My quotes

One thing about life is that even though there are rough days, days full of storms and tribulation, it goes on to better days, days full of sunshine, warmth, and comfortableness as well. We have to be willing to see and believe in the idea that even though there are dark times there are times of greatness as well. Also, we must believe in the fact that keeping our heads up, brains alert and receptive, and an overall optimistic demeanor, will lead to positivity happening in our lives even in times of distinct displeasure, and horrible difficulty.nOne famous author once said that dreams may sometimes be like stars, you can try to reach them, but sometimes following them will lead you instead to your actual destiny, instead of the one that you envisioned at first. Sometimes on the way to a dream you will get lost, and you will find a better one. Remember that even though you may not be where you want to be at the present time that as long as you remain a dreamer you will never be insignificant.nIn life the only things that you will truly regret at its end are not the things that you said too loudly, but instead are things that you never spoke up about. In the end, you won't regret trying and failing in a multitude of things, you will only regret not doing the things that were in your heart for you to do.nImagination is what makes the world go around. Imagination can do things that our physical abilities can't do, like see a world that our eyes arent able to see, hear the world in a way that our ears arent able to hear, and feel a world that our hands arent able to feel.

need to tell u

This may surprise you - but I wanted to. I ached to. But I just couldn't. Didn't. Too many barely healed wounds. The heaviness of history. Net result - I was just rooted to the spot. Not able to form the words, nor make the move. Easier just to walk away and have you wonder what planet I'm on. Better that you think I'm weird or, God forbid, nice. Probably you believe I was afraid of your saying no; but that wasn't it at all. It's yes that scares me. I wouldn't even know where to begin with someone like you - let alone contemplate the soap opera of separation. So in the end my desire for you would not have been enough and to foist it upon you would have been selfish of me. Simply the fix of your kiss and all the unmending that would surely follow. For there is no such thing as no strings - not when the heart is involved. And mine is

Tell me what u think

Desire, love, connection - call it what you will - it appears to happen by some magical process. The sight of you has sent the signals rocketing through my system; that warm, enveloping tide of hormones and recognition. The physical crush in my chest. The gravitational force that urges me to touch you whenever I can.In another world this might not be a problem. But alas, this is the world we find ourselves in - the world in which you are already betrothed.I see your eyes looking out at me. I read what they're saying. Oh please ... please don't.We all choose the path we walk upon - and I have chosen this: to adore you quietly and allow you your decision. I will not say that I am a better man, for I may well not be. Indeed, I am just another man who wants you. A man who sees the incarcerated beauty glowing inside you. (Or at least thinks he does.)I am prepared to accept that this is all a delusion - another grand, romantic folly in a long line of pseudo-poetic mishaps. But maybe one day you will prove me wrong.I confess - I set out to be cruel to you today. I wanted to punish you for my hurt. But I couldn't. I saw you and that warm, resilient flower inside me opened up - as though the sun had returned after its winter sleep. I wanted to push you away but something stronger kicked in. An elemental force. A bloom of longing. Something primitive to smash my sophisticated determination. Damn it.It will be difficult having you around again - feeling what I feel, knowing what I know. Little drops will seem like oceans to me - little sparks a fire - for the heart makes songs out of ordinary sounds - and when it's you I'm dancing.Perhaps if you weren't so beautiful. Perhaps if I did not love you so. Or if you were still in another country. But alas - you are here and I am breathless once more. And, as I promised you I would be, quiet.

