Yes, we're back. Me and my delusions of omnipotence.
We are back after long hiding because of a disarming lack of inspiration. But perhaps it is not correct to say so. More than anything I have no patience. With the arrival of face book, when I can think of bullshit, taaacito, the public, and farewell to poetry ... no more courtship or preliminary, click SEND and extract the lighter, because me and Richard Gere, "after", like smoking ...
Then you arrive at night without the reserve of a maximum (known as the pearl of the Reserve Pirla ) that first allowed me to entertain v louts or brain with a tale of a word or two pages.
But now I find myself with an excess of hilarity in the body, and I can reopen the LeggenBlog. And I want to clarify that this annoying humor is not due to the arrival of parties, nor to that pesky Santa Claus (I have not forgotten about you, you bastard, remember that we have a score to settle!). Instead, I became more sympathetic when they are acid. A pungent enjoyable, I can not help but please me ... and then viaaaa, encouraging pat on the shoulder, and off you go!
