How much more can I allow access?

What if I? If I blew a truck or a snake bit me / inhaled a deadly virus and this is my posting posthumously?

If the blog becomes super popular and start making money with it? Do you close the same?

If there is an attack on the World Wide Web and no one reads this? If this as a cry in the desert?

If there is more Blogger? If I hack it before?

finally implodes If Argentina?

If the Quia of baarri decided that the end of the world before?

What will the world in about four months? What will become of me? I feel so insignificant at this time. But far from becoming paranoid, looking to the stability of the system. Bet everything will follow more or less the same way. No change so drastic. I play everyday life.

What MiPartedelAire leave me much:

allowed me to meet interesting people. View

far superior to mine blogs and others who do not do no shade.

I force myself to having to think about many things.

I served to channel creativity to express myself, to protest, to dream, to see me.

I showed Voyeur and exhibitionist.

showed me from here to here. On the four sides. And everywhere.

different I left with many things to say and shut up.

do not know if I say "Adios" to whom I read or blog. A MI blog. To that I'll always remember. At that reflected my voice, my will and my dreams. Today I have other dreams and I channeled the other side.

Now I have the bag in his hand. Go through one last time. I can not keep my eyes fill with tears. Sigh. Sigh again. I turn and quietly say "Adios" to blog. A MI blog, MiPartedelAire.