today letter

Today I was invisible. Sat there, pint in front of me, noise swirling around me, and the gaudy rush and bother of the party seemed to wash over me. I felt detached - unhinged from the world of warmth and recognition. I was just the lone man in the corner - the silly old fool who found himself thinking of you.nnThis is the freedom I fought for - my splendid isolation, my aloof lack of need. Here is my dead hunger, my self-containment in all of its solitary, untainted glory. The pristine loneliness that now conspires to empty me of breath and fill me with a space into which I can disappear.nnAnd to think I left you for this.nnMy, how those heroic affirmations poured from my mouth. I fought you off with my language, boxed you up with my ideas. I confronted your honesty with an unholy disguise; and then when you were finally done I was left to walk around in the wafer thin garb of well-chosen words.nnI would gladly admit to the lachrymose self-pity of the mistaken if that was what it was - but really I always knew that the bubble I called a thousand different things was just a bubble. I will not confess it to anyone else, but to you I can say that I find this so-called liberty an awfully lonely corner.nnI gazed out at all those lovely, colourful people, heard the sweet burble of their conversation and was utterly and profoundly locked out from the world they moved in. Perhaps not in reality but in the much more visceral realm of my heart.nnAnd I longed for the warmth that you so freely gave.nnYou were right. I just thought I was. You were real and this was the fantasy. Yet this, I am certain, is of no comfort to you. Love cannot be retrospectively applied, nor tears so easily wiped away - and anyway words have done enough damage already. Haven't they?

Why do we love when people are shirtless?

If a straight man suddenly strips off his shirt in public, it means he wants to fight somebody. Either that or he just found out there's a bee in it. But the bottom line is, wearing shirts is considered the norm for straight guys.nnNot so for gay men, who take great pleasure in letting everyone know they're proud of how they look, reminding them again, and again, and again. A gay man requires little provocation to show bare skin, and any of the following factors suggest shirtlessness:nnIt's a nightclub. He's jogging. It's a sunny summer day. Somebody shouted "strip!" (or at least he "thought" that's what he heard). A webcam is on. He's just been brutally defeated at beer pong. He's taking a profile picture. He's in California. He wants to get back at his boyfriend, or ex-boyfriend. He is in a gay-themed advertisement. His drunk friend made an unserious comment about him taking off clothes so now he has to make her regret it. He's at Pride. Someone is taking a picture of him. Someone is taking a picture of someone else and he hopes it will be of him. He is dancing. He has his Halloween costume "on."nnYou get the point.nnAnd when it comes to willingness to take off pants in public, gay guys are light years ahead of straight ones.nnGay people love showing off their bodies in public. When their friends do it, they attribute their peers' eagerness to go shirtless to the whole community being "too slutty," even if they've done the same and even as they simultaneously argue that society is too conservative about sex.nnIt's complicated. We're complicated.nnBut if all the stodgy conservative people who would be troubled by sex in culture are already shunning you because you're gay, you don't have much reason to avoid what aggravates them, right? Why not just just do what you feel like?nnGay people spend significant amounts of time working out, and it's true that people who work hard at anything want credit. But it's a chicken-and-egg question; do gay people take off their shirts so often because they're proud that they went to the gym, or do they go to the gym to keep up with their friends who are taking off their shirts all the time?nnPhilosophers will debate the issue for centuries.nnThe gay men who look average, who don't work out and have comfortable bellies or twiggy arms can talk about all the pressure to look good. Gay articles, advertisements, and social networking sites are chock-full of waxed, chiseled, buff and idealized 20-something men; men whom five percent of the population actually looks like.nnThose who feel left out will say the gay media promotes a widespread body image crisis.nnBut the guys who do work out will get their way, and say it's not as much about looks as promoting "good health." Chugging 12 pounds of processed and re-processed "fortified whey protein isolate" a week (between periodic fasts) means you're healthy, of course!nnI told you ... we're complicated.

Possitive!

