Dog Sleeps With My Slipper

time

A year is coming to an end and as usual, we start with a mixture of sadness and joy. For some inexplicable reason, which contradicts our experience of life, keep the candida hope that our lives will change radically in the first minutes of January and the final days of the year, retreating bury everything unpleasant, aberrant or harmful that has left his season in our lives.

all know that it is not, that life is not measured in periods of three hundred sixty-five days, but the illusion is often, if not unique, at least the most effective of all remedies against sadness and that is why hope is, of all human feelings, the latest blow to yield to the vicissitudes.

The coming year is symbolized in Eastern astrology and the figure of a white rabbit. This is a year Ying, an ideal time for good works, for peace and relaxation, friendship, kindness and love. Is this precisely what I wish everyone at all times, regardless of whether the year is Ying and Yang, leap or sinister, solar or lunar ... No matter where you are, where you were born, what your language, your name, sex, race or religion. Each person reading this note, I wish you all the happiness you deserve, for the simple fact of being human.

I do not know many times, I made a firm decision to close this page. It is not, as I had the mistake of securing, to anyone that I have inquired about the reasons for my long silence of a unicorn problem of lost, like Silvio Rodriguez masterfully described the loss of inspiration. My muse has always been free to visit when it suits you place and that is why it always comes back to me. It is simply that my life has changed and I can not divert my attention from him material. Whether for better or for worse, I have no desire to give to my spiritual world of a residence on earth.

For now only remains to thank all visitors of this blog, sympathy, friendship, support and that of her soul, that every one of you bequeathed to my verses with reading them. The greatest virtue that has had this space, has been to somehow combine our lives and make you part of me, as I have become part of each of you, your feelings, experiences and dreams.

May this coming year, will serve as a crucible for the realization of all your dreams, fantastic and impossible they may seem.

that they lack the joy, warmth and sustenance.

That never lack the support of a helping hand.

Above all things that do not lack love.

Happy New Year.

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We can end how are you cherry ...

These cold days have made me think-bit, then head hurts and it pisses me off, "about the way we carry, and how we finish, unless some aliens decide to invade just today and Mr Market is definitely going to take winds ...

Funny how the same image can lead to different thoughts, even opposing ... in this case, my thinking is that "We can finish how are you cherries."

- As the cherries: Crowded, grouped in bundles, one above the other, limiting our relationships to those we reach with our cherry stem.
- such as cherries, manipulated and exploited by intermediaries, which in our case do not add more value to be those who clean the conscience of the powerful, not fired, but we used his favorite phrase "no longer need of its services, please talk to your company "
- As the cherries, it doomed to be devoured, either rot slowly into our box without a public health service in proper condition to heal.
- such as cherries, completely disoriented, complaining of the company, missing him as they take us out of the pile, feeling panic when we realize that we are going to eat, we are going to grind ... or maybe ...

- perhaps it will be the ornament the cake ... and smile thinking that we still here to stay.
- may end up realizing that we can be similar, but we each have a different flavor. And we do imagine your mouth water.
- Perhaps we become aware that we are beautiful, tasty, bright. And we feel proud of ourselves.

And, although we are not cherries, and even though we are absolutely incapable of creating a society to live up to our ideals, man, "per se" is a creature well done ...

Indeed, cherries, purchased in the Mercado de la Plaza Mayor, were delicious. mmmmmmm

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Creed

Hieronymus Bosch (El Bosco) "San Juan Bautista in meditation"

Blessed are ye, when my account

you revile and persecute you and say all

class of evil against you lying

Matthew 5:11

My temple is the stone,

Errante pedestal of the universe,

Alma cloisters in the hardness of a second

Where to put proscenium love my age.

an instant my life is the flower of the road and

I this dream legacy as the son disowned

A latent desert memory of the night, which

gave A dew grass between my tears,

Lair of my anxieties, shelter eventual

Land season, which is coveted and cursed in

secular memory of this promise.

Facing the city, more than five years have seen

expired in my embarrassment, rescued the ambiguous line

Their lights, muffled silence of anger and austere.

On my way uncertain dust rests forever

That came off of my plants thoroughly.

Heaven is a fire where millions of souls

flooded with the sunset, crying out my back.

But the time has closed my last injury and these hands

That will return to dust without touching, without further compensation

What a stroke of wood one day will boost your blessing

on a guild crucial, where love will flag.

Alan Parson Project, "Do not let it show"

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Reflections on retirement age

We need to work more ...

