Thursday, July 29, 2010

Blood Spots On Knicker

The essence of this

There are things in life that can not be changed, which are "default" so to speak, and for those things in life are the daily limits that make us stumble again and again without realize. Strange, is simple, it's so hard to see sometimes that we could stick around in the same, almost as if the truth of our Prison defect is infinite in that we will die without leaving it. Apocalyptic, my way of thinking tends to be extreme from time to time, but sometimes acts as a lifeline, as my ground wire, where my heart is blind child between grief and pain. Check the things that occasionally drive me crazy and make me think more of the ordinary, yet never leave the side because I'm sure, in most cases, are true. As a child I was always concerned to know what was happening around me, knowing what it affected the people wanted, and developed something like an instinct for shrewdness able to see beyond the visible. Thanks to that I know some things that others do not understand and simple details make me understand delicate situations, but even that can afford something even more delicate, and my own life. These small stones in the shoe, that annoying buzzing rattle the mind shatters us with a series of images that are part of the memory that we forget.
sounds odd, maybe crazy, but I think in these painful situations occasionally gives some life to my life, and no wonder when you consider that every bad thing has its good side, his teaching, his piece based educational truncheons and some blood (well, not so much), how people understand better. I have an extensive collection wounds, accumulated wisdom and impregnated into the skin of a tireless fighter, full of travel stories carved here and there, people come and go like the feeling of the morning breeze, like daily life wasted in looking for eyes closed, perhaps without realizing that our desire to pass on our side and sneaks into our hands. Tends to impotence, to leave this helpless feeling of premature defeat, we bends with ease and pride hurts us, we were vulnerable to the simplest expression of love and suffer from confusion. And until recently thought that simply allowed to escape into my heart could take my well-being and was well, but as illusion, did not last long and I began to live. Came difficult days, problems and arguments, and what was known as "my reality" and was not it, rather it was "reality", something new for me.
Our lives change daily, our hearts are strengthened even if they seem weak, learn from the fall and struggle for a desire or a dream, a promise, or the mere desire to live. I am happy to stay here, to be with many people ... although many already have left me, and with them some promise. No, those promises are still alive within me. And so I must believe that while there are promises, dreams to guide us through the darkness and loneliness, we can prevail and overcome any adversity. Will fall if, and often hurt more and more, but why we come back up, again and again? Because deep down we know that whatever we are experiencing has its purpose and that purpose is the key point of our lesson, we will have achieved something regardless of victory or defeat, because in any case we know what happened.
I am firm believer that life, this life is but the stage of "initiation" of a long development process of being we call "human" and that is why it so difficult at times, laugh, mourn , love, suffer, are things that basically form our true identity and make us grow as we know use it. Combating weapons to clearing, we who finally give way of life: whether to laugh, laugh, whether to mourn, to be wanting. But never, never stop living for fear of life.

Friday, July 23, 2010

Basic Facts Hurricane Katrina



It happens sometimes that I read poems in English and begin to listen to simultaneous translation in my mind like an echo, a deeper voice, eager for water in English homeland.

I got to the poem with a tweet from Bud . Here the original of WAS Merwin. A poem in prose.

Certain words now In Our Knowledge We Will Not use again, and we will never forget Them. We Need Them. Like the back of the picture. Like Our marrow, and the color in Our veins. We shine the lantern of Our sleep on Them, to make sure, and There They Are, trembling Already for the day of witness. They Will Be Buried with us, and rise with the rest.


outline a version. Although some nuances I am not convinced.

There are words we know that we will not ever use, and never forget. The need. As the back of the photo. As the sap and the color of our veins. Reflect the light of our dream with them, to cheer, and there they are, trembling before the day of witness. Will be buried with us and rise with the rest.

guess who disagree with me every other word. It is right and necessary. Up to translate marrow by sap, did not ask permission from any source.

But How do you translate something as concise without being a perfect traditore ? Tell me how you look for words that do not resuscitate connotations from the specific location of our mind where the poem makes a great noise at the first reading. Not that the child or the language again. Not that every story is not dead. Dressed reality language is sometimes awkward representation. It's like the color of the veins, as he says Mervin-secret, deep, and can even give fright if you think carefully.

