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Hello!

Here we bring you the second contest, this time we will raffle the book "I know what you're thinking."

Everyone knows that I am not convinced, but I read very good reviews.

If you are a person who was interested in reading takes this opportunity to do so for free.

The competition to Like the other will be at International .

How to participate?

just have to be a follower of the blog . Make

fan page on facebook "Just Kristen " (which is the blog but could not rename it so that we had 100 fans) add me as a friend ( Itsy Pozuelo ) and put in YOU facebook profile:

"I am also participating in the draw simply organized Pozuelo Itsy Kristen"

When you put "Just Kirsten" and "Itsy Pozuelo" assure leaving the label (blue) because it's the way I have to check that is correct. (If they are both labeled not count)

When you verify that you are followers the blog (I will ask your URL in the state blog profile), will point out the names and put on the " Sortea2 " who shall choose the winner at random.

be appreciated if you have blog add the banner, but that I leave to your choice.

The contest ends on August 1.

A kiss to all and hope you enjoy it.

If we do not reach the 20 participants will be canceled the draw **

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Writers dance together - Chapter 4 Review

next day when I went to the academy felt every pore of my skin feeling anxious. The tiling as I could before entering the classroom door and see Leo dancing in the middle of the track. His clothes did not fit with their dancing but I could not tell him not doing well. He moved with grace and had that one I had months looking into my dancing.

Letizia "Good afternoon, would you come? - Angela caught my attention. His voice was worried and went quickly to her. I saw Leo at me at once.

- Is there something Angela?

"You better you feel. - I was offered the chair that was behind us. - Letizia, plans have been changes in the organization.

- What kind of changes?

"You know that this year had not yet left the classification rules for the tournament so they can not claim anything ...

-Angela, to the point. - I cut regardless. If there was something I wanted to know without more.

"They put other legislation. Apart from all that dance training have you got to do a dance partner.

- It can not be! Who will help me Angela? - I said to my companions. - Look at them dance well but not for a championship. I'm finished.

"I had thought of a person.

I followed her gaze and of course, there was Leo. Not for one thought it would do.

- No way!

- Why? Did something happen between you? - I looked surprised and realized that she knew nothing about the previous night.

"No, nothing has happened, quietly but very little time and difficult for us attuned. And find someone who can help me.

"Whatever Letizia. Remember that you have four months.

foot ball did not give the rest of the class, he kept thinking about the conversation with Angela and I felt very depressed at having to throw it all away. Regarding Leo tried to keep me away from him as possible but occasionally he approached me and told me one of his ear. When the teacher turned off the music that day I decided not to try to stay. Overall, if maybe I could not present ... I started collecting all my stuff with a lot of grief cuando Angela me volvió a llamar. Levanté la mirada y la vi parada esperándome, allí me dirigí.

-¿Me puedes ayudar a recoger un poco? – me preguntó.

Me extrañó pero asentí. Los primeros minutos recogimos en silencio hasta que ella habló:

-Letizia, ¿te puedo hacer una pregunta?

-Por supuesto Angela.

-¿Qué os traéis Leo y tú? – me preguntó directamente.

Me quedé muda, no sabía a qué venía la pregunta de Angela y tampoco sabía que decirle. It did not, she went on:

"No need to answer me, I have seen. Everyone can tell from your looks.

"No, I think you're wrong Angela.

"I know Leo, Letizia. - Cut me as if I had not spoken. - And do not recommend that you fall in love with him. You know? I think it's better to make no partner to dance.

All this caught my attention:

- Why? I find it curious that you still your aunt talk like him ...

-Letizia not get me wrong, I love him dearly and if you can reach it has a big heart. It is difficult to reach him.

- What do you mean?

"He lived a long, hard things they have done close on each side. I think anyone ever really get open.

Another silence filled the room. What is meant Angela? What would have happened to be? Of course at that time I did not mind but I was curious. Or so I thought ...

- What kind of things he has lived?

I looked like if he saw me first and I suddenly said:

"I've spoken too Letizia, I can not say anything else. - Picked up his bag and left saying goodbye first.

I sat on the floor thinking about what would have happened in his life to be so chulito.

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Advancement Project La Paloma Blanca

Today I will advance a review that is very special and I hope that each and every one of you, aside from buying the book and read it'll do it myself, share this link with your contacts. Why? Simply because there are books, writers, but especially people who deserve it, and this is one of those cases.

Book Details:

Title: Project

Author: GM Victor

Editorial: Alfavíctor & Writers, 2011

ISBN: 978-84-938911-0-7

Price: 15 €

Brief description written by: Msc. Art critic Elena Marquez.