We have to win less ...

already posted something about it when they began to prepare for higher minimum retirement age. It is not if we retire at 65 or 67, make no mistake-not be fooled.

This is if those who insist on delaying the retirement age will want to hire us, or continue to count on us, after 55. Are they going to stop "early retirement" with 51, 53, 55? Because if they say we serve to work until 67 ...

Or was it something else?

At worst, and you already know I'm an anarchist and a suspicious-it's a big trap in the medium and long term:
1 - Follow cheaper labor, where "early retirement" to one of 55 , saves a paste hiring an eager puppy to conquer the world and panic at the unemployment line. As a result, more profit for the company. Of course, eventually the time comes when they realize that they have capitalized the company, there is no one with experience who knows how to get out of a crisis, and the company is sinking (I'm reminded of an example in telecommunications equipment industry ...) You want proof? Has anyone asked why not do the same with the Managing Directors, CEOs etc?

2 - Reduce the costs of Social Security. Now, if an ordinary citizen loses his job at 55, and must be living badly the next 12 years to be able to retire, where unemployment runs out and desperate, has to take jobs paying below their capacity and productivity, will be very, very few, who upon retirement to obtain the maximum pension. As a result, we retire in 25 years, we spent trying to survive, and what you save on pension spent on treating depression increase (if there are still health for all, that's next), increased of crime ("we hear this" who wants to be sure, that hire private security?) etc ...

Of course, our beloved politicians still ensuring the future well-based, accounting charges guaranteed public pensions "thank you" ...

Meanwhile, I pay taxes to continue funding the "welfare" ...

The only pension they deserve the great majority of them is the full board in Alcala-Meco, bunch of crooks ...

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Charging batteries - All for lung

I have communicated very soon return to the heat of battle, which again do not know if I will be victorious but I will try in any case out alive ...

Meanwhile, I seize every moment I can to charge batteries, hybrid car which recovers energy from braking ... Hopefully not a fiasco like KERS in Formula 1!

And is that while some relax taking pictures, others relax in the Temple of Debod, feeling in his face the sunset ...
lung
and everything ...

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We are agilipollando and not what we allow

Now it is not disputed if Vargas Llosa deserves the Nobel Prize in literature for its literary quality. We discuss whether to give to a man and strongly declared "right". Romanones already said, "Wow, what troops!"

First, it is liberal, not "right-wing and strongly declared" liberal Moreover, in the original sense of the word liberal is not only economically, but also in the human, social, as opposed to the dictatorships of all kinds ... well i think that is clear ... it should not be necessary because we are assessing its quality as a writer, not political ideology. You hear, I want my boss valued for good or bad my work, not if I like him about the government's monetary policy of Uzbekistan ...

Incidentally, I liked García Lorca, and much, maybe because it was left, but stopped when I learned to like it "fag." And that he wrote one of the poems heterosexual relationships more heart put me in my youth, the unfaithful wife (the one night I ran / the best of roads / mounted on a nacre mare / without bridle stirrups / Do not want to tell, man / the things she said ... and I took her to the river / thinking it was girl / but she had a husband). But then of course, being a fag ... goodbye to Gypsy Ballads, and him to be buried in the garden of The House of Bernarda Alba.

Something similar happened to me Cela, who stopped liking as a writer when I found out I was right or was when she married the second? Or when he spoke on television that he was able to absorb 2 liters of water for anal? So I decided not to re-read The Family of Pascual Duarte, even fascinated me from the beginning. And my only connection to the hive is that occasionally I take honey, and I'm thinking also let the chicken was of the Alcarria ...

Miguel Hernández, buf, better not talk about him because he was Republican ... Nanas Farewell to the onion and the Song and Ballad of absences. Fernando Fernan Gomez

stopped acting like it when I found out it was the right, or was when he let his famous "fuck"? Farewell to The Beehive, The Butterfly's Tongue and Don Mendo's revenge. Alfredo Landa

also list the Valley of the Fallen, so I forget or Crack ... The Holy Innocents pass and exile also Delibes, who also hunted and never liked to hit shots that the bugs ... Diary of a goodbye to the hunter, Rats and of course in the shade of cypress, however long it was. Gabriel García Márquez

turns out to be too left-wing or revolutionary, or Bolivarian and serve this paragraph as Chronicle of a Death Foretold banish him 100 years of solitude. Threshold

politically elusive, personally disqualified when he went to "talk about his book, I never liked as a writer, so I never caused a conflict.