I am very happy cuz finally I got positive in my assylum request, and I will be european resident soon. Now I only have to chose where I will start my life, and start (after getting my id card) with the procedure to have a job permission or whatever in the country I choose. Guys if you are interested in helping me to start I will aprecciate all help, tell me where you are from and city, if u help me to find a job there I will move, I am open to any suggestions, feel free to email me and talk, kisses Adri.Estoy abierto aa cualkier propuesta chicos, diganme de donde son y si me consiguen empleo y decidire a donde ir, no es un concurso, solo kiero ver todas las posibilidades, escribanme por email aki, gracias mil a todos. uhh estoy feliz

10 biggest things to turn on

Read on to find out what you have in common, or rather don't, with the 100 guys I surveyed recently.nn1- She grinds her teeth on your penisnIf you like this, then you're a bigger man than most. Most guys cannot stand the feel of teeth grinding against the base of their penis, or worse, grinding against the head.nn2- She yanks your testiclesnIt's one thing for her to cup the boys and even lick them. It's a whole other ball game, literally, when she starts pulling on them as though they're detachable. Annoying, to say the least.nn3- She sticks her fingers in the wrong placesnBy wrong places, I mean your butt. Now don't get me wrong, some guys love the feel of having fingers, or even objects inserted into their anal cavities, but when there's no warning of what's about to occur, it can be a very disturbing feeling -- not to mention it can make the rest of the session feel very awkward.nn4- She licks it like it's a lollipopnWhile most of us are thankful when a girl goes down at all, there is a wrong way and a right way to perform on a man. When a girl begins literally licking your penis without covering it with her mouth at any point, it can lead to frustration and ruin the sensation.nn5- Keeps sucking when you're sensitivenShe sucks the head of your penis, you almost hit the roof, tell her it's sensitive and for some reason, she doesn't listen and continues to suck on it like a madwoman. Usually, however, this happens after you've ejaculated, so you can tell her off without fear of not getting sex. Just joking around.nnShe stops doing what you like, she pinches your nipples, and of course, she farts... nn6- Stops doing something you're enjoyingnYou're saying things like "oh yeah," "right there," "this feels so good," "that's perfect," and what does she do? She stops what she's doing and starts doing something else. What the...?!?!?nn7- She pinches your nipples excessivelynIt's one thing for her to kiss, lick and even gently suck your nipples, but when she starts trying to tune into Tokyo, the problems begin. Why would any woman think that pinching our nipple into numbness is a good idea? It's appalling.nn8- Talks too nastynIt's one thing to have a woman talk dirty; we like that. It's a whole other story when she overuses words like "daddy, nasty, whore, f*ck," and a whole bunch of other derogatory words that I am too ashamed to mention. Just joking around, it's because we tend to associate women with softness, and although we fantasize about nasty girls, we don't want them to get too nasty.nn9- She's insecurenIt's one thing for a woman to be shy, but it really ruins the mood when all the lights have to be off, the covers have to be over both of you, and of course, she backs out of the room facing you. It's just wrong and if it turns you off, you're not alone.nn10- She won't try new thingsnYou want to get into some new positions; she's not having it. You want to role-play; she starts a fight accusing you of wanting her to be someone else. You want to ask her friend Donna to join the two of you in the bedroom; she thinks that you desire someone else. Okay, maybe the last one is pushing it a little bit, but it is tough spending time with someone who isn't on the same sexual wavelength as you.

Why we love man?

We love men because they can never fake orgasms, even if they wanted to.Because they write poems, songs, and books in our honor.Because they never understand us, but they never give up.Because they can see beauty in women when women have long ceased to see any beauty in themselves.Because they can churn out long, intricate, Machiavellian, or incredibly complex mathematics and physics equations, but they can be comparably clueless when it comes to women.Because they are incredible lovers and never rest until we're happy.Because they elevate sports to religion.Because they're never afraid of the dark.Because they don't care how they look or if they age.Because they persevere in making and repairing things beyond their abilities, with the nave self-assurance of the teenage boy who knew everything.Because they never wear or dream of wearing high heels.Because they're always ready for sex.Because they're afraid to go bald.Because you always know what they think and they always mean what they say.Because they love machines, tools, and implements with the same ferocity women love jewelry.Because they go to great lengths to hide, unsuccessfully, that they are frail and human.Because they either speak too much or not at all to that end.Because they always finish the food on their plate.Because they are brave in front of insects and mice.Because a well-spoken four-year old girl can reduce them to silence, and a beautiful 25-year old can reduce them to slobbering idiots.Because they want to be either omnivorous or ascetic, warriors or lovers, artists or generals, but nothing in-between.Because for them there's no such thing as too much adrenaline.Because when all is said and done, they can't live without us, no matter how hard they try.Because they're truly as simple as they claim to be.Because they love extremes and when they go to extremes, we're there to catch them.Because they are tender they when they cry, and how seldom they do it.Because what they lack in talk, they tend to make up for in action.Because they make excellent companions when driving through rough neighborhoods or walking past dark alleys.Because they really love their moms, and they remind us of our dads.Because they never care what their horoscope, their mother-in-law, nor the neighbors say.Because they don't lie about their age, their weight, or their clothing size.Because they have an uncanny ability to look deeply into our eyes and connect with our heart, even when we don't want them to.Because when we say "I love you" they ask for an explanation.

