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again over the handkerchief ... Elvira Santos

Today I got up very Catholic, so to speak on the topic of which I speak, and I decided to get me a gardener ... well, I'm going to put in a garden, which I hope to go without many scratches. ..

not. That is not a problem religious, however much they want us to see. In this case, is a matter of internal discipline of a school ... that of my children, for example, the rules also prohibited from wearing head coverings, and teach the underwear, and piercings, and tattoos visible. And parents, to enroll children, we accept those rules. This means that a Maori child, his body tattooed in accordance with their ancestral traditions, must be covered to continue in school. Or your partner, as much as you want, you can not look or navel piercing or thong above his pants. And no one can take the head cover, or by whatever reason, if does not harm its health.

In this case, the girl and went to school without a handkerchief, in accordance with the rules that the rest comply. And suddenly decide to put it on, or his father decides that it has to make, which is good or not, but is against school rules. His teammates can not put the hood over his head or covered with a cap. There is a problem of religious freedom but compliance common rules of coexistence ...

is a very serious problem. is the problem of integrating , which are failing strength to want to be holier than Santa Teresa. Let's see, I have worked abroad, and my family have been migrants. For as we learned the language and try to integrate into the society that we received, which is what makes common sense. We also try to maintain our identity, but always trying to stay within a broad framework of respect for our host country ...

But there are certain groups with which it is not fair, is that if I go to Saudi Arabia, UAE, Yemen, or any other country in the Muslim faith, my wife must walk behind me, my wife must take the head covered, my wife can not drive. Etcetera. Etcetera. Etcetera. That is, there, I have to adapt myself, and when they come here, we also have to adapt ourselves? To see that this is not so ... "This did not play that would fit them? Adaptation ... Because

have one thing clear, this problem is not with Muslim families in Spain are generations are fully integrated and tailored and do not suffer or generate any similar problem, then is not a religious problem. It comes with Muslim families who have just arrived, and that far from wanting to be adapted to integrate, they want to live just like in your country.

Unfortunately, fail to be firm and explain what we usually accept to emigrate: that to live like that in my country, I have to stay in my country. That "in Rome, do as the Romans do." fortunately there is freedom of worship here , not like in many other countries, but that the rules of coexistence in a country with freedom of worship should be given outside the relig ion, because then the members of the Church of Scientology or the Jehovah's Witnesses or Buddhists or Protestants, or Catholics, or Hindus, may also require that each school is respected as their costumes, schedules, habits, etc. And this would be chaos.

Because the end, it is a question of boundaries, where do we draw the line here? What handkerchief? Does the veil that reveals only the eyes? Does the burka? Gentlemen, let's be honest for once. In this case, fortunately, Spain is different. Or should be. And if a woman is supposed to be equal to men. To secular law, which is the only one that affects and regulates all equally and that is above religious norms. That is, your religion "x" you may be required to kill a man every day 14 of month, but English law will get you into prison, your religion "x" can allow you to steal the odd days, but English law will get you into jail. Because civil law is that which regulates and guarantees our freedoms over the beliefs and preferences of each. For all to be equal before the other .

This is Spain. This is Spain. Welcome to Spain. We have good things and bad things, but we will not be so bad if you want to come ... wherever it comes.

So please with all due respect, if you want to come to Spain, my home, you are welcome. But do not expect to force my wife to look at the ground in your presence. And sorry, but at home your wife is just like you, so you should be able to talk and think like you, and be able to see the world as equals.

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little more than a kiss whale

Trisha Lambi, "entrapped"

order not to raise that fire without fire,

Innocent of lights, take refuge in your dawn,

Drawing on your belly on the occasion of a kiss

Tiny your hours distant longing ...

I come to live in you, minstrel of nostalgia,

Prisoner of a tear that had pupil

Petalo rustic wind to save the salt of tears,

When life song plays to be lost.