But the worst, by far, everything is my latest discovery. I just found out that Rafael Nadal is ...

Real Madrid. Fuck. What is he thinking?

now I have to stop watching tennis ...

As former had said, "What the fuck have to do with eating wheat?"

Every day I am more convinced that we are agilipollando to consciousness, conscience, and what is worse, without conscience. We are going to become spherical asshole, which are those that look for where you look, are jerks. And I do not think we should allow it.

Certainly, sir Vargas Llosa, mi más sincera enhorabuena, creo que se lo merece. Y de paso, gracias por Los cachorros, Pantaleón y las visitadoras, La fiesta del chivo, Las travesuras de la niña mala...

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Through the Looking Glass ...

No se por qué, pero llevo un tiempo mirando al cielo y los espejos, buscando algo... aunque aún no he descubierto qué.

No se por qué, pero cada vez me atraen más las formas caprichosas que adoptan las nubes y su manera de filtrar la luz, como si quisieran transmitirme que a pesar del sol, o del viento, ellas siguen siendo capaces de crear belleza por si solas.

do not know why, but every time I hypnotize over the reflections of the reality that I return the mirrors, and often I'm dumbfounded, looking from the reality and reflection, trying to figure out what more realistic of the two, which is closer to my concept of what must be the truth.

This past week, however, can not be described by the mess tremebundo that have shaped and reflected reality, fusing the images and confuse the lines of my thinking to get completely disoriented ... Alicia almost as if about to cross the mirror.

This past week, so far, has been poised to me, made me face the odd demon believed outdated and forgotten, and I have been on a roller coaster of conflicting feelings that has been almost cost me dearly ...

phase change - hope - new opportunities - illusion - Gatillazo the head - another attempt - Gatillazo the head - hopelessness - misunderstanding - disbelief - cutresalchichero snack - and I seek my chestnuts - new opportunities - the same dog with different collar - the collar is at least better - decision - you stick by me - that no one can understand - "what??

Luckily as my friend Eugenio I have the feet on the ground and a lot of ability to bind current situations with past events and thinking to shoot someone I remembered the lesson Sergeant ballistic Arensibia (Stories of the P. .. military, Thursday, the magazine that comes out on Wednesday): "l a bullet leaves a toa Lesh and slowly falls for assión the fuersa of gravity, and if there were no gravity ... Fall under its own weight ! "


Indeed, in the end everything falls under its own weight, which in my case a lot, and I just had to sit a minute and close your eyes to regain my priorities clear.

continued ...
PS: Clicking on the picture is bigger and better ...

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Dolccisima Hot Words Award

seems that we are in a time of gifts.

Today I want to thank Myriam ( http://clst-c.blogspot.com/ ), kindness to give me this award so beautiful. She has a talent for graphics and a host of talents, all based on very sensitive and enlightened intelligence.

happens to me and to Paloma Corrales, who I spend my life surrounded by wonderful people and if any of them I'm flattered I can not but be amazed. Thanks

Myriam, I receive your prize with endless wonder and satisfaction.

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A piece of sunshine

today's entry is dedicated to a very special person. Expressive, lively, outgoing, multifaceted, endowed with exquisite taste and a peculiar view of the world, thanks to the aforementioned virtues, and his perfect mastery of prose, can move with amazing ease, unsuspected regions of time and space.

This person has kindly to share with me a prize, which recently received entitled "Sunshine Award" and I, following his example, I want to share my time with people who make the existence of "Tenant" with moral support and work , which adds impetus to my own work.

In summary, besides Idoia, which is the person to whom I refer to the beginning of these lines, and his wonderful blog "But there is no chemical biology ( http://sinquimicanohaybiologia.blogspot.com/ ) I want to dedicate this award to:

Yraya and witty, fun, human blog "Mundomaltratado" http://mundomaltratado.blogspot.com/

Gianna and her self-titled blog, which deals with all matters of this world http://gianna264.blogspot.com/

Myriam and blog dedicated to magic, the esoteric and world religions " Psiconavegando paradigms http://clst-c.blogspot.com/

Taty magnificent waterfall and poetry blog "Sequence of the soul." A gift for sensitive souls http://secuenciasdelalma.blogspot.com/

Luisa Navarrete and fascinating world that gives us his brush in "Flying to the stars" http://volandohacialasestrellas.blogspot. com /

