I am having to give reason to Txolarte, but it seems that at a certain age, death count starts to become inevitable. In a few days no longer exist Aranguren, Egillor and Liz Taylor.
The first part of my dearest Athletic, who won the Cup the year 69 and finished second in the league 69-70 in the hand of Ronnie Allen. He had a shop in Portugalete and was the first autograph I asked in my life.
The second was a wonderful drawings in the mail, in full sixties. He advanced millions of light years in terms Semanita Go laugh at our myths and create a totally personal psychedelic style with characters like Mario Aguirre "and the love of the shaft. When my father came home from gigs and threw the newspaper on the table, the first thing I did was look at those drawings. I never understood quite what they meant, but something they told me there was the future. Years later I was fortunate to know and be able to say in person.
Liz Taylor was one of the first women who remember having seen eerily beautiful. It was a photo in the foreground, published on the cover of the week, just as it had just grandma. The effects of that excited look on my body were far more powerful than any pornography later.
I guess now that would touch all that nonsense we usually add, "a toast on the go" or something
style. Today I want. Provides better for you, it's there, you've had the patience to get to the last lines of a somber post lost in a blog. Whoever you are going for you.