How Bright Is 40 Lumens

And to think that the Romans were content with a devouring lions do not know who. What a bore and what idiocy.

1. The epic, etc. . Today I find that word in the newspaper, Epic. In football it comes to epic when you can not hablar de otra cosa. Como esa novia del amigo que, a falta de otros atractivos, describen como simpática.

2. Me he levantado más o menos tarde. Lo tarde que se puede permitir uno a esta edad. Puede que hacerse mayor sea levantarse tarde cada vez más temprano. El día es precioso. Cielo azul, aunque con alguna nube olvidada, en jirones. Debe ser porque llueve bastante y se limpia el aire de imprecisiones, de borroncillos, pero en Santiago cuando sale el sol parece que por arte de magia se nos ha curado la miopía. Todo parece limpísimo. Ni hace falta lavarse las manos.

Después elijo mal la cafetería. Entro despistado. Un hombre bajito y Bald scrub the floor. Before I turn around and gives me good morning. Has voice going to give me their first communion. I ground the coffee front. It tastes like burning. Smells like bleach. I read the article by David Gistau. All right.

3. What balsamic would write things like, The King's Cup (best King, worse) has been hit by bus from Real Madrid. Football has been hit by the bus of Real Madrid. Football also capitalized. I always doubt very much the case. One relies on metaphors and others rely on statistics or your pastor. But I do not see. Nor should it be very resourceful or have great imagination to get there. That driver tell his grandchildren one day hit the Copa del Rey. And what better than the poor Sergio Ramos to throw. How wise destination. That man, that front spiker, the port with rag doll eyes, which seems to deal in the field with a betrayal that has lasted centuries. If Barca had won the cup and he fell to Pique the party would be over and the victims would face shocked to write your articles patriotic. The fox metaphor always at our service.

4. saw yesterday's match at home. She lives as if watching a movie terror. By his side I look like a grumpy couch. I spend half the game is saying that Sergio Busquets and Pedro is Pedro. Where there is no confusion with The Murderer . In the absence of anything else we let outrage by The Murderer , so called again and again for me to conjure with witchcraft repeated his insult and sticky black shadow on Messi. Just after the match she smiles with resignation and I turn off the television. He says he prefers golf, which is quieter. Finally, football. Football is the children and I stay with children. It seems that football allows us to lose without having to worry. I brush my teeth. The phone rings. I do not think listen, of course. I will not get drunk tonight. Someone throws rockets somewhere.

5. A famous phrase from Ronaldo to comfort, "We lost because we did not win ." And ever so true.

6. Camus wrote: " parties Sunday in a crowded stadium and theater, places that I loved with a passion like no other, are the only places in the world in which I am innocent" .