For the protagonist of the story "Arthur", the meaning in the word " project "is the crystallization, not just a dream," migrate "but many dreams that have been opening roads overcoming obstacles, en esto que él ha llamado "Proyecto de Vida", donde la palabra tragedia,  ha significado el crecimiento como ser humano y la experimentación de muchas vivencias conjugadas con: la alegría de trabajar forjando un futuro mejor para él y su familia. Este proyecto de vida lo ha  motivado y sigue motivando a seguir adelante.

De su experiencia vivencial, de sus alegrías y tristezas, de sus sueños y fracasos, de sus días y noches, en fin de lo vivido como persona, amigo, hijo, padre y pareja, durante 45 meses en prisión custody, accused of a crime he did not commit, is born in him the need to tell the world your story, maybe it's very similar to many who are deprived of freedom and not just behind the bars of a prison.

is precisely in this cemetery walking dead, as he called the jail, where he was born this wonderful idea to "Project." Just as the caterpillar crawling then makes its chrysalis to become the most beautiful butterfly, which once recognized his wings upward flight towards the horizon and is in the enjoyment of the flight where he receives the immense joy and value of FREEDOM.

And even while in prison was always free, there is nothing like being free to fly.

Now we just enjoy the flight, enjoy the fresh air and the proximity of the sky, leaving behind their experience as an experience to cherish life, air, sun, love, joy ; and peace of mind that gives the satisfaction that teaching has made the experience.

This experience is what the book "The Project" and to quote Arthur "I do not know where I will take this literary journey, but where I ride, come as" The Project ", it just knows God and you will read this book that we present. Everything depends on the direction of flight of the butterfly, which now plans in heaven enjoying seeing the city with all its twists and turns. Just ask the pretty butterfly that take their joy and optimism to every garden where pose and flower gardens are those characters in a new story that if God lets us edit Alfavíctor & Editorial Writers.

Things that caught my attention: For though still I have the book (buy it earlier this month) I was fascinated by the cover, is lovely.

First lines:

Book Fair in Sant Jordi

Chapter I
27 DECEMBER 2006
- Alto, on the ground! The Civil Guard! You're under arrest! Do not move if you do not want to throw you a shot in the ass! Be still, if you were in your fucking country and you'd be dead!
One more day of uncertainty, I said my good friend Paul Uztariz, captain of the Venezuelan navy in his time when en la infantería de marina patrullaba la frontera colombo – venezolana: “la guerrilla colombiana no solo mata con las balas, nos mata también con los ataques psicológicos de incertidumbre, de no saber cuándo y a qué hora atacarán y, créeme, no hay nada peor que la incertidumbre para morir”.

Mi opinión:

Ahora es mi momento de explayarme, primero os comento que he leido solo 37 páginas de esas 200 que tiene el libro y por ello pongo which is a step forward in that when I have the book I'll read it and I will make the full book review.

Why do this development? As I have been horrified while shaded.

appalled by the injustice that was submitted Arturo, and amazed by the inner strength and their way of telling their story.

As you know I have easier to read and if a 500-page book I read in 3 hours, the 37 pages I have known nothing.

Arturo is a wonderful person inside the jail (again, unfairly) he meets some very special people, because in the book apart from its history, there are also talks talegueras to prove it.

is a book full of emotion, reality and wisdom above all that makes you raise many of the aspects of your life and think that everything bad that can happen, there is always a glimmer of light.

I also say that from today I am a fan of Captain Broni, I know that you will understand, so here's one more reason to buy this wonderful book.

I assure you it is said, that no publisher has asked me to make this advance review, nor I have any obligation to anyone to do it. I do it because I think it deserves to be heard, even letters that are embodied in these pages, this story has to reach everyone.

The author signing at Sant Jordi

Where to buy the book:

Look it up in your library trust or to receive it by mail (Spain) writes: ventas@alfavictorescritores.com ...

Coming soon: Venezuela, Colombia and Mexico, in the currency and postage of each country.

But if you want to receive it in the comfort of your home you can buy via online through:

http://www.internetlibros.com/ 700232/El-proyecto.html

Blog:

http://alfavictorescritores.blogspot.com

Pokemon Fire Red Leaf Green For Mac

There was once a beautiful young woman who waited anxiously for her husband to war again.

The years passed, their love growing and growing desperation to see him. One day sitting on the balcony of the house, a white dove landed on his knee.

- white dove Oh, you who can fly ... You do me a favor?

sounding Dove said that the girl thought it was a yes. She took off her red hair ribbon and wrote:

" Athanasius, I love you and I need you"

And then put the link to the white dove.

