Monday, July 26, 2010

Words For Congradulating

Chronicle of a return to paradise

Grie George, "The way out"

C prickly in the violence of a lament mostr abase the common face a bad oc appointed éano, withdrawn in anger fad ignored, wild and voracious, like a planet unknown.

Apr IASE, the posthumous decline the month, a gray barrier in the west, innocent stage the next night, hungry seagulls mottled light, offspring of a distant horizon banned , where the land became a reminiscence, the threshold divergent jaws of a flight.

bleaching on the blue abyss, tr rival, a single candle. Locked in his dilapidated wooden bowl, a sad little man sharpened the senses in the path of the sun and die.

After vague line that belched the night, the man I fancied the sinuous curves land, soft and seductive in the distance, like women's breasts promising coat.

But the earth was the coffin of a dream, a dream that other matter in the horizon, where the anxieties make sense.

above and the wind stirred the water, shook the rigging embraced the candle. Well advanced in parallel crescendos, the wind and the night, waving indolent man and his boat, meat and wood, as one body, united in the violent pulse a hand in the tim ng lost in the fog that swallowed the stars piercing and left, held in a vacuum, monotonous note of a storm.

Man, copper complexion and hands gigantez ins Wavelet, homelessness had enrolled in his eyes. Your skin will guess once white, now toughened by as element was ready to record their mark on human skin. His cheeks withered, her eyes looking frantic ... everything is hidden behind the thicket of a beard scruffy and smelly, which inextricable jungle in the center of a mouth opened of chapped lips and teeth stained by innumerable vices.

If they had many names, did not remember that the cu al baptized him. ever led a prosperous existence, without having left for it to be poor, but as fate would one day let you know misfortune. Unexpectedly changed the route of their presumed destination, time ceased to be the pleasant river that crosses cavalier extension of life, sowing uncertainty and fast passing. The man was stripped of everything, forever banished to a place hidden in jungle, where they would languish in the throes of his illusions shattered, inmates in its class.

There made the gall to die under the whip, and followed in the evening by the moan insidious jungle and tangible ghost fever, which germinated in the dunes, marsh and filled the air with miasma infected a land where the world ends.

After countless weeks of bleeding in silence, listening to death making nests in front of his face was discovered or dragged into the night to race instinct, shattering his body at the tapered body of the forest, vowing devour each step.

Only a stroke of luck tore or for the claws of the jaguar, the bite infallible of the serpent, from the jaws of a hundred butchers owners of that suffocating realm where he was an intruder.

After és having run without break for a day and night, embracing the terror at every turn of his agony, divisó un claro en la maleza donde se alzaba a hurtadillas un puñado de chozas de palma y bambú. 

El claro se abría en semicírculo sobre la corriente soñolienta del rio donde, casi inmóvil en la oscuridad, se alzaba la silueta de un mástil.

El hombre alcanz ó la orilla amparado en las ventajas de la hora temprana, saltó a la barca y, soltando amarras, se puso al pairo. La corriente lo arrastró con fuerza y al daybreak sailing in the middle of the channel, shut in the blinding green weeds.

Tom or the precaution of hiding in the jungle heat of the day raving about blue strip behind the trees was covered with stars and the the din subsided jungle of monkeys, the ship pulled out of hiding and returned to the monotonous course of the stream.

Thus he or go without being seen to villages and regiments and the dawn of the third day, reached the delta of the river and slipped, fleetingly, into the ocean.

Fu é that same fear of being discovered, which forced him to venture into the sea to keep track of all land. First there was the strip of the coast blanquiverde later plumes of snowy mountains and when, at dusk, he was surrounded by the undulating desert of waters, all the tiredness of the leak surfaced suddenly in his body and threw him on cover.

It felt like a child rocked gently at the whim of the breeze. The certainty of being free him from the heart with laughter that recoiling on the water, frightening the gulls with their barrage ring burdensome and awkward.

So the hours passed without recording their mark wandering between fuzzy feelings, but at dusk the light vanished without ado, the breeze was covered with gray frigidity and deployed an avalanche noise on face of the sky.

The surround ed the storm, a man filled with concern serene warrior what awaits his next fight. He had sailed northward, seeking salvation in foreign nation, he had finally lost sight of the face of the continent and the storm hit, he kept fighting for hours against the treacherous swell to have the sudden feeling that the sea retreated calm.

was just a mere illusion on of his senses, his soul maimed by the dark, cold and the heat of the rain. It was coming down to the abyss of a watery abyss and tenacious, like his own sadness, on which the mass hurtling helplessly roaring of a wave.

At the last moment he sensed the approach of death, he felt something hard the night he cut off the road and in the corner preliminary unconsciousness, his thought elev or to the depths of the firmament, where they seek the souls the posthumous reason for their existence.

Clarity spread or as a mantle from the horizon and hit the face of man embraced the tree. A sharp pain made him know that he was still alive. To the surprise of being alive a sense of ancestral continued joy was soon deleted by the certainty of being abandoned in the dunes of the ocean; indefeso and wandering through a desert of tender heart, sentenced to die calcined forever devoured in the jaws of their abyss.

cursed loudly when they rescued him chance or storm. Pound his fists on the wood until he was exhausted, oblivious to the pain of his knuckles bleed.

Shaken by light waves of the sea was calm, they abandon or to remember the pitfalls of his life. He was surprised to discover a rough past, filled with most crimes varied essence of petty vices and ambitions infertile. It felt worthless and your mind numb body took the idea of \u200b\u200bdivine punishment. is made to mourn disconsolate, basting with tears choppy brand verses rescued faded in the background of dark irregular memory.

to prayer was abandoned with the passion of someone who recognizes the brink of death, the tender thought of the homeless, lulled by the murmur of his voice dull, to be mired in indifference unabated, oblivious to everything around him; boundless extension, as poor in details, which failed to perceive the plane shape of a fin, until it was brought in the direction of his gaze.