How to earn somebody's trust?

I am cuban, in a foreing country. It is so hard for me to make someone trust on me, that sometimes is frustating when I cant, cuz it shows me that maybe I am not good enough yet, that still have to learn a lot, (sometimes we think we know it all).After breaking someone's trust and confidence in you, it will take a lot of patience and determination for that special person to regain trust in you again. With perseverance and determination, it is possible to turn a person's disappointment in you around and make your relationship better than before. Friends are power. Never underestimate the power of trust. When your friends trust you, you can achieve many things. You can influence them with your beliefs, you can change their lives, you can save them from trouble, and lastly, you can lead them to success.

15 Signs You\'re In Love

1. You think about she/he all the time. You can't force yourself not to. You say, "Okay, today I will not think about this person" but even being deliberate always backfires and you just end up thinking about it more.2. You do things for she/he you normally wouldn't do even if he/she is annoying to you, like help him/her move or go out of your way like, seven blocks just to get him/her that specific kind of candy he/she like.3. You find yourself lingering on stuff that smells like them -- their T-shirts, his/her sheets. When you catch a whiff of he/she, you feel happy and safe.4. You smile everytime u see his/her pics.5. You want to know everything about his/her life, his/her family, his/her favorite concert his/her ever went to, his/her best college memories, everything. You could just listen to him/her tell you stuff for hours.6. You find yourself goofily smiling alone when you think about his/her dumb face.7. You talk about hi/her incessantly. Your friends are all like, "Yeah, we know they like Game of Thrones and one time they were in a ska band. Jeez. You've told us already like seven times."8. Innocuous things remind you of his/her. Like streetlamps and cracks in the sidewalk and bodega cats and like, really anything you see.9. Even if you were hanging out on a yacht with Zac Efron and Channing Tatum (or like, Megan Fox and Rosario Dawson), you would still be like, "Hmm. I wonder what So-And-So is up to. I should text him/her."10. You check his/her Facebook,Twitter, Tumblr on a regular rotation just to see if he/she posted anything new. What? It's not weird.11. You find everythinghe/she does fascinating. Oh man, is he/she tying his/her shoes or brushing his/her teeth? YOU ARE RIVETED.12. You feel like he/she really listen to you and respect your thoughts and opinions. You never feel afraid of telling him/her how you feel or what you think, which is kind of a new thing for you.13. You want to go on trips together and find yourself planning vacations months in advance. You just sort of see him/her in your future.14. You want to share things like bed space, food, music collections, books. You lend him/her stuff and feel good about it and you get to borrow things too. There's no cordoning off or possessiveness about space or stuff. You're a unit. 15. You go to bed and wake up thinking about him/her.