- Search loved me, and let him get my message, let them know you love him and I hope - said kissing a dove and flew it automatically.

every day She sat on the balcony waiting for the white dove again.

- How will you find a pigeon to your husband? You're crazy - Teofila said the family, as they called the girl, but she had faith in his white dove.

As the years passed without any change, the war had not yet White Dove finished and had not returned. Teofila

did not cease in its efforts and every evening he sat in the balcony waiting for the dove hoping to give him news of her husband, but it was not.

One morning, while making the meal, the doorbell rang and two men wearing uniforms of the soldiers themselves, gave the worst news.

"Madam, your husband has died in combat," said one of them lowered his head instantly. The other man handed a bag with the few belongings of her husband. Teofila

sadly thanked the soldiers and close the front door began to mourn.

not noticed the belongings of her husband until two days later when the pain was still there but allowed him to stop mourn and to see clearly, he approached the bag and opened it.

took the clothes of her husband hugged her, closed his eyes and inspired. It still smelled.

T Doubling something fell from the small pocket. A red ribbon quite dirty with dust and time.

- Oh white dove, if you got my message give - said sobbing and smiling despite the pain because her husband had died knowing that she loved him and that he was waiting.

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between women and women Cap. 10

went to the door and picked fresh air, the charged atmosphere of the cafeteria I was dizzy, leaned against the wall and stood cunclillas.

Isbel came through the door and stood in the same position as her.

- What happens?

- Why would anyone want to come to me? - Looked at winced

I do not know, but if there's something I have clear

- What?

"That Boom, and if they take enough time to meet and leave aside prejudices would be happy that you were beside them.

Lorelai put her head on Isbel

- Why do not you like boys? I would love to be in love with you, "he smiled, he just stroked her long blonde hair

" Come we have to set up a plan before it's too late, remember that you are watching a movie with your parents.

got up and returned to the table, none of them had touched his drink.

Chapter 10 - The plan

cards on the table, Samantha was not prepared to come forward, afraid that their parents stop loving her, who would not know anything about it and like Lorelai became the freak of all parents deny. She was not as strong as Lorelai, Rory also did have support from their parents, their friends and hers.

was fortunate to have great friends who understood and wanted to help, and a wonderful girlfriend who loved her and would die for her.

also expected that the plan would be temporary, his greatest wish was to be with her without having to hide or fear that their parents come in and are caught giving a caress, kiss, any inappropriate displays of affection only two friends.

Thomas was in a similar situation so I could take advantage of the situation and spend more time with Lorelai. He was a guy who did not like secrets and their parents apparently kept too.

Adam was delighted to be of assistance as a friend and not as a mere employee of those rich guys who asked his services as a chauffeur or gardener.

Isbel thought again and again in the words his friend had uttered and remembered those years he was dying to kiss this girl with angel face who brought him crazy. Actually all of your class went crazy for it, a beautiful girl with a great sense of humor was impossible to pass unnoticed, he was her boyfriend for the boys left alone, but really wished fervently that it was for real.

Over the years he tried to forget, he realized that would never be with her, that her love would be impossible and could be your best friend but never look with other eyes, it was not for her sentimental level.

One morning going to class together, as always, and came across a girl with green eyes and red hair, it stared at Isbel and Lorelai that caught the eye was transferred to his friend with a playful tone.

-Uuuuhhh think anyone has linked this morning, "she smiled mischievously.

Isbel's face changed their natural to a reddish color that matched the girl's hair.

"Do not talk nonsense Rory shook his head

Lorelai ran to the girl and introduced himself, then presented it to an embarrassing Isbel.

Isbel remembered that girl with sympathy, aside from making it his first formal wedding, had a most amusing anecdote when Rosner after two weeks without going to school, so not knew went to class and it was on him to give a warm hug. Rosner

Isbel froze and started laughing at the scene. The young man realized he leaned back with his head down and died of shame.

Rosner did not want to feel bad and seeing the reaction of his brother had understood what had happened and she imitated the gesture.

All laughed again and since then they became great friends.

Although he tried, had to break. Isbel had not managed to forget to Lorelai.

" Yes, a pity you do not like men" repeated to himself.

- Isbel? - A concerned Lorelai shook with Isbel waiting for an answer, the one that had been deep in thought came to herself after she was giving him wiggle Lorelai.

- Be still, brat! - Cogotazo responded with a very very soft. Lorelai got up and sat on his

"So you do not return to mislead," he said while let all his weight and tried to force to weigh more than his weight.

-If you are comfortable you can stay here, but do not weigh anything, chit-again repeat the insult loving.