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Ginesta and his blog "Art & Cesc." A window to the inner world of a great artist plastic http://cescginesta.blogspot.com/

Javi and his blog dedicated to culinary art. A page insurmountable, written with taste and broad knowledge of the subject http://lacocinadejavitxu.blogspot.com/

Agustina and Mariano, with its universal museum http://elconventillodelamuseologa.blogspot.com/

Paul Kieffer, deserves this award for the unsurpassed quality of his work and his great heart http://trovasdepablo.blogspot.com/

Paloma Corrales and his wonderful book, full of life, passion and sensitivity http://alcobaparalela.blogspot.com/

Jesica and Marcelo for his uncanny ability to turn words into clouds http://palabrascomonubes.blogspot.com/

Tony Ames and his formidable yard more than just good poetry http://amestyfermoso.blogspot.com/

and also dedicate this all possible awards Ursula Botticelli, without which this blog would not have come into existence and Carmen Siffredi whose friendship transcends all borders.

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Stories of El Retiro (VII - Tanagustito)

We are here ... Tanagustito ... joer and quisisera Ortega Cano ...

's hot. A lot. But in reality, there is nothing wrong here, so Agustito El Retiro, peazo park, next to this monument peazo, peazo lions, hence I would like to see the Angel Christ that, in these peazo derrengao stairs, taking the sun, breeze, watching the sea, well the lake, the kids in the small boats, hee-hee, ha-ha, do you fire? "You better with my eyes, that you take you far from the burner pa? haha what spark, you see around us? maybe next time, I have now caught the position ... I fucked, they want me to put a row, now tanagustito questoy ...

That give me the all ...

I just need the beer cold, the truth is that it could go to shop and catch one, mmmm how rich a birrita ... Where is the kiosk? joer, the other lao the lake, which laziness ... now that I have caught the position ... I'd rather stay here a while and I hope to go the weight is on the camera, I have fried, just do not think I realized it is not pulling the horse ... I would say something, but I'm a sloth, so Agustito that I am here ... Look him in the pants, shirt, backpack carrying that huge, that no longer take things for the camera, look at him like sweat, so that I am here Agustito desparramao ...

course as he is also tanagustito, now that is not currando and doing something that seems to like ... if 'tie K'ab people for everything'.... health as colleague, to enjoy.

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Salvador Dali,

"My wife nude contemplating her own body becoming a straight, three Vertebrae of a Column, Sky and Architecture."

1945. Oil on wood 61 × 52 cm.

Two emerald treasure sad

A piece of sea on the mirror,

That in my heart plasma tears and laughter,

Shame, compassion, perhaps despite ...

Devotion, if the well of my dreams

Your face appears, but if you're away,

Storm are: window open at the touch of the night

Where, Light defenseless, crying horizon.

From broken ruby \u200b\u200breveals successes,

- mistakes maybe - my hectic fire;

A perennial stream that flows to the surface,

Note essential verb roses

jump in my blood, which preaches a nest

Lust, like the moon sunless stranded in

the west, back to a verse unfaithful

never used to be, your age, the fertile slopes.

light to lift in this picture, you have nourished

The fullness of time, the dilapidated corners

An abysmal cave, where just yesterday, was born

Star; genuine plural blue dimension,

That outside his path to win the sky, up

Pedestal of sadness, and stage and voice of a

Passion which constantly blessed, as an act crucial

The existence, the warmth of your lips on my kiss.

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Stories of El Retiro (VI - Lemon granita)

A full day of summer together, not knowing quite what to do ... talking, walking, toured El Retiro for hours, exchanging confidences, that yes, this does not, that who knows ... Every Bind, accidentally, a touch of our shoulders, or better yet the bare skin of our arms that causes me electric shock and I get very, very nervous ...

hinted at some point his hand down her back, not too high to force a rapprochement, not too low so you do not think I want to go too fast ... So my father calls it "beating around the bush", but do not quite see clearly what you mean, what will have to see partridges with all this ... If I have not noticed response on their part ...

Suddenly she took the initiative and said "I have a lot of heat, would you like a lemon slush?" I managed to stammer a response only when she sighed and grabbed my hand and pulling me, "Go, go" we walked to the kiosk. Thankfully, let me pay, at least not without the feeling that I keep some initiative ...

But it is only an impression, I return to grab your free hand and leads me to the monument next to the pond, look for the shadow side and I "discovered" by chance this little corner where we settled , crossed legs, blessed lemon granita has given me more in a minute what I conseguidoen all morning ...

