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New Job.
New people.
New friends.
New Shoes. New
routines. New
obsessions. New
awakenings.
Reconciliations.
deprivation.
nerve.
old love. Meeting
myself.
For the first time I liked what I saw, what I am and how I am.

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HUMOR
Joy

FUN FACT I have wanted to talk to you.
Although it is impossible. I would like to share you

things that have gone unchanged.

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live in a town called Mexicali, located in the state of Baja California; a state where there is the eclectic culture, where for a ring side narcocorridos and other reggaeton takes over the main streets but if you turn a cholo fucks are trying to show off their Honda's Civic.

is a relatively small town, caught between hills in a hole, literally, days and days filled with sun, heat, sweat.

The winter is short but the spirit prevails throughout the spring.

Mexicali is ambiguous: the class division and segregation is everywhere, but as "company cachanilla" hide and pretend like we all hold hands together we will go to support the Soles of Mexicali, which are, until now, it less shameful when sports representation relates (the Eagles will not even talk, pure tragedy, pure Villamelon only going to see them to brutalize and butter arteries filled with sausages Buba, which are well good yes-).

Everything is from black to white, without intermediate points. People are determinants invasive contreras, grumpy, exaggerated.

self-described events as cultural rights are as rare as inaccessible. Go to an independent drama costs about 100-200 pesos. The concerts with famous artists coming soon and the cost is high, very high.

Each year there are the mentioned Fiestas del Sol, a local show that has good options in the Teatro del Pueblo-name that certainly makes me pathetic, "but they are not accessible to everyone.

However, there are free options is well worth visiting, such as film screenings on Monday and Wednesday at the CEART, presentations of books in the Literary Café, from street culture, events organized with Mama Chela or in the Gallery of Pueblo Nuevo, but everything has a catch: no diffusion, and that is where I return to the issue of monopolization of sectorization and agendas in our beloved city.

seems that nobody wants them to know each other. Organizing groups so jealously kept their meetings or presentations if they were secret, and therefore, come with eyes like this ¬ ¬ mamonsones those individuals who dare to disturb the order and the correct distribution of seats in any event that learned fluke.

be that's why I always hated the ball. I hate the feeling of belonging to a particular sector; feel great here because you are someone who published, in which respondents, those with a local TV program just seems to me perverse and poor. To be nobody because you're not going to Orange, the Blu, conferences do not have a blog, no Plus Social salts in the Chronicle or just because you like to keep a low profile is ridiculous.


my Mexicali Ah, so kind and so cruel at the same time. You have so many wonders so little appreciated but at the same time the mafia that dominates your sectors makes some gradually lose faith.

I'll take your hills with your stories, with your quaint alleyway at the Civic Center, with your parquesitos, your wells, Salada, the Rumo, remote beaches in San Felipe. I'm actually with you, no with that shit so much damage you do, not with the inhuman and cruel mentality, full of bullets and crap.
I stay with you, because you met nice people, good, kind, sincere, thou hast driven away the carcass, because every day you make me feel proud to be from you, even kill me with heat.

I'll take the good times that you've been through, which will always be there, somewhere.