Showing posts with label MULA DE CARGA. Show all posts
Showing posts with label MULA DE CARGA. Show all posts
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
La Casa de la Risa... o lo que es lo mismo... La Baking Division
A good habit i picked up far far away from here...

Sunday, January 16, 2011
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
cooking for nobody... (Post Atrasado)
*Ingredientes

*Opcion #1
-cama de berenjena
-filete de robalo
-pimientos...

*Opcion #2
-cama de berenjena
-filete de robalo
-pimientos
-cebolla morada
-salsa de soya

*Opcion #3
-frijoles con chorizo
-rajas con queso
-sopa de flor de clabaza
-flor de calabaza (para quesadillas)

*BOLSA DE TRABAJO
-se solicita persona activa para lavar trastes...

*Opcion #1
-cama de berenjena
-filete de robalo
-pimientos...

*Opcion #2
-cama de berenjena
-filete de robalo
-pimientos
-cebolla morada
-salsa de soya

*Opcion #3
-frijoles con chorizo
-rajas con queso
-sopa de flor de clabaza
-flor de calabaza (para quesadillas)

*BOLSA DE TRABAJO
-se solicita persona activa para lavar trastes...

Friday, May 02, 2008
SIN FUTURO... o lo que es lo mismo... EMPATE CON SABOR A DERROTA!!!
regresare-nortec
Originally uploaded by Acamonchi
Año 2000
Migra 0
Sin Futuro 1
Año 2002
Migra 0
Sin Futuro 1
Año 2004
Migra 0
Sin Futuro 1
Año 2006
1er Salto
Migra 1
Sin Futuro 0
Año 2006
2do Salto
Migra 0
Sin Futuro 1
Año 2008
Migra 0
Sin Futuro 0
Empate con sabor a derrota...
pero volvere...
asi igual como sentencia el COLOSIO de CACAMONCHI...

regresare-nortec
Originally uploaded by Acamonchi
Sunday, April 27, 2008
tres veces mojado... o lo que es lo mismo... la frontera y yo...
It hasn't really been three times this should be the fifth one
and to be honest it has always been weird to me...
if it's december it's so cold that it freezes my bones
and if it's summer i melt on the floor
if it's a car someone else drives it as we cross, all i do is sit tight and play it cool
and the fence has holes and the holes are to step on and then climb to the other side...
another constant is me being broke everytime i stay here longer that a day, i have never been here without counting the coins left in my pocket...
i've met the best people and i didn't even met them here but they from here...
whenever i eat here is mostly quesadillas, yoghurt, cookies, water and of course beer (ocasionally i get high)...
if it wasn' for your voice telling me it will be alright
i wouldn' even consider the posibility...
i wouldn' even consider the posibility...
i would just go on the way i used to...
but you say it with such conviction...
i can't help it
i feel so many times tied to what i am (is that supossed to be right)
lately this anoying rash bugs the hell out of my last tattoo (left elbow)
as i felt more confortable the border taxed me...
last november i payed the "newbie" fee
last year i noticed what it was like living here (mexico)
i finally realized how things work
this time i am back again i kind of know my way arround (i mean i wont get lost easily and i can find main avenues)...
i owe almost 100,000 time what i have (wich is none)
and as i think about it i don't think i should be crossing
because i've already been in there
caged
and i know in less than 48 hours
i will be moving frozen meat inside a fridge
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