Well … everything finishes, there are gusts and stages.

Well … everything finishes, there are gusts and stages. Now it begins a piece of news.

Fortunately or unfortunately it has finished this one. This blog continues but with a much slower update rhythm … we go, with dropper. I wait and wish what he is writing to be small but good, or saying of another form, the best thing that could of me.

The subject-matter is going to consist more or less of the same, following the councils of Antonio Pulido, without so many dialectical aggressiveness, but with a critical tone although I will try to be more professional in what to be done. Although at the same time I want to clarify that this blog is not it will not even be a consultancy gratuíta it is going to contribute tracks on future tendencies, what if it will reach port there will be elements of reflection and debate on some of the keys on the subject of social, personal and political communication in addition to the journalistic industry in Net. Also in aspects of Web programming to big strokes.

Finally to be grateful to you for your loyalty and visits to “The Wind rubbing my face”, of all the weblogs that I started I must recognize after you that in this one it is where I have spent it to myself better … have laughed very much alone, opposite to the computer. I hope that it should have been reciprocal.

A hug, I insist, does not close “The Wind …” but that I am not going to write with so many regularity. Nothing more.