I look into my eyes and asks me "what do you think?" of course, not what to say, bewildered me, I can not really tell you what I think, and would call me piggy running, and I certainly shake up a slap ... She looks at me, smiling, "is right here, right?" change of position and closer, with the cold glass of iced lemon on my thigh and the warmth of her bare arm on my knee, I'll go crazy.

is determined, as I will run out of lemon to attack does not happen today, here, now, or I drop it or I fall with all the equipment, but I can not go on like this, I will leave for boring ... or a coward ... look at me, smiles and paste a long sip lemon, watch the glass and find that it has not lowered the level is deceiving me, or maybe giving me time to decide? If I am already decided ... and she has stopped looking at me, now just look to the vessel while simulating drinking, and I am increasingly nervous ...

¿Do you get it over the damn lemon??

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Stories of El Retiro (V - Charging the 7 th of Photography)

sometimes succumb to the temptation to title the pictures with the thought that came to me when taking it. So this is called "The burden of the 7 th of Photography" I was chasing when suddenly innocent victims came as a mob, almost no talk among themselves, began to deploy the tripods cameras, lenses, and were given the task of beating shutter peppering the poor source who chaired the roundabout.

I noticed the same thing other times I've seen similar actions, such as "The charge of the Light Brigade" and was acting like a pack, all following the leader. Wherever he planted-o '-plantuvo' your tripod, is placed beyond all to silence, the sound of their shutters, the crystalline sound of the fountain. All from the same place, all from the same height, all doing everything the same ... and I thought that the "no one will think what you like him?" What kind teacher is the one that does not react to something? Because, were placed in the worst possible place, directly opposite the sun, and one was a great time watching with narrowed eyes at the camera, trying to change the settings over the temporary blindness ...

Luckily at that time the girl in red pants and looked at them all separated, not much, but at least just enough to see everything from a different perspective, that is what it is, " no?

For my part, immortalize the moment, irrelevant as everyone, and I went with my music elsewhere, a mistake I just ...

PS: And here is the source from where it was the 7 th of Photography ...

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Stories of El Retiro (IV - Meditating)

an attitude. One way to live life rather than see it or understand it.

Miro, behold, I breathe not only through the nose, also through the eyes, breathe every color, every shape, every passing blur to me, quickly immersed in the whirlwind of hustle, sweat, results, run, run, do you know where you are going? No matter, the important thing is to run, someone will find along the way tell me where I go, or where to go, or ...

Unos buscan inspiración, otros relajarse, otros quieren disfrutar del momento… yo simplemente existo y vivo, soy consciente del momento, mi respiración, suave, leve, ligera, me proporciona únicamente el oxígeno necesario, no más, no menos, al ritmo necesario, no más rápido, no más lento, soy feliz confundido con la hierba, con los árboles, con la brisa que serpentea entre todos nosotros llenando mis oídos de murmullos que me hablan de todo lo vivo que me rodea...

He descubierto lo poco que necesito para ser; no para ser feliz, no para ser rico, no para ser envidiado, sólo para ser.

Y sin embargo, también I understand you who still have not been able to overcome your instincts, mastering your passions, independizaros of any convention. I understand, I breathe your love for those who wish, filter and your hatred transpired that frighten you, those who do harm, chew your sorrow to those who do not understand you.

And yes, I understand also the hunter who found me and caught me without my noticing, partly because of its ability, in part because I sought him, because although it had been in front of me at that time would not have seen ...

If not for the itch ...

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Stories of The Retirement (III - This is really Rock'nRoll)

Material To Reupholster A Boat

Stories of El Retiro (II-The Pirate Song)

frankly. He wanted to publish this photo as part of the series "Stories of The Retreat" for several reasons. The first, which is one of the photos I took this hot summer afternoon and, as I took, I thought "this, for the blog.
The second, the picture conveyed to me a lot, in my opinion is one of those scenes that make you "feel".
The third, which is a common sight on any day Summer Retreat, and should have a story.

The problem is I have not managed to write anything but I'm ashamed of myself. I admit. I tried to give you round and round, and I have not managed to write three decent lines make me think that "if you read another, I am outraged."

Then, I remembered that in my opinion was the best caption of the modern history of journalism: The photo on the front page of the newspaper El Mundo, Rociito wedding. In the photo, the happily married parents of the bride and their partners. The caption, simple, sincere and descriptive: "the hairdresser, the fighter, the matador, the folklore, the Guardia Civil and pregnant girlfriend." The best description of the deep Spain, with capital letters.