The language, while personal property is half and half common heritage unique. As the readings of poems. As the memories flash. The translation, as I sense this morning, has little to do there. It tries, period.



Monday, July 19, 2010

Logo For A Cosmetic Brand

That

had long could not, had long missed the feel, the sweet feeling of being able to vent and compelling small part of me that always picks me up, she made several months when I could not mourn with win with the simple excuse to mourn. It is strange the amount of feelings aroused in me that little Dorama, but every day makes me think more and more things I took the first spot. And I feel strange to see again as usual and realize that many, many things are very different compared to the previous blink. So rapid are the changes, so fleeting these moments become almost before they become the foundation of my life now, now that's a memory that sometimes causes some grief and shock. See my past, my present view, see my future, are things I enjoy and often laugh and cry in front of a window that opens up a vast world full of mysteries, experiences, and those details that give some sweetness to every moment of our endless lives. I
lover, and I want to be, I ask that my life back to be that sequence of stories worthy return to be told, of consecutive frames in which the authors live scenarios on the novel written about a young lover. I learned to confide in my heart, I learned to see with my soul. Sorry people, I can sleep in their eyes and understand their worlds with just maintain that contact, I can grasp the essence of my soul rest, I can know them better.
Now I can know many things, what people filtraré? "I will see to categorize those who are my friends and colleagues? No, it will not, and never has been. Matter what you may know, I could not change human relations for the world, and in fact is what people value most (Along with his sense of "human being"). There are things to improve, there are things that are not always as I want, and those things encourage me to stand back looking up, I am human, nothing else, but still my desire for life is what motivates me to accomplish things the rest does not even notes, but in the background are achievements of great magnitude. And so I could go over lines, and paragraphs without achieving much, but do not intend to brag about facts, but of people I knew and they succeeded thanks to wins, big compared to my terrible fears.
I have to say one last thing for now, and I think you have not left my side promises, promised goals a title, welfare, health, knowledge, a future and a dream.

Friday, July 16, 2010

Welcome Message From A New Born

an emotional void

Today I am proud that I did something very special after so many things that have happened, and has nothing to do with education, is much more simple: I was finally able to sit and mourn without any sense while keeping my blank mind, letting my emotions flowed at last alone. This semester I became very long and difficult, adding the need to hold every day a pity within me to not interfere with my studies, but ultimately did well. Yesterday I had a fun day and desestrezante with some college friends, and I got home I lay in bed in my bedroom only to listen, I closed my eyes and felt something strange in the environment that I was afraid because I feel calm, peace, tranquility, relaxation. There was no one but me in that house, away from it all seemed to move, and I remained lying in the middle of that time gap, I relaxed, breathed and cried. And at that moment I could feel some joy filled my soul, yet another thing I felt I was filled, something strange, with a mixture of nostalgia and something else ... and after spending a few hours, you start to see a very interesting drama (Dorama is a Japanese drama, in this case is for 1 Litre no Namida [1 Liter of Tears], but not be fooled by the name), I realized that this strange thing inside me was something I wanted out, was the mixture of many things that were accumulated during the semester, and that he could finally leave. It was a bit slow, gradual, but I've been that much of all this comes at last: I've laughed enough, cried as necessary, and thought in perspective.
Now that I think ... lately I have changed my social circle rather, people with whom I interact, and in truth I miss with whom I shared many good moments I still can not make up the idea of \u200b\u200balways having to leave some and then go beyond, but unfortunately this is now part of my life like it or not. And in what I think, in all that one comes to think again and again I question arises: What if I knew that my life is about to end? The previously mentioned dorama I again raised this question, and I know that if he did not then know what to do, my mind would explode in thoughts, emotions thousands try to leave at the same time, it would be total chaos that would be reflected in my face . But beyond that, if reached that point ... Have I lived? Have I achieved what I set? And thinking, remembering ... not yet arrived in the middle of that long list that is my life, but I plan several things from now on, within those changes that I consider to be reborn one day I wish I was in the pipeline for some time and is able to return to share with life without much shame to go to someone and be able to show that life is much better than what he sees so far. It is a goal, but it is my goal. From now on, be one of my priorities.

