we remain one, several lives in the school ground ... the cycle is
continuous and persistent, this cycle is regulated in a divine synchronicity
we refuse to see and feel.
When pain, imperfection, the human development concerns
is so large, the series offers two ways paradoxically ...* or is still in
it, or begin to awaken *.
* Sometimes * wake up cause spiritual laziness, we are so accustomed to
imperfection of human creation, that we have forgotten who we are ...
IMAGE AND SEMANJANZA creative light and therefore we
light interior, that we "magnets" that somehow open the doors necessary
, where the "tools" to banish the lazy
spiritual.
The cycle continues to seek and receive constant surprises, learn
to-see-our personality in order to begin to reform.
* It's like a work of art, a sculpture, which should be carved all
days * at various times, filled with intensity every stroke ... , The intensity
puts sentiment, which must be motivated by a
authentic universal love, unconditional love. Achieving this state is not
difficult, just requires attention, discretion, perseverance, delivered without any fear
.
True art catches us, we "magnetize" moves us, motivates us, drives us
... each one of us works of art under construction in
continuous cycle existence .. . All depends on our feeling.
In this task of observing, it takes a tiny surprises slowly *
understand that things are not what they seem *, not what suits us, *
but what IS
.* * That would-be-"to be, or not to Be, * as so rightly say
William Shakespeare. .. Is in part the key to open the door to our inner freedom
. I have found these surprises, and the task is to learn to
any means the lesson is presented every day, plus
dare to make the choice of Love in the Divine Presence.
These weeks have been weeks of new experiences, encounters
expected in the cosmic cycle, most unexpected in human personality. And I
surprised because everything is governed on a wonderful synchronicity that
human hand can hardly be ruled.
Love is what you can not miss
Love is what changes the past
Love is what makes two are a
Love is what fear denies
Love is what fills the gaps
Love is what speaks in silence
Love is what allows you to see.
D. Chopra
You asked about my writing memorias.Tiembla the Vatican! I replied, unaware of any of our imminent future is different about this is uncertain mismo.Aquel presente.No.No DAY, outside, the rain on the vegetaciòn.Sè sun was mediodìa.Yo was passed back to the ventana.No is that looking at the entrails of the monster maldito.Tal time something that will help you zafar.Quiensabe.Cuàntas things told in such a short time.The future air smelled perfecto.Yo dreamed, wanted champagne, bed, cigarette, words ... I never dared to reconocerlo.Yo Virginia Woolf would never fear me or even many who want that you Vincent.Y . A matter who you are like one another if you're being vos.Perdona to ignorantes.Vos soberbia.Me sick and I would like to know that I'll write my memoirs but is neither Sotang and Rosa Regas or Storni. We
with La Mala Leche.Viste that the common people that God says we are breeding and the wind amontona.Error.En Poor Leche.Ya our case we know how bad acts that is so cryptic leche.Mejor never know how to act in verdad.Ni with us or amontonò.Solo us that bit of afternoon light and we painted a room in testosterone semipenumbra.Cuànta reached my ears! And how was the culture that came to eroticized. I'm sorry that you give the mano.Solo eso.Decirte yo.Quiero that someone tells you that never ceases to be connected contigo.No're my friend or something more fuiste.Somos it than that, who cares. If I were God ... (Angel Gonzalez). Nosotros.Hicimos pudimos.Nunca what encouraged me to be clear or maybe I I must say goodbye too explicita.Creo simbòlicamente.No I like the layoffs and not just tolerate you, I could see your hand llorando.Suelto my hand, my hand in your hand, loose your spirit that will not let me or the sun or shade and stuns me with an icy silence saying that to me the same thing will happen. Kick the board! You also write my memorias.Pateà patealo.Voy to the board, macho.Hacè a goal from midfield to close the championship and cry, cry strong, very strong: this is me! At the end we will end today also distanced ... Hahahaha! If something was among us was Movistar.Una gap distance and unsurpassed in this city cannibals, like Hannibal says, Macondo is Paris to side of this town. Puta. And I thought I sometimes Isabel while Candida Erèndira.Y llovia.Otras that neither nor Comala Macondo Macondo because if it is Paris, Venice ... Au Komala is revoir.Y know that I can vomiting writing cathartic? because I did not come ... We will return to escuchas.Ya vernos.Quien dònde.Quièn know and I'll know soon cuando.Me out alive before the monster Morfe me and I will continue to feed me know La Mala Leche.Vos . Then will come a time vivas.Pero praises and makes like Odysseus with the oìdos.Son Sirenas.Tapate hypocrites, liars ... it too, you know? But that gift you've done ... you should have cost him merecìa.Dale tell me one of your acute and phrases I'm going to wait the trolley back to me ... I'll tell you something infancia.Ah, La Mala Leche
is in the fezeer for ever, ranked in order of bad milk the milk is bad there, my dear and great unknown known. Until next
timelessness. To any esquina.Usted know they take from me any coordenada.Nunca mochila.Hasta I could explain what the vudù.Nunca Chau.Si so many things ... I know that mine is the desmesura.No di or two steps and you criticize me! Hannibal is right, Macondo, near this town is Paris ...