I decided to upload a photo without a story, only with a caption, descriptive enough and was deciding between "The Richal, the Yoni, the Tito and Vane" and "One paddle, three facing" when I remembered of what went through my mind when I saw the scene, I raised my camera and took the photo . I swear it's true, thanks to Espronceda today released the best text of the short history of this humble blog. Pirate Song


Ten guns on each side,
booming, full sail,
not cut the sea, but fly a sailing brig
.
called pirate bark,
for his bravery, Feared, On every sea

known to one another boundary.

The moon shimmers on the sea, on canvas
groans the wind and rising

gentle movement of silver and blue waves;
and see the pirate captain,
singing gaily on the poop,
Asia on one side Sees Europe,
and there to his forehead Stambul:

"Sail on, sail mine
without fear, that no enemy ship

or storm, or boom your way to twist
enough, or hold
your value. Twenty

dams have made to spite

English, and have yielded

their banners
hundred nations
at my feet.

That's my boat my treasure, my god
is freedom,
my law, and wind power,
my only home is the sea. There

move
blind kings fierce wars
by a foot of land,
I have here by my
it covers the wild seas,
anyone who imposed laws. And there
beach
be anyone, no flag

splendor,

not feel my right to breastfeed

and my value.

What is my vessel My treasure is my god
freedom
my law, and wind power,
my only home is the sea.
A voice of 'boat comes! "
is to see how it turns
and prevents
at full speed to escape;
I'm king of the sea,
and my anger is fear. The dams



I divide it equally caught
;

just want the beauty and richness

unrivaled.

That's my boat my treasure, my god
is freedom,
my law, and wind power,
my only home is the sea.

am condemned to die!
I laugh;
not leave me luck,
and I condemn it, hang
any antenna,
perhaps his own ship.
And if I fall,
what is life?

For lost I gave it, when the yoke

slave,
as a brave,
shook.

That's my boat my treasure, my god
is freedom,
my law, and wind power,
my only home is the sea.


My music is the Northwind

the noise and tremor rocked the cables, the black sea

bellows and the roar of my guns. And the thunder

to are violent, and wind

to rebramar, I fall asleep

calm,

lulled by the sea.

That's my boat my treasure, my god
is freedom,
my law, and wind power,
my country is the sea. "

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Portrait Prelude to Night

have tried in vain, and blows of shrapnel,

bring down the veil of your swollen eyelids

manly tears poured from the homeland,

Shame and insomnia, when the late afternoon,

Spring pretends not to know that you're dying.

In vain have cut off the path of your steps,

Rising flower moaning on the threshold of heaven,

Escondida in your shadow, nettle is born,

Frostwolf summer, which displays the north, without shame,

His paw and orphan of auroras, the wind roars.

Erecting this dream has cost us blood

still cost more blood and pain to lose. know

land wound of silence, the

Terror iniquity bequeathed to our race, there

Under the Southern Cross, where the night was scourge.

Silvio Rodriguez "Santiago de Chile"

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Stories Retreat (I) Be calm

Like many other afternoons, long before his time, perhaps too, brought the little value he had and decided to confront his greatest fear, that blank page always wanted to fill with all that seethed within him, he shortened his breath and filled chest distress. I wanted to share their feelings, to involve everyone in their ideas, their concerns, their passions, get llorásemos and risks all as she did every day.

Like so many other evenings, they forced the uncertain adventure inside looking out trying to decide where to start, what to tell first, how to spin it to what came next. It was not easy, because in fact there was not even beginning to use as an anchor. Thousand sparks of interest claimed his attention at the same time, fluttering around at full speed and with independent trajectories, making it very difficult to choose any one to begin his story.

Like so many other evenings, he was unable to channel this whirlwind of emotions without destroying itself by the way, incapable of the effort to translate their feelings into words on a blank sheet of paper the words that came to mind not reflect anything like what she felt, how he felt ... . should be something that would make the reader sit expectantly

uncertain
risky
scared ...
should be something that would provide joy, hope

,
daring,
pride
and, of course, love.

was so, so hard ...

sought to escape, or help, or inspiration, it was not clear why, in a park near his home, perhaps hoped that the calm that pervaded the park in the summer heat, friction slightly damp grass on her feet, the sound of wind stirring the leaves of trees, contribute to ease their anxiety and sooth your spirit and show the way ...