Sometimes I dream of an awakening in this light that I long,

And I run like a madman in pursuit of your smile.

caramel iris breaking, dawn to dusk, the cross of

A verse, forest loss that carves,

Its icy branches, an ancient way ...

grows Where the lyre.

With brio inexhaustible nest in my eagerness,

nourish in my brutal, thirsting for your flowers, curlew

Laughing in your voice, an ocean sleeping slipper

A hurt look in the twilight of these lips, which

Overflow in you the last green of spring unknown.

Come solve your fresh sap in this embrace,

more manly and proper that horizon. Leave be

Anchored in me, spending the night in my silence;

Marea at the meeting of your lips on mine,

When life is little more than a kiss.

Is Implantation Bloodis Watery

Coming to quarantine, you are able to find the courage to look back and remember those who have marked your life, for better and for worse. The College is one of those places where a large part of them, especially because they come to you at that stage of development, concerns, doubts and fears that makes up much of the certainty that you will later; models (and sometimes, regardless, molds) an important part of who you are.


I had the good fortune to live this stage in the College of Our Lady Saint Mary, in Madrid. Experience (model, not print) my parents gave me a permanent basis and personal financial sacrifice for 12 years, from 1 to COU of EGB.

But today, I write to talk about the College, neither of my parents. I write to discuss Elvira Santos, whose death has beaten me today. It has been several years of our last meeting, at the wedding of Angelina and Victor, and many more since I left school back in 1989. However, Elvira has been present throughout all these years in many conversations with my friends, my family, my love and yes, my tenant, which she could understand better than anyone at that time. Elvira

Santos. Romeo called me as a joke years later shared with me when I told the joke was his daughter and her friends ... It made me love reading even taught me how to find a sip of life in every line of a good book, look forward with sincerity and cleaning and never, never, never gave me a reason to lie.

There was not one class that caught my eye, the perfect exercise his office of Master, giving us with enthusiasm how much he enjoyed sharing their time and effort with us. Exuded a sense of humor and sprinkled with fine irony our mistakes, getting motivated to move forward. Also the corridors, filled with the clatter of her heels. Along with Pamen

taught us how good he can become teamwork throughout that year of lectures they gave us in COU, Language and text commentary. What great teachers have been forming, the two, if they had not decided to focus on us, we were not aware then that the fate visited us every day, dressed in these discussions that could fill an hour of class, teaching without we knew it to analyze, evaluate, weigh and decide. By then, we went to class so happy because "we had done nothing", one day I understood it, and I told him after a kind of comment about 'The truth about the case Savolta' by Eduardo Mendoza "Elvira," I said in any class I have to think as much as yours ... "Elvira and Pamen looked, laughed, and Elvira, fixing electrical and me, those sparkling eyes, staring straight ahead, and serious, he replied with a new lesson: " Romeo, if you noticed, apply the story: paranomasia ."

All those who remember today the passion with which he spoke of a good book, a good piece of music, beautiful scenery, you know that in reality, it is gone. Still with us, beside us, laughing with joy every Once one of us opens a book and is dedicated to sip a bit of life in every line. Or when, as I now shed tears to celebrate that Elvira is here, as always, looking over my shoulder as I write these lines I remember, and I 'applied the story. " Thanks Elvira. a big kiss.

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No Limits. "No limits" means that, once you decide to do something, do not you ask yourself beyond limits you to check the pure common sense. I decided to stop smoking once , and soon was so good that I began to overcome limitations in tennis ... until common sense and put a limit orthopedic authentic. That cost me a few kilos in tow, but the doctrine No Limits forced him to start spinning and slowly, slowly jogging through the park. And it is working slowly, but it works. In fact, one of the lungs and to respond when I call ...

So, to get my bum lung slumber, nothing better to say "No limits!" And decide to run a popular race. No, not the marathon, which is not the oven buns ... But between the spinning and my mess jogging in the park and I am able to roll about 10 miles without putting the guts through the mouth, so I enrolled in Liberty Seguros Carrera III, held on 30 May. Why this and not another? At the end of the day, there are many ... Well, I have several reasons:

- May 15 will be a year of the last cigarette "Pa'l chest"

- I have two months to make a specific training and little serious.