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Mount And Blade Instructions

perceiving

(Explanation dedicated to @ mesmerizinglove )
Today we tend to see a lot of communication through social networks like Twitter, Skype, Facebook, Msn, etc, and is also common to see people that continue to be in that virtual world using gadgets, phones, laptops and more. I like enough to continue interacting with a world of people from anywhere, but I also see that it is costing us lose some of our interpersonal relationships. It's very different being in front of a computer with an instant messenger that being in front of the person you want to talk, and why we are playing against the virtual world. Still, there are people who care to maintain, operate and develop the relationship between real people face to face, and honestly that I applaud heartily because we see or know whom social networks are nothing more than the characters of the person we communicate (ie, not the actual person). Who cares about this relationship also concerned to really know about the other person, beyond the physical or surface, removing any bias, and seeing the real host with whom we communicate. This ability is known as perception, and is based on being able to feel (feel) our environment, people around us, and in this case to know the person inside just watching. It sounds strange or complicated, but the truth is that it is simple and very useful when having to interact with many people, especially in massive networks. Know someone who is behind a screen is difficult and not 100% sure, but the advantage we have to perceive is to perceive a person who would be next to reality that the character shows.
and able to receive enough support while we are with people who believe or who have some kind of loop, because we feel if something happens and try to help him and do all things possible in this situation. It is well that the perception can generate feelings so real that the death or distress of another person affects us more than usual, it has a hidden advantage, is that because it is easier to help or support the person. Another point to consider is that perceiving is also developing a memory something strange in our body sensations and emotions which we live, and that over time can become a teaching joy or occasionally the cause of pain, tears down or vague. For now I think that is enough, although the subject is too vast for one entry and too complex to go and write well. Think about it.

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Brazilian Shower Soccer

A New Inspiration: Steps to Start

Now that I think, now that I've finally been able to sit and think, see and observe everything that happened around me, I could see and feel, and realize I've accomplished something that I thought was impossible: I got my childhood. Well, at first glance not seem a big deal, but that stage of my life is the only one that missed for a long time, and it is time to recover as he was.
been a long time, I thought and pondered what enough about the subject, and came to the conclusion that it is time to set foot on earth at last. And this is where I stop for a moment to be bothered important to thank many people, as @ mesmerizinglove , and tufts and tufts @ andrea_figue , @ CanoDiaz , @ alorruz , @ Erinilla , kmi_17 and @ @ SirSpock , vibrant people that just know of them encouraged me to keep going. Join this to Sansana as @ vegadavid , @ Notechdex , @ alexanderoryan , @ nejokmilo , @ _anek_ , @ noquierouser , @ Jorgicio , DanSnk and @ @ MarceloAvalos , everyday people who are always there, people who know people who can laugh with you and make you forget about your problems. I also add people who are not related to social networks, as the Fool, the Betzy, the Jessica, Auntie Mama, Girl, little Mary, Naty, the Ita, and Christmas, the 9 rookies, the 9 women who changed my life in each of its stages. People like my friend, brother Leonel, JP Mura my friend died, my great-uncle and predecessor of my knowledge, also died, Raul (Tito) Joaquin Olivares, who have the ability to say something absolutely right. And in general I thank all those people with whom I meet every day, greet them and those not, those people who exchanged words, and those only giving you a couple of looks. Finally, I thank all these people, these people, these individual beings able to think, to reason, to discern between things of life.
very pleasant conversations I have held, I have lived and learned in living with them, I have grown as a person, and I finally regained my childhood, a memory locked by something that beats the best. But now it is past, and I am able to re-create a new foundation by everything that I've collected over the years of many people everyday. And there is something better, and I found inspiration to follow, is simple, neither more nor less than what many might have but few really know its value. I refer the child to just recover, the lost part of myself now returns triumphant to be reborn within me to continue where I was the last time a few years ago. My inspiration takes shape, is cradled in dreams and promises, trust, belief and strength, courage, determination, and life. It will be something new, the change sought from a while back, but it will be good.