Live it all

O a alguien decir que el futuro es importante, no dudo que lo sea, pero no puedes pasar toda tu vida viviendo en el futuro. La vida es eso que te pasa mientras te empenas es hacer otros planes...Yo, antes, vivi pensando mucho y planeando mi futuro, pero la vida me demostro que no se puede planear a largo plazo. Estuve en mas de una situacion peligrosa en mi vida en las que me dije: "cuanto quisiera ahora haber hecho esto, o aquello, o haber ido a aquel lugar con mis amigos aquel dia que dije que no, o no le he dicho a mi madre cuanto la quiero... Yo, en esas situaciones, me dije: " Si salgo de esta, vivire cada dia como el ultimo" porque nunca sabes cuando te puede, en un momento, cambiar la vidaI heard someone to say that the future is important, no doubt it is, but you can not spend your whole life living in the future. The Life is what happens while you insist making other plans ...I, before. lived a lot thinking and planning my future, but life showed me that you can not plan for a long term. I was in more than one dangerous situation in my life where I said, "if I would have done this, or that, or have gone to this place with my friends that day I said no, or I have not told my mother how much I love her... I, in all those situations, I said, "If I get out of this one, I will live every day as the last" because you never know, when, in just a moment, your life can change.

Its hard to take off

Now I would like to dedicate a few lines to write about what it's like to leave your country, your friends, family and everything behind, whithout knowing when you will return.It's hard not to even say goodbye to those who were your friends from small, is very hard not to hug your mother because she knows you can never come back, that is why she cries inconsolable and you can not do anything.It's very hard to leave behind a little person 6 years, who thinks you're in another city within the same country.And it's very hard to say it goodbye to the person who loves you, whom you love, and say: "Do not cry babe, we will meet again" when you know it is not true .. It is very hard to take off and look down and see how your life stays in a city that never seemed so beautiful before to you ... : (Quisiera dedicarle ahora unas lneas a escribir de lo que se siente al dejar tu pas, tus amigos, familia y todo atrs, sin saber cuando volvers.Es muy duro no poder ni siquiera despedirte de esos que fueron tus amigos desde pequeno, es muy duro no poder abrazar a tu madre porque ella si sabe que nunca volveras, por eso ella llora inconsolablemente y no puedes hacer nada. Es muy duro dejar atras a una personita de 6 anos, que piensa que estas en otra ciudad dentro del mismo pais. Y es muy duro decirla adios a esa persona que te ama, a la que amas, y decirle: "No llores babe, nos volveremos a ver" cuando sabes que no es asi.. Es muy duro despegar y mirar abajo y ver tu vida como se queda en una ciudad que jamas te parecio tan linda antes... :(

Closing stages

You always has to know when a stage comes to an end. If we insist on staying longer than the necessary time, we lose the happiness and the meaning of the other stages we have to go through.Closing cycles, shutting doors, ending chapters - whatever name we give it, what matters is to leave in the past the moments of life that have finished.Did you lose your job? Has a loving relationship come to an end? Did you leave your parents' house? Gone to live abroad? Has a long-lasting friendship ended all of a sudden?You can spend a long time wondering why this has happened.You can tell yourself you won't take another step until you find out why certain things that were so important and so solid in your life have turned into dust, just like that.But such an attitude will be awfully stressing for everyone involved: your parents, your husband or wife, your friends, your sister.Everyone is finishing chapters, turning over new leaves, getting on with life, and they will all feel bad seeing you at a standstill.Things pass, and the best we can do is to let them really go away.That is why it is so important (however painful it may be!) to destroy souvenirs, move, give lots of things away to orphanages, sell or donate the books you have at home.Everything in this visible world is a manifestation of the invisible world, of what is going on in our hearts - and getting rid of certain memories also means making some room for other memories to take their place.Let things go. Release them. Detach yourself from them.Nobody plays this life with marked cards, so sometimes we win and sometimes we lose.Do not expect anything in return, do not expect your efforts to be appreciated, your genius to be discovered, your love to be understood.Stop turning on your emotional television to watch the same program over and over again, the one that shows how much you suffered from a certain loss: that is only poisoning you, nothing else.Nothing is more dangerous than not accepting love relationships that are broken off, work that is promised but there is no starting date, decisions that are always put off waiting for the "ideal moment."Before a new chapter is begun, the old one has to be finished: tell yourself that what has passed will never come back.Remember that there was a time when you could live without that thing or that person - nothing is irreplaceable, a habit is not a need.This may sound so obvious, it may even be difficult, but it is very important.Closing cycles. Not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but simply because that no longer fits your life.Shut the door, change the record, clean the house, shake off the dust.Stop being who you were, and change into who you are.