"Perfect," was made the victim "Now, I get angry and do not breathe," he continued filling the lungs with air and holding their noses with one hand. Isbel

the observed waiting for a few seconds there was a small movement, which would help to know that breathing, but no, it was and Rory began to turn blue.

- Breathe already idiot - he removed his hand from his nose.

began to laugh with difficulty while trying to catch air

"I thought you were going to let me die, you could have said it before," continued laughing. Isbel

closed his eyes, shook his head and dropped backwards

"You have no choice, brat.

Rory leaned her head on his shoulder Isbel, turned his head and kissed her neck.

-Lovebirds sorry we cut your beautiful talk but can we start to plan? - Thomas broke jealous of the great friendship that united them.

Lorelai got up and sat back in his chair by Samantha who was smiling and she enjoyed watching the fights of children they had.

"Now, it is not so difficult," said Rosner seemed in a hurry or who was sick of that place and wanted to leave as soon as possible, "Samantha you tell him your parents to choose the race, but she is a classmate and prefer, at least in college, have no bad feeling with it, not from the beginning say that little by little you want to go walking away. We'll understand your parents that is for the good of them to not look bad to Rory's parents and friends who are from small and would suspect that suddenly would not want to know anything about her, took a sip refreshments finished and waiting either Samantha nodded and said he disagreed. "When we finished our classes we always in the cafeteria and we will do, we all go there and decide who is Samantha that day, so they can tell our parents that have stayed with her if they were in contact with them.

"It's a good idea, and the truth is very simple," agreed Samantha amazed. The others were given the right to Rosner.

rose Rosner was paid to the bar and all drinks

- Do we leave? - Asked from the bar, nodded and stood up all at once. Lorelai

his constant complaints to stick to the ground again

"I do not remember it was so disgusting," he grumbled that is to call health, that sucks.

Samantha hugged and kissed him on the cheek, Lorelai replied with a knowing look.

-Isbel, Do we all at home and accompany me to do some things?

- Are we excluding these? - Asked Thomas annoying

"A little," shrugged

"I came to talk to you

" I know, tomorrow you and I were left all alone and tell me okay?

Thomas sighed resignedly accepted the offer.

Rosner The idea was fine, but Lorelai had thought better, I knew they'd all be happy but first had to make sure I could find what I wanted. And I would count on the help of his best friend, your brother, your soul mate ... Isbel.

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I bring the contest Letters from abuse.
Do you leave all the bases right?

What to do to participate? Become

1. follower of the page Letters from abuse "on Facebook (enters the link: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Cartas-desde-el-maltrato/109969482356200 and click on "Megusta" ) and marks "Asistiré " en el evento "Sorteo de ONCE ejemplares de CARTAS DESDE EL MALTRATO" (link directo al evento:  http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=119704758111354 ). Los dos requisitos indispensables para poder participar.
2. Después deberéis colgar una entrada anunciando el concurso en vuestro perfil personal de Facebook, en vuestra página o grupo de Facebook y/o vuestro blog personal, a lo largo de las próximas dos semanas. Asimismo también se otorgarán puntos por colocar la foto de la portada del libro como avatar en Facebook. 
3. Una vez hecho esto, debéis enviarme un email a: concurso.cartas@gmail.com putting in the subject "Contest" and including your name and the link or links where you posted an entry. You can get points for a single concept or several, in which case add up.
4. Those tickets must remain active until June 1, the day they announce the final winners.
5. numbers with which they participate will be allocated as follows:

• Entry into a personal profile on Facebook: 1 point for every thousand or fraction of friends.
• Entry into a Facebook group: 1 point for every thousand or fraction of followers.
• Entry into a Facebook page: 1 point for every thousand or fraction of followers.
• personal blog entry: 1 point for every hundred or fraction of followers.
• Place the cover of the book as an avatar of Facebook: 10 points.
• All figures are rounded up. Ie: If you put the entry to the contest on your profile and you have 340 friends Fb will be assigned a number, if you have 3,519 friends you will be given four numbers, if you are manager of a page or group with 8,504 followers, you Asinara nine numbers. If you are an administrator of a blog with 105 followers you will be given two numbers, with 34 followers a number or if you have 429, five numbers.
• note that spam can not be . You must record as managers of the Facebook groups and pages where the entry colguéis.

elapse How the competition?

1 .- The period is two weeks. begins today, May 13 and ends May 27 at 9:00 am (English time), day and time that begins the Madrid Book Fair.
2 .- As I go getting your emails with links, I will assign the corresponding numbers, which in turn IIRE publishing and adding at the end of this note.
3 .- Also, as I said, I created the event "Sweepstakes copies of LETTERS FROM ONCE Mistreatment "to which you can invite your contacts but do not score to get numbers not possible to determine, but without doubt it would be extremely grateful that they hiciérais.

