There was a time when blogs were fun: Posted a friend, then another, and so we amused ourselves.
And a blog we recommended this and all followed him.
Our blogs have emerged as a space for it: a fun issue, a boys' game (a play on words) that, being large, and not seen as often.
There are texts that I remember from time to time: for good, for original and funny.
was also a way to spoil us the ego, to push: a eulogy that made us feel good. That made us laugh, we pride.
I wonder where you got it all: "We lost the words? We begin to stop observing to look at other things? Do we feel these virtual places as their own?
These days I was thinking that I want to revive the mine. No effort, just for pleasure. As if we join together to chat about life at midday, after a long time, with a salad and some water in between.