The site

Hi guys, today I'll take a moment to write about the site, Flirt4Free, which I discovered by accident looking for apartment listings in Budapest. Never thought I will be doing this, not ashamed at all, quite the contrary, I enjoy it a lot, because I am someone very competitive and here's a great competition between all models. Of course I have much disadvantage as only been a week registered, and most models have been here years or months. But step by step I will continue reaching positions. Currently I'm in the top 21%,(you do not see that). There are also many models who write false things in their blogs, things they dont think or have lived, I, I will not do the same. I hope to get soon the Party Chat as well as my fan club, I enjoy meeting people and I feel good listening all these things, some good, some not so much, but in the end all with good intentions. Kisses, Adri.Hola chicos, hoy tomare un momento para escribir sobre el sitio, Flirt4Free, el cual descubri de casualidad buscando anuncios de apartamentos en Budapest. Jamas pense estar haciendo esto, no me averguenza, para nada, todo lo contrario, lo disfruto mucho, pues soy alguien muy competitivo y aqui hay una gran competencia entre todos los modelos. Por supuesto tengo mucha desventaja pues solo llevo una semana, y la mayoria lleva anos o meses. Pero poco a poco seguire alcanzando puestos. Actualmente estoy en el top 21%, eso ustedes no lo ven. Tambien hay muchos modelos que escriben cosas falsas de sus vidas, cosas que ni piensan ni han vivido, yo , no hare lo mismo. Espero obtener el Party chat pronto asi como mi fan club, me divierto conociendo gente y me hace sentir bien que me digan todas esas cosas, unas buenas y otras no tanto , pero al final todas con buenas intenciones. Besos, Adri.

My life in Cuba (work)

Well, I've been asked to write about my life in Cuba, I will do it here in a summarized way. I studied Computer Technologies, 4 years career ended in compulsory military service two years and 2 months Totally separated of studies. Considered then it was good to learn French and Italian. I did a lot of things during that time to make money in Cuba, trying to explain why everything is illegal there is trying to explain colors to a blind man. Just say that I did everything it can to win a couple of dollars, to something that led me to have problems with the police.Took a bank teller course and graduated began to work on an exchange house, then I went to work at the International Airport of Havana, there was six months, the last six months of my life in Cuba. I love my job, working with money, bills, currencies, etc.. Next blog I'll see what to write, give me suggestionsPues me han pedido que escriba sobre mi vida en Cuba, lo hare aqu de una manera resumida. Yo estudie Informatica, 4 aos de carrera que finalizaron en el servicio militar obligatorio que me alej 2 aos y 2 meses de los estudios. Estudi entonces al finalizar frances e italiano. Hice durante ese tiempo muchas cosas para ganar dinero en Cuba, tratar de explicar por qu todo es ilegal alli es tratar de explicarle a un ciego los colores. Solo dire que hice todo cuanto puede por ganar un par de dolares, hasta cosas que me llevaron a tener problemas con la policia.Tom un curso de cajero bancario y me gradue comenzando a trabajar en una casa de cambio, luego me pasaron a trabajar al Aeropuerto Internacional de La Habana, alli estuve 6 meses, los ultimos seis meses de mi vida en Cuba. Yo amo mi trabajo, trabajar con dinero, cuentas, divisas, etc. Proximo blog vere q escribo, denme sugerencias

The trip, how did I cross...