Prize:

1. Once copies of my book "LETTERS FROM ABUSE, allocated by lottery. be sent to the address indiquéis me within a maximum of two weeks.
2. The draw will be made by Random system, on page http://www . random.org / . shall be entered all numbers, minimum 1 and maximum number of participants and, as you know the system generates the winning numbers.
3. Despite being able to participate with various numbers, only one book per person Asinaro a. There is no minimum of participants.
4. On Friday 27 May, during the morning, I will publish the final list of participants and number the draw with the winners.
5. The lucky ones who elect must send out within five days an email with all shipping information (yours or the person you want to give her the book.)
6. If you do not receive this email, you have winners or winners of which link duplicates that originated the victor number is active, not award this book. These books do not adjuudicados will become a draw on June 1 by the same system.

I'm already participants hope that you too! Greetings!

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Competition dance together - Chapter 3

I was on the street with the academy's backpack on my back all pouty. I knew at the time that adult was not my attitude but I was equally infuriated me that someone I had known at two hours and knew of my feelings. I sat on a bench in the middle of St. Mark's Square and watched it was magnificent. Each light was turned on by leaving pieces illuminated in darkness.

knew that Leo was right, my relationship with Giovanni was not just carnal. As soon as we kissed, we were playing and did not think about sex. It was something that two fraternal interested us. He and his parents because he constantly told to find a girlfriend and me because it came and went as I pleased, could practice in the academy when I wanted. At that time did not believe much in love ... My parents were separated since I was 7 and thought all marriages end and sooner or later.

Suddenly, the silence of the night, I heard the roar of a motorbike. It seemed odd because at that place was not allowed to pass over. I looked out of curiosity and a black motorcycle with red details coming toward me. I did not know whether to run away but I knew that if he did would be noticed much he was scared and could be that he had nothing to do with me. I hid by talking to someone on the phone but I froze when I saw the bike stopped beside me.

"Certainly if that is your way of escaping a possible murderer go fine. - Could not be ... I refused to believe that this jerk had followed me. He waited a while but when I did not speak it. - Letizia, you can download the phone that I know are not talking to anyone.

removed his helmet while I lowered my hand and I realized it was more beautiful even beneath those magic lights. I tried to recover and the only way out I was stuck:

- But you who you think you are? Are you following me? - I took my things and started hanging out with Leo behind me.

- Are you always this friendly? - He asked ironically.

I was stopped and looked over my shoulder. I was not the case with anyone but there was something about him that made me feel defensive and treat you badly. I mustered the courage and turned towards him

"Sorry, I'm really stressed out lately. He wanted to be alone and have appeared on that bike riding you ... - I pointed laughing. He remembered that he had first thought when I saw it with the leather jacket.

- What are you laughing?

"No, leave him. I remembered something. - I looked into his eyes well worth the sky. - By the way, this Square can not get on a bike, do not you remember? Stuck

laughed so hard that two doves flew rested on a step scared.

"Oh, my beautiful, you never taught you that the rules are to be broken?

laid his finger on my chin and smiled sweetly. I was trapped in Leo, it was everything you could imagine for an Italian.

"I think this lack of emotion, - continued. - Get on the bike, I will show you what is making your heart beat.

I do not know exactly but I got it. I had never experienced the sensation of tingling in my fingers, wanting to pet someone so fiercely and much less desperation skin to skin contact. I stood behind him and snap my legs to theirs. For a moment I felt encajábamos to perfection, made for each other. My head was at the height of his shoulders so I could only see the landscape beyond Leo. I felt my heart jump when he took my hands and squeezed them around his waist, looked at me sideways and I could not figure out what they saw in their eyes. Would that beat what I was talking about?

It started with a fierce sound and the place we shot through the streets of Venice as a soul who had the devil. The pigeons were flying before us, the few remaining gondoliers at that time looked up from his job and I thought I heard my heart sing like never sang. No memory of all was the ride but I know I wanted to never get out of that bike, I felt freedom, I was flying.

I left at the door of my house and after much hesitation I gave him a kiss on the cheek. I closed my eyes breathing in his scent, he closed his wishing to extend the time although I did not see it. I turned away, thanked him, we said good night and went into my house. Once

thanked alone to live alone because when I looked at myself in the mirror I could not recognize me. A glow filled my eyes, my cheeks rosy invited to think evil, my lips parted invited to desire.

I shook my head washing my face, could not be. I had to Giovanni, he wanted it my way and that was the only one I had to import at the time. Nothing stupid feelings that only made people suffer.