Hello friends of #hive and the contest "As @appreciator change my life" , I hope they are very well, well my story, it starts, very early, as when the morning is so cloudy, I feel like a whisper, and I realize that it is the guitar that tells me: "pishh, look, we will record" and I told her, but it is early and she answers me... "You're crazy Ramon, come on you see that @appreciator loves me... And I think... Mmmm this guitar I smoke well green, now that appreciator loves her, well let's listen to it, I sharpen my car wreck and prepare everything to record and record with my guitar.
After finishing recording, the happy guitar tells me: crazy ready, you have the rest that I will rest on the guitar pose, and I destiny to upload the video, it is worth highlighting that the videos are as they hear them, do not go through filters or anything like that. Well after the matter, I set out to edit the post to make the post.
Here at the end and with the community on and all the labels I look aside, to avoid the black cat, the ladder in the hallway, the paved one who dares to greet, that I do not fall a fork, to avoid premature deaths, in short avoided any external intention to harm my hopeful POST.
Here I look the other way, and with my hand to be assigned to ask God for a miracle, I ask goku, the spheres of the dragon, the avengers, candycandy, and the red chapulin that my post be pathed without stumbling to the @appreciator healer.
I also turn my eyes like Linda Blair type the exorcist from dark and mysterious peaks to give me a little help too, all in favor of the blessed @appreciator healing.
After all that mystical, spiritual, or I don't know that, "I would say my guitar, this is very stupid" I click on the publication button, and to wait if there is appreciator healing or pelazon...
Ya aquí las cartas están echadas, solo queda espera y al llegar los votos solo hay dos reacciones una de chispas de colores felices, agradeciendo y diciéndole a mi guitarra, en verdad te ama ese tal curador @appreciator, que al verte se chorrea de alegria y te da el voto con placer y emoción.
Already here the cards are cast, only waiting and when the votes arrive there are only two reactions one of happy colored sparks, thanking and telling my guitar, really loves you this such curator @appreciator, who when you see you drips with emotion and gives you the vow with pleasure and emotion.
But ay pain! If @appreciator does not appear only it is desolation, my body is sad without smile, nor colors, my whiskers are dripping down full of disappointment, blaming the guitar of talker, between scolding and misfortunes, appreciator does not want you is just an illusion.
Well so is my story with the Curator @appreciator, which thank God has been very good with this server, oh Mom! I came out in verse effortlessly, as my heart enjoys.
This story had to come from a guy with Cantor moustaches, I hope you liked my presentation in this contest, a hug for everyone.