Hola, me han pedido que escriba como fue que llegu a Hungra con ms detalles, ok, lo har. Pues a mediados de Mayo tome un avin a Moscu, aho solo estuve 5 horas en el aeropuerto, luego un vuelo de conexion a Belgrado, Serbia. Pas la noche en un hotel en Belgrado, y temprano en la manana tome un tren hacia la frontera con Hungria, un pequeno pueblo llamado Subotica, situado a 10 km de Hungria. A las 12m comence a caminar, con una mochila bastante pesada en mi espalda, hacia la frontera que ilegalmente debia cruzar. Una visa es imposible de obtener cuando vives en Cuba. Tuve que caminar aproximadamente 15 km, a traves de plantaciones y bosques en los que anduve bastante asustado pues habian venados que pasaban corriendo a escasos metros de mi. Fueron momentos de mucha tension en los que tem hasta por mi vida y en mas de una ocasion por mi mente paso regresar a Serbia, lo que me traeria muchos problemas, o entregarme a las autoridades, pues en dos ocasiones estuve a punto de perderme. Tuve que recurrir a la orientacion que recibi en clases cuando estuve en el servicio militar en Cuba.Cada paso, cada camino, fue un paso hacia la libertad, la libertad que en Cuba no hay, y aunque con mucho miedo estuve muy decidido, muchas cosas dependen de mi, de lograrlo, y hasta ahora lo voy logrando.Pues ya en territorio hungaro me detuvo en la carretera la policia de frontera, un muchacho joven pero muy alterado, me pidio documentos y al no tener visa pues me llevo a la estacion policial. Ahi ya sin salida no me quedo opcion que pedir asilo politico. Pase la noche en una celda personal, muy fria, pero al otro dia me trasladaron a Kiskunhalas, a un campo de refugiados al sur. Asi empezo mi odisea politica europea. Asi voy, veremos que pasa...Hello , I have been asked to write how I came to Hungary with more details , ok , I will. Then in mid-May I took a plane to Moscow , there I was only five hours at the airport, then a connecting flight to Belgrade , Serbia. Spend the night in a hotel in Belgrade , and early in the morning I took a train to the border with Hungary , a small town called Subotica , located 10 km from Hungary . At 12m I started to walk, with a fairly heavy backpack on my back , towards the border I had to cross illegally . A visa is impossible to get when you live in Cuba . I had to walk about 10 miles , through forests and plantations where they had walked quite frightened deer ran past a few meters from me.They were times of great stress in which feared up my life and in more than one occasion in my mind I thoght to go back to Serbia , which would bring me many problems, or surrender to the authorities, because twice I was about to lose . I had to resort to the guidance I received in class when I was in military service in Cuba .Every step, every way , was a step towards freedom , freedom in Cuba does not exist , and I was very scared but very determined , many things depend on me now. I\'ll achieve it.Well, in Hungarian territory, on the road I was stopped by a border policeman, young but very altered, documents were asked and as I did not have a visa I was transfered to the police station. Finally and without option I asked for political asylum. Spent the night in a cell, cold, but the other day I was moved to Kiskunhalas, to a refugee camp in the south. Thas how I did it, how began my european politic odyssey. So now, lets see what happens ...

The place I live

Bueno, como solicitante de asilo fui enviado al lugar que estoy viviendo ahora. Es un edificio de capacidad para 110 refugiados. Tengo que compartir la habitacin con 2 hombres (a veces tres) y ahora tengo un compaero de cuarto de Siria, y otro de Irak! Uffff, he tenido compaeros de cuarto de Afganistan, Irak, Siria, Marruecos, Palestina, Mal y Kosovo, pero todos ellos fueron despedidos (gracias a Dios) as que por eso no puedo estar en lnea durante tanto tiempo, pero he encontrado algunos momentos a solas para charlar y hacer mis shows. As, en este campo la comida es horrible y tienes que compartir el bao, uff no se limpia en absoluto! Eso fue casi todo,lo quise escribi en espanol vere en el prximo blog, besos AdriWell , as an assylum seeker I was sent to the place I am living now. It is a 110 capacity building for refugees. I must share the room with 2 guys (sometimes three) and right now I have a roomate from Siria, and other from Irak! Uffff , I have had roomates from Afganistan, Iraq, Siria, Marruecos, Palestine, Mali and Kosovo, but all they were sent away (thanks God)  so thats why I cant be online for so long, but I have found some moments alone to chat and make my shows. So in this camp the food is awful and must share the bathroom, uff they are not clean at all! That was almost all, see u in next blog, kisses Adri