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Progesterall Cream Reviews

... On a rainy day

23:30. I lost track of time by leaving a comrade behind, and now I see that I'm standing in the same place that my mind began to fly. Solitude and silence are things that grow as time passes, the distance is kept dark with lights that protect my shadows look up and feel the cool damp breeze that strangely filtered through any structure that you find by ahead. Unstoppable, unstoppable, as free as it once was my heart ... That was several years ago. Actually, I know, I admit. I did not realize that rain mysteriously drops dispersed in different directions, disorderly, rebellious, firmly and decisively covering everything in its path. I in the midst, enjoying such an unusual event, I am corrupted into an uncomfortable reminder of nearly a year ago, to something that marked the beginning of the end. That night it was raining, and I dreamed of a weekend, a Saturday, she and I went out and on any given day. We went to the cinema to see a film which does not remember the name, but the worrying part came later. And walked back, she should go home, I accompanied the whereabouts and with due caution crossed the street when out of nowhere came a big truck at full speed, I felt everything stopped in fractions seconds, and then I saw a tall man in a suit, he approached with the provision of talking. "You get to choose: her or you," I said, I understood what he meant when he saw that the truck went straight to her, and she decided. The man in a suit smiled, withdrew and resumed its course over time, and I felt a strong blow to the chest began to ache all over as a disproportionate, I turned to her, saw her terrified face and fixed to a little later, and keep your eyes I found what my body was completely destroyed and overwhelmed by the impact of the truck. She did not cry, in fact the impact of what happened did not allow him to react or move, and I could not do much there and the strong helplessness of not knowing what had happened, and then I remembered: within seconds I could run and push with all my strength, but not lucky enough to avoid my bestial hangman. A few hours later and could vent their pain in the arms of his mother while my shell was taken to a place where they could give something so worthy of being buried. That funeral was quiet, there were many people outside the family, and I could not be more than a spectator. On
advanced and it was wrong, and I wanted to hug her, to console her grief, and one night I saw her I went to mourn his face and wiped one of her tears. She felt, woke up and saw me and hugged me so hard I thought it was meat again, but still a soul and she was thinking about me. I spent the night with, and so the next night and that came after, and every time they think of me, to relax and remember me. And the days passed ... and things changed. At first I did not realize, then I felt something strange, and then I saw that it was not the same: she was forgetting me. Almost since we saw during the day and at night a few times still awake, I followed one afternoon and saw that sadly for me she was still alive. I felt something was strange to see someone else as well as physical as it, and that night I waited for her to talk. I wanted to know the truth, I wanted to tell me what I thought, what I felt, and therefore realized that I had finished my stay with her, she'd be better. I said goodbye, I said nothing, just hugged her and gave her my good night as always, and slept when I saw the man in a suit that was coming, still smiling, "I got the time" I said to touch my shoulder, and without realizing it was again stopped, this time in college. And it was real again, and many people were real, it was daylight and the sun was shining, but I felt some cold. I checked my watch and saw that it was a few days after truck accident, but rarely was still alive, my colleagues and acquaintances remembered me and acted as if it never happened at all, and it ... she claimed not to know, did not even know who I was, was the only one who did not know me. And I woke up and was still raining. That same dream bothered me day after day, and after talking with someone you trust I decided to tell, and seemed not to give greater importance. And oddly spent the time and did something very similar, metaphorically, to what I guessed at what I would call a "premonition of winter."
Today was there in the rain, and I have seen between gout and drop: almost do not want it like before, it does not hurt to have it away, but still strange to hear it again, have a conversation again extended until dark ... as one day of rain.

