I have really wanted to share with all who read my blog something strange happened to me last night. Yesterday I had the you can say one day, but in the evening I thought a while and go fix the gallery Carmen del Campo, having read on the Internet that were half past eight a kind of performance in which musicians were involved and a painter. Pes
as I say was not at my best, but finally came out. What happens is that I missed. When I get lost in Cordoba always found, but later, of course. The gallery was closed and had a poster that read that he had to confirm attendance. And there were a few fools in front of the entrance gate closed while Doña Carmen del Campo looked at us with fear if they threw the door open. So, I decided to go.
As I walk away from the gallery I hear the sound of high heels (at least some Manolos) ... I turn and was the Carmen being open the gate! So I went and, after the painter did a couple of pictures I realized that a fellow photo of the group stood by my side. Another inside, the whole shebang was prepared to purchase audiovisual see large screen what did the artist and musicians.
Then I was glad to have come out and meet with two companions to fix a little the day.
exposure was pinturitas corners of Cordoba. But I went down to the room down the hall, inspired by one of my companions told me he had a table down a bridge that had to do. I went down and there in front of me, I suddenly found myself Bridge Iron. If I read any of my remaining friends Zaragoza will know that I lived there for a good season and I was very happy.
I could see in the picture windows in my old house. It was wonderful and unexpected. I do not know if it is some kind of signal. I like to think so ...
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