My Journey, My Life

Today its 180 since I left home. It\\\'s been the hardest stage of my life. Today is 180 days since I took a plane to nowhere, without destiny, without company, my only shipmates were the fear and the sadness to know that it would happen, I wouldn\'t come back... that had to pay the highest price of all, to leave my friends, to leave my family, to quit my country and with it to quit my life.I had to pay the highest price of all, and just because I am cuban, I am a cuban as many of us that have been obbligated to chose between two choices, fight for that what you belive in, or just not accept to be part of the lie and been expulsed. At the end I realized that both are the same, if you chose to fight the system and try to change what you belive it\\\'s wrong, you are condemn yourself to buy a one way ticket to nowhere, its the ugly and only truth.But I wasn\\\'t going to chose the third one, that one that is not even in my list, because people like me dont accept to stay quiet, dont accept to become a puppet, people like me fight against that what we belive is wrong, that what we belive is not fair, people like me fight for a new begining, for a new chance, for just a hope, people like me fight for freedom, the most important thing of all, but only who doesn\\\'t have it knows how much it worths.But my problem is that freedom is a forbidden word in Cuba.If the government could erase it from the dictionary it would do it. In Cuba you can not say what you think, you can not be part of a group to speak about it, you can not say just a word about the system, because the system is old and wise, it has 54 years, it is just too strong. In Cuba the is a barrier of silence, no internet, only one Television controled by the government, all the newspapers controlled by the government saying the same every day: \\\"everything it\\\'s ok in our country\\\", the biggest lie on earth.That\\\'s the way everything started. I belive that everyone has the right to know that it is been cheated, it was ilegal, I did not care.I started printing at home the Universal Declaration of Human Rights, and gave it to all the people as posible, it was ilegal, but I did not care.Then I made contact with the program Estado de Sats, it is a Project for Freedom of Speech and it has an space where you can go and participate but very hidden from the goverment.All this plus my support to the Damas de Blanco (Ladies in white) made me be a non reliable person for \\\"The Revolution\\\" and the two most difficult moments were when the Political Police (a deparment that officially doesn\'t exist) came to my hause and with the pretext of my computer was been used against the goverment they took it away, just like that.It was a way to scared me, but they didn't stop there.Months later as I didn\'t stop going to the USINT they decided to use their panic method based on a prisson of 2 days. They used a common car, wearing normal clothes, and took me to a place for two days. Never touched me or punched me, just left me on a cell without tell me why, two days after they released me in the middle of the street. Is a very common method they use to persuade people to stop what they do.I recieved a notification to present myself to the police last month and I decided to quit everything and act fast to take a plane cuz I could go to jail just because to express myself and helping others to open their eyes, it wouldn't be the first time that happens, it happened in 2003, international called "Primavera Negra" (Black Spring) when 75 persons (most of them journalists went to jail)Cuba is the second country worlwide after China where there are more journalist in jail by population.They just find you something to send you there or simply create it. Is not going to happen with me, I said, so I took a plane to Russia, then another one to Serbia, and cross by the green border to reach Schengen Space, now I am here in Hungary depositing all my faith in this country that unfortunatelly once was comunist, asking for assylum because if I come back I will go to jail just for saying what I think, just for trying to open some eyes, eyes blinded by a 54 years dictatorship that doesn't have respect even for itself.So I took a plane to Russia and then another to Serbia, and cross the green border to reach european Union space, I asked for Political Assylum in Hungary and if I get it I will become european resident, if not I will have to start again an ilegal trip to another country, which? I have no idea, this is my fuckin life right now.

new Cuban and sweet as sugar

HI, I am a new model here, so kind of virgin, jeje, so I am a cuban guy with an increible story behind, dont think dirty! jaja hello ?)

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