Time passed and the frustration was becoming almost bored when he looked up, rubbing his eyes, trying to find a spark in the darkness of closed eyes, and saw him. A Cyclops spying on her from the other side of the hedge behind which guarded. A body tall, big, broad shoulders and a square head and black eye protruding elongated and width. After an initial moment of shock, he realized what he was seeing, breathing, smiling as he recovered breath.

Yet, when he saw that guy shooting his moment of melancholy, he put aside his obsession to take outside everything that was inside and began to imagine the history of this man, tall, in quarantine, slightly that overweight watched with a mixture of melancholy and understanding when it dropped the camera.

At that time, your heart, your brain and acted the magic pen and the words began to flow at full speed, filling the damn blank page with the story of a man who, tired of so many evenings crashing against the impenetrable wall of a blank page, decided to become a hunter of images, and while searching for the final image, "image" that would say everything without words, found in other reflection of his past ...

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Regalame that field of wild violets,

nourish a flash of unfinished

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my last brother of your shadow,

Allende is nostalgia planets armed

routes are no longer warm miracles

Neither the remote light of a time that has not been

Scale abrupt mirror in which I am,

Stigma faithful in your eyes made smile when

The alone invokes a word in my shame,

A clear and fertile word that was never caress.

The voice of your memory shelters me, burning of

evenings silence, under your hand can still vibrate

The fire, if broken into the night to moan

A piano, a complete illusion, as the dawn

Consume, unstoppably, in light of our stars.

Regalame goodbye to blue violet, not spell,

order not to perish in the back of your embrace remote.

Ryuichi Sakamoto, "Merry Christmas Mr. Lawrence"

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Wonder

long time ago a friend told me that sometimes shake the desire to leave the desert, literally "to be quiet."

That "be quiet" included, of course, you can shout all you want, running, jumping, throwing stones, hitting or kicking sand in the air ...

Interestingly, I thought I understood what she meant, because I too wanted it to go into the wilderness to "be quiet."

Over the years, I realized that actually what my friend wanted, what I also needed was let off steam, to go somewhere to take literally the three voices, release all the bad and negative in him to stay, "softer than a glove," without causing collateral damage, we will not spoil your time to anyone or to hurt someone close. Gradually we discovered that in the absence of desert, we could try to do the same based on fitness, giving blows to a bag, running to lléndonos Forrest Gump or drinking with colleagues in the office, yes, taking care not to invite the objective of our screams ...

After we got married, had children, and soon discovered another meaning of "be quiet", "how I like to spend a few days at home by myself without my wife giving me the barrel, without the kids touching the nose, dedicating myself alone and only me ... " Come on, what comes to be the life-Rodríguez.

The fact is that now "I am calm," Rodriguez bone. I'm just at home while my wife was on the beach with the children a week. Not the first year that passes, and it has served to confirm what I already knew all along: that I am worth for this, as I am, without it, the bed made me huge, a lonely moor where I toss and turn restlessly. And my eyes become useless because they only see walls instead of your face. And without children, empty house is a mansion that makes me think that what I want to change to a bigger ... Before going to bed moor my passage through the rooms, as every day, to say good night, kiss them while they sleep, and only find a dollhouse-sized and empty of anything important.

So tonight I have dreamed I was in the desert, as this summer, with them, really enjoying what it means to "be quiet." -----


The picture was taken this summer in Almería, in a development called "Desert Springs". Hope you like it.

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While Dad gets life

and Inessa Garmash Michael, "Looking at the Waves"

Since you are not the rains have gnawed

secular In our house, the rigid foundation.

Draw the wind inescapable arabesques

Cal between the friezes, the night is the agony

Improper a penalty; lackey of persistent

That light north without perishing, defeated

of anxiety, in many lights nut.

Naked in the afternoon, whiten walls,

Spilled in your sky, remains a tear

A piece of sunshine in the fog cystic without

innate innocence of a twilight appearance.

Life is a miracle of fleeting shadows,

A bard who failed to have Moral,

That is not enough to be sea on the verge of a sigh,

Neither the fateful slip of a dream, be a star.

cadent Under the backdrop of your eyelids, my dreams,

treasure the wake truly unforgettable;

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As kisses waiting outdated farming.

Since you are not, my house is a sigh,

A blue flight taxed indulgent lark.

Somewhere the two, the night is a second

To die a little, as life gets.