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Go Bilingual/ Ahora Bilingue

OK people, it is the time for me to tray to do this in English, to write and make more public my mistakes in this language, and keep trying to improve my grammar, I know, Spanish is more fun, but I need to try, and everybody is welcome to comment and correct me... I mean the idea is now make my blog an English exercise, and why not, approach what I have to say to only english readers. If not well I'm just killing to languages at the same time....

Tratare de hacer ahora mis post en Ingles y Español. Todos están invitados, como siempre a hacer sus comentarios y correcciones en ambos idiomas, aunque algunos se que piensan que mis horrores de ortografía son lo que le da un poco de carácter a las incoherencias que escribo... bueno pero no se preocupen queridos seguidores de la cosa en mi cabeza, mis incoherencias y horrores ortográficos serán ahora en dos idiomas, o mejoro en alguno de los dos, o arranco a machacar dos idiomas a la vez....

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