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Homemade Tv Receiver How To Make

When love ends

There are things that are difficult to explain, understand and all, but we can not avoid it forever, sooner or later have to face them, and I think the sooner the better. Grief, sorrow, anger and madness are some things that happen to us, haunt us when the most wonderful of feelings leaves us, "when love is over." Still not enough to live to speak of this and perhaps never will, but I want to talk about my story what happens to me, from what I see and what I feel, I felt and probably feel, it will hurt me or not. And part of this is for my friends and myself, being able to see, and because they let me know, and on behalf of them is to write and thank them start and end.
"We are human beings, created by a divine being endowed with many powers, but I like most is to feel. We are allowed to have feelings, and the animals are different so even if not so superior as we believe but we have the potential to do so. But of all these feelings are the two extremes to which many fear, so many respects, some think they know and ignore the rest, and are love and hate. If While we're at the top of the pyramid of intelligence, we are not much use to feel, or rather living, such feelings. Because you can not write they have the ability or the right to describe them in such property, because we all feel, we love and hate in some special way. And that is when we are children we are talking about it, when we begin to discover teens in our youth we understand, we live as adults more formally, and as we mature senile remember him with affection. Love and hate are like entry and exit doors of a completely magical, like the beginning and end of a story filled with joys and sorrows, and I have not even words to describe it. But one thing I'm certain, is that we are afraid to love, because the more we love more we hate, our sorrow, our pain. But we can not avoid it, is part of our humanity, our happy and sad reality.
All this reminds me of my past, those days when I suffered for this, to love, to hate, history as many have heard or read but still remain unknown. Although right now I do not want to refer to that particular topic, but I want to focus on a peculiarity of life, in that there are lapses between the end of love and the beginning of hatred. And we started this ordeal to find out what happens, this ruthless news that kills us, so much Happiness is a slow process, painful and difficult at once, and no one comes out victorious from this completely. No tears, no doubt, but to see and feel is something eerily beautiful, they shed a solemn concerns between our soul and heart, our human integrity.
all cried, we all suffer, but anyone has sat down to look into the newly passed without rancor, without hatred, without anger or sorrow? Has anyone been able to so easily forgive this breach? It is unlikely, because when we feel so bad we tend to close their eyes, sinking into the pain and grief of that loss, and just want to get away from everything and everyone, and mourn. And fills us with great pain heart, because we see this wonderful reality in which we inhabited was coming down, so suddenly disappears leaving us totally confused here, we are so disoriented they just want to escape from everything and everyone, and be in a safe place as it is loneliness. Well, now, we isolate ourselves from the world around us, people who want the best for us, but now what? Do we stay in a corner crying like cupcakes life forever? To raise a wall of lies and illusions to avoid falling into grief and depression? I'm guilty of using the latter method and live there for almost six months, believing that my life could go as smoothly and if anything, but I made the biggest mistake of my life and I finally realized. And then I finally mourn those tears, and finally realized he had lost forever. This happened some time ago and since then I've done things I did not think possible, I have met and shared with amazing people, and it is they themselves who can help me reestablish my foundation of life, why I exist. I am somewhat philosophical thinking, and eventually I left a little aside to avoid an occasional inconvenience, but my heart still much ground to gain in making vital decisions. And that force is owed to my friends of a lifetime, whom I met during my trips doubt, and now all new people this year. Going back a bit
the subject (I got sidetracked, sorry), I've noticed things are not simple to see when we suffer, we are wrong, and there are many people who are on our side, we feel alone when we have more people around. Is it because we have so many tears that clouded our vision? May be, maybe. No. At this time of sorrow, we become selfish, we assume that we are the only ones who have gone through this situation and simply exiles the world of our life. And it's the dumbest thing we do, but we have every right to do so: total, is our life. What I just said was an individualist thought, however simple it may seem, and may be the key to fall into the loneliness and alienation of our own mini society. Let's face it, we can not survive alone in the world, we need someone who is on our side, is a friend, family member, partner, and if we feel alone, let us hold to that person. And if that person is gone, there's always someone else, because I never, EVER get to the point of being totally alone in life. Love is just difficult to accept but it's true, but the love, friendship and family are things that will prevail forever, and are those links really worth protecting.