The word "shark on" its way into your mind, tinged with all the terror that is innate. A wave of panic seized the man, his body was shaken by an earthquake mean, almost painful. Began to climb desperately trying to get to hocajadas on saving the tree but could not maintain his balance and was released one another and back again into the water. fin had drawn a perfect circle, cleaving the waves with alacrity, proceeded to front trail toward the helpless figure of man, his eyes closed and arms clinging to the tree, waiting his death.

In the dim light of his closed eyelids, a child laugh is opened or step in the wind, dispelling the stubborn clamor of the gulls ...

The man opened or eyes and found himself facing a creature of unparalleled presence; front wide and looked smooth on their sides, like pearls set with two little eyes looking cheerful . The tiny little teeth crowned face was projected on a sort of muzzle, intervals let out a laugh almost human.

E l man had never seen a delf unusual creature in and struck him happy and an angel of the waters. Great was the surprise when the whale offered his back and the man, giving thanks to God, embraced him and drifted freely the waves.

The island did not evoke common sites. It was not the v értigo wild in the mountains, or suffocating tangle of the jungle, both unless the cold emptiness of the wilderness.

sun Intoxicated, freely meandering stretch of white beach. On his vague limit germinated fertile vegetation, not the raging of the jungle thicket poisoned and surly, but rather the magical view of the remote paradise.

Vegetable, everywhere, exotic trees laden with juicy fruit and sweet as honey. The brief extension of a sheltered grove in its shadow song birds, curlews colorful regal creatures dissimilar, that fluttered around the man, unrelated to suspicion and violence.

the shade of trees flowed a spring of fresh water, whose stream was poured through a narrow channel in a large coastal lagoon. As every summer, the lake was full of dolphins in heat, the room was cozy and was protected from waves by a solid reef. The pond bottom was covered of marine plants, anemones, corals and crystalline rocks and polished like jewels.

INCOSE man kneeling and elev the clear sky or a languid prayer tearful. He never had believed fervently in God, baptism far it joined his church, throwing away the demon from her soul, seemed to have immunized against divine action. There was no pain as sin without fear of punishment sinuous hell, paradise crave more worldly pleasures. Now, however, present ed to the creator in every corner, filling his voice vibrating felt the wind in the palms, I heard his footsteps in the pounding water kissing the shore, palpable the fire of the miracle of light that filled the air and waved their lives in the corpuscles of the land and into the depths of the ocean brave insurgent.

He felt or free from all their iniquity, ready to change his life random and brutal by accusing those ubiquitous front their eyes and for the first time in many years, was happy.

A warm ma nana postwar officer guard aboard a battleship of the Imperial Army, he saw a human silhouette on the surface a deserted island. To be brought on deck, the man in ques ng, proved a old man and often covered with hair, hastily speaking in a jargon of birds. It was impossible to determine their age and how much time had passed in that site. On the rough face of the island not even grass grew, not perceived the slightest manifestation of organic life, the only source of fresh water was a murky trickle that was born among the rocks slipped and stumbled to death in a foul swamp of the coast. The bare surface of the island was covered with bones of birds and fish, seeds, remnants of campfires and wood contraptions purpose suspicion.

The m edical of the troops, not understanding a word of what the old man muttered, finally decided he was crazy and the crew decided to get rid of the madman on the first leg on land. The ship sailed the waters and heavily vanished on the horizon .

abandoned in the distance, naked and buried between sea and sky, is or dark line on the island, crippled and sad his silent helplessness, as a thirsty flower fades, like a shipwrecked related is often lost in the tenacious vortex of a storm.


Tuesday, July 6, 2010

How To Do A Franchise Proposal

stone pillars of salt

León Cathedral was begun in its current version there by 1,200, on the foundations and remains of two previous cathedrals, the first built around 900 AD.

This Cathedral is a magnificent reflection of the pure Gothic, the struggle for light, make it an empty space to fill the building and raise the visitor to the heights. In this respect goes so far, with its pillars and other lines of force of the finest among the fine.

In fact, it is much more beautiful inside than outside. Bonita however simple as it is far more than the unadorned exterior and most of them are after construction.

León Every time I visit I have a rendezvous with her, and that its interior is one of the few places where it reached the "rest house" without effort, and never ceases to amaze me what our ancestors were able to do without more help his talent, his hands, hammers, ropes and pulleys. Really, stroll among the columns, not within its walls, it becomes an exercise in instant spiritual elevation, which I suppose is one of the objectives sought their builders.

Unfortunately, these builders never thought that his work would reach almost the millennium old, and therefore did not foresee the need to use materials more or less "eternal." Therefore used for limestone pillars Boñar. This limestone, besides not being of high quality, has the problem "per se" to be very sensitive to water, which takes 800 years to visit her relentlessly. Additionally, pollution from vehicles manufactured for several decades also circulating around has helped the progressive deterioration of our friend.

In other cases, this deterioration is not dangerous in itself, mainly occur in stronger buildings, or stable, or "blocked." Our friend is beautiful, yes, but also very fragile, and any of those narrow pillars that rise to infinity, and all those arcs that feed on empty space to the whole building may be causing a catastrophe. Our poor friend rests on pillars of salt.

And now comes my indignation, he could not miss. The outrage is with us as a race, we are able to destroy the world with the push of a button, to travel faster than sound, to see through walls and bodies ... but we are unable to find a solution so that rain does not destroy a stone. A stone, of course, that with all our means would not be able to imitate. Does it? Who knows, the better we do not have to prove it, right? Yesterday