- runs through a beautiful area of \u200b\u200bMadrid: Goya, Alcalá, Cibeles, Castellana, Concha Espina and Principe de Vergara to Goya. Can you imagine the joy to run through the streets without cars?

- And, most important: the last 3 miles are ... downhill! So, if the lung fails, I can always take a roll ...

And on top of being able to finish the race , and I can not be happy. At the end of the day, nearly 39 years, recent ex-smokers and 109 Kilos ... man, I hope to lose some more weight from now until race day, lest the Puerta de Alcalá to fall my way ... or Lions are frightened of the goddess Cibeles ...

And so, between us if I just up less than 1 hour, party!

No limits.

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No Limits unwritten traditions

Some traditions, not to be written and publicly punished, sometimes we miss the side, not give them the attention they deserve. Today I talk about one of them, which gave me an intense and intimate experience.

I knew the existence of the Brotherhood through one of its founding members , which released in advance the intentions, feelings, the how and why. Intrigued by her story I asked more information, which he expanded willingly, as if prompted. Hopelessly trapped, I submitted my application for admission, but was "proof" in their little brotherhood.

know It was another way of living the Easter Leon, a little beyond the steps and processions, or maybe a little closer, you never know.

My application for membership was accepted, and at 21:30 began the day by dining, friendly with the precepts of Lent, the cod-with a capital-to ajoarriero which gave us the energy and heat that we were both need. We enjoyed a wonderful addition conversation, with experiences and memories of other nights like that never the same.

then walked relieved to find the back of the College Lions, the rest of the round. Far from the crowds of other acts, Lyric Round Pasional organized by the Confraternity of Christ the unlocked (reduced name) is a discreet event, quiet, sober, not entertained but accompanied by a single drum, a bugle and a ratchet. The maintainer , flanked by torches carried by the brothers, led us raseando their favorite spots of this wonderful "old city and our", telling in "stone line" the reason for the selection of each season.

Thus we speak of the Communards to the doors of the Cathedral, the creation of the Convent of St. Clare, one of the miracles that occurred on its doorstep, the origin of Easter pardon a prisoner at the foot of the Prison, the origin of the Brotherhood of Unlock, the Tres Marias and the rise of Jesus to heaven at the door of Forgiveness in San Isidoro ...

Then we dive into the oldest of Leon and , leaving the neighborhood Wet, we pass to the Church of the market, deepen Lion in medieval to find, between two pieces of wall, the Via Crucis driving, stony silence between stations, the Crucified One way of his destiny. This year will not enter the Convent of the Carbajales for the nuns, and older songs are not for night and asked to sleep in peace to pray in a position, and their hours.

Therefore, after witnessing the passage of all Papon, breathing the silence broken only by the friction of shoes against the pavement layers, also by the required technological toll cameras ( in this case, mea culpa ), we salute and, quietly and slowly, we go where Christ came, he led the way, immersed in reflection, silence and a mixture of anxiety and inner peace.

A coffee-time, at dawn, facing the Palace Boots, we slowly returned to everyday reality as we provide the small amount of heat that need, and withdrawal, free to get to our beds, but sleep for several hours will refuse to come because we will continue intoxicated by all the sensations discovered.

Pedro, Marcos, Sergio , thank you wholeheartedly for your little admit in Brotherhood, for showing me, another year, that Easter in Leon is much, much more than the happy Genarín, and that there are traditions, although not written , which is worth knowing, enjoying and conserving cold feet, heat in the stomach, and hope in your heart.

Photos, hastily addressed to upload this post, do not do justice, even remotely, the environment experienced during the cold-and warm-night Leon. I look forward to, little by little, teach a small corner of Easter sober and elegant, but also Festive.