Darkness ...... Auras .... I have inside, or hanging over me, or something like Dexter said in his series. Well today I saw the last episodes of Season 4 (a little late but .... I am so, so follow) and I stayed with my mouth open, and so open that I am still hard (and it hurts a little the jaw).
For a time I threatened anyone tell me the end of that season (with death, torture, or to give you an Joselito CD), and by chance I learned that the character X died, far from giving me grief I was glad, because I felt a pain in chick. But today I was surprised the final, but very, very surprised I was, and even gave me a little sad (very little, because still seems "a pain in the ass.")
As you will see the arrival of October morning back to my sewing front of the TV or listening to the radio, and my lion (Comino) curled up nearby. Well, with this dark empathetic toward Dexter girls have left me all in black (as I love this NO-color).
..... The post title has nothing to do with the photo but when you download the camera I realized that the clips seemed to reflect one of these images of American series of bad cops, where the pimps waiting by at the doors of the hostels or alleys their girls to make the checkout, with a smile on their mouths ........ poor snaps. In short-lived and have felt a bond to be inhuman to pimp your needle and thread. 
And for those who have asked me by email .... I'm still alive, but fucked. I keep two weeks with back pain of death, and between prick (I hate needles, I get panic), medication, rest and heat I nerves. And on top of medication is destroying my back ........ hgfhsgfjsgfhjsgfjh stomach!. Now, sew, as very little (a little something when I feel comfortable, and forces: the revival of monstrutitos to the store). For that ..... to care. 