From the point of view of the south, the northern summer is winter.
From the point of view of a worm, a plate of spaghetti is an orgy.
where Hindus are a sacred cow, others see a great burger.
From the standpoint of Hippocrates, Galen, Maimonides, and Paracelsus,
was a disease called indigestion,
but there was a disease called hunger.
From the point of view of its neighbors in the town of Cardona, Toto Zaugg,
who was wearing the same clothes in summer and winter,
was a man admirable: "The cold has never Toto said.
He did not say anything. I was cold, but had no coat.
From the point of view of the owl, the bat, the bohemian and the thief,
twilight is the time for breakfast.
The rain is a curse for tourists and good news for farmers.
From the native point of view, the picturesque is the tourist.
From the viewpoint of the Indians of the Caribbean islands,
Christopher Colon, with their hats and red velvet cape,
was a parrot of dimensions never seen before.
From the point of view of the eastern part of the world, on the west is night.
in India who are in mourning wear white. In ancient Europe, the black
color of the fertile earth, was the color of life, and white
color of the bones, was the color of death.
According to the old sages of the Choco region of Colombia,
Adam and Eve were black and blacks were his sons Cain and Abel.
When Cain killed his brother in a club, the wrath of God thundered.
face the fury of the Lord, the murderer turned pale with guilt and fear,
and both pale white to stay until the end of his days.
whites are all children of Cain.
Although it is recent dinner desayuno.Buscando me the origin of a phrase
"Number one, Europeanism, Renzi said, What is known, that we spoke recently with TardewskiCarlos Alberto Fuentealba.40 years married, two daughters aged 14 and 10 years,
, what starts with the very first page of Facundo.
The first page of Facundo.: founding text of the literature in Argentina.
What's in there "says Renzi. A French phrase: thus begins.
As it were Argentina literature begins with a phrase written
in French: On ne tue point les idées (learned by all of us in school
and translated). How Sarmiento Facundo begins.? Counting
how when you start writing in French exile
a slogan. The political gesture is not in the content of the sentence, or
is only there. It is, above all, in fact write in French.
the barbarians come, look at those foreign letters written by Sarmiento
, do not understand: they need someone to come and translate them. And then?
Renzi said. Clearly, he said, cutting between civilization and barbarism
passes by. The barbarians can not read French better are great because
not read French. And Sarmiento's notes: so begins the book with that story
is clear. But that phrase is written by
Sarmiento (The ideas are not killed, at school) and it is already for us,
is not it, is a quotation. Sarmiento writes in French then a quote attributed to Fourtol
while Groussac rushes, with the friendliness
you know, to be noted that Sarmiento is wrong.
The phrase is not Fourtol is of Volney.
is, Renzi said that Argentina literature begins with a sentence written in French
, which is a misquote, wrong. Sarmiento misquoted.
By the time you want to display and brag to your fluid handling
European culture it all comes down
riddled with ignorance and barbarism. "
Ricardo Piglia
artificial respiration
La Rosada blamed the province for the tragedy.
Interior Minister Anibal Fernandez said the governor
Sobisch by violent incidents.
teachers clashed again with police today. (Infobae)
A professor of chemistry at mid-level of 40 years, was seriously injured yesterday
and is in critical condition after being hit by a grenade
lacrimógenodisparada gas by police during a wage claim on a route
Neuquén.
The incident occurred mid-morning yesterday, on Route 22, between the towns of Senillosa
and gullies, 45 km from Neuquén, and when teachers
retreated toward the provincial capital.
The protest was called by the teachers' union under
a stop that prevents the start of classes in the province since May
March. Following the incidents, all the unions of the country's education
going to stop Clarin
According to the account of other protesters, chemistry professor Carlos Alberto Fuentealba, 41, was hit when he held the seat back of a Fiat 147.
According to the story of teachers who were in that sector, a policeman shot from close range
towards the small car.
gas cartridge broke the rear window and struck in the head teacher
and then explode.
"It does not kill ideas"
