How Do You Masternate

few centuries after

Ladies and gentlemen, I have bad news: I still do not die. Today I realized that it's been so long since my last entry (a friend told me), and is two things: first, because I want to focus a bit more on my studies, and the second is because I started writing a story a couple of weeks ago. For now my priority is that story and it may encourage me to upload some parts of it to blog, but nothing is certain. This entry is short because I just wanted to share this news with you and, as I said before, you may have the opportunity to read parts of what will be my story. That

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Today I accept being a loser. It's that simple. Today I realized that I have no passion to fight for what I want, what I really want ... if indeed I have to want something. I wonder now write these lines but still I do, knowing the possibility that she read it, and they may think about it, or maybe not, but even that I do not care.

Today just let it go, just like that, without hesitation and without regret: I have not even been able to fight for it, nor have I tried to get some of their affection, or feel remorse for what I decided. Moreover, someone who knew about this I wondered if you can do what I did not dare and she nodded and no more, and that makes me most angry at not having any sensation caused ... I feel strange. I'm losing by not being able to hold on someone now, I let good opportunities pass before me, almost calling me, and give them back when it is almost come and take. If I feel I have lost the force of life, that fervent flame of vitality of youth, of worldly love, the enjoyment of pleasures, and all for a mere whim that exhausted my existence. I can not fight for something beyond, I have no reason not to do so. Could make my career, my academic performance could improve, could be more sociable, and yet I would feel lonely, sad and abandoned, and it is because something else I need ... and that, to feel someone else beside me. But on the other hand it is strange contradictory and not feel like searching, out to meet him again, and it is because I am afraid, I feel lost, I feel confidence in myself ... and I feel that I have no energy to do so.

All this sounds so depressing and emo, and that is why I came to write it kept me relaxed while listening to an album by Mono, but now that I read I realize that unfortunately it does and I feel sorry to have to accept it. I laughed a lot lately, I've joked a lot and I managed to recover part of my personality, but my self-esteem is still below normal, I'm losing faith in myself, and I still do not understand what is happening with my mind and my heart. Perhaps I just make a fuss about something that maybe is not so terrible, or maybe it is and I can not say so, but it is something that has concerned me greatly and I needed to write it somewhere. Many

maybe find here the answer to the questions you never asked me, others may clarify why I am. This blog has been throughout this time one of the clearest reflections of what I think and feel, and share it using this medium is very valuable to me. I hope those who read it know how to value what people like me to convey in our words.

I hope this space will never be filled, and never this empty.

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Common Places Instant translation

Personally I never liked studying data from memory. Perhaps for lack of a privileged capacity in this regard. More likely, as a matter of principle. The only thing that has helped me study Memory is a sonnet. But that compares to learn songs, which often goes almost unnoticed. Preserve the memory of literary fragments, work the magic we encounter any sentence to decorate and illuminate their own experiences when least expected. To me sometimes surprised me a line from Whitman in the midst of a dirge and I said just now I understand that poem.

Say there are exceptions. Today, Teachers' Day in Argentina, I would reread and share with the illusion of remembering morning-caught or rescued, these words almost by heart.

This is the beginning of the film Common Places (2002). Start talking about literature, but from the fifth minute, the protagonist delivers a speech memorable for their students. Here fragment of the video and other more.

"We do not require their students to study memory, does not work. What is needed is rejected by force and soon deleted. No boy will be a better person for knowing memory in which year was Cervantes. Put a goal to make them think, that doubt, be asked questions. Not valued by the responses, the answers are not the truth, seeking a truth that will always be relative. The best questions are those that are repeated from the Greek philosophers. Many already are commonplace, but will survive: what, how, when, where, why. If we accept that this is also that "the goal is the way", it serves as a response. Describe the tragedy, but not explained.
There is a mission or a mandate that I want to meet. It is a mission that no one has been but I hope that you, as teachers, self-imposed same: wake up in his students the pain of lucidity. No limits. No mercy. "*

* Screenplay Common Places (c) Adolfo Aristarain and Kathy Saavedra, based on the novel Rebirth Lorenzo F. Aristarain
(c) 2004 Ocho y Medio, Libros de Cine

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The Inevitable Defeat

There are decisions that simply can not be avoided. No harm is no longer an option, it is almost an involuntary issue that goes beyond our love.

Life would be something as simple and easy if we could do what we want, if we could get what we want and be with the person we desire without hurting anyone by the way, but ... unfortunately no longer true. It is a difficult road as referring to right and to love, especially if we make that little mistake is to look at someone who is already committed (a); we become so to us and our interests, while we think of "leaving no the shits. " When I saw that something happened very near me I preferred to let everything take its natural course (but unfortunately it was me who lost), but now I am in the position of the other person and I also see that the thing actually becomes much more delicate.

"Everything would be so easy if you were alone, but when I saw you you were not supposed to" was something I mentioned as we talked, and if you did not hear it, but I regret having to accept that my mind is split between what I want and what should be done.

I have the issue becomes complicated, yet ... something that pushes me to not let it go just like that, but I do not want to intrude on what you have with someone else. She I said, in his words, which was considered a happy person as he was and it was fine now, and I felt helpless and desire, both together, always having her so close and yet far away, is almost identical to the person I wanted to know so long ago, but still only a utopia of books and desperate dreams.

Things may change, maybe not. Do not force him or anything I will advance to the facts, but I do not want to lose it for something that could become a wrong feeling. Nor do I return to live in a dream someone without one, so now I have to let things run their course (aunque. .. well, do not tell).

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Things become

Time, the past was a big gap in what I can call "my family." Two people, mother and son who every day look to a window looking the other's face, but while I can not even be together in a conversation that little detail that last call. Something happened, was a conflict involving important beings on both sides, and then eventually affect us all, producing a break in our unity and a change too radical to not care. And we had to learn to live with that problem, can not enjoy things as before, and preferred not to know more about the issue in part because I am concerned and partly because both sides will I have much affection. And eventually learned to live with that pain and discomfort, and eventually learned to gradually overcome these differences, with little effort from us we observers closer step by step, until we saw an occasional fruit, although very small, we rejoiced the day and week everyone.
But we forget a detail, and is the past what appeared again in a quiet conversation, and the same last changed almost abruptly calm in violence, and luckily we were only a few who witnessed this scene now wish to forget . It was not physical shock they occurred at such a moment, but the words and feelings that emerged did much more damage on both sides, and those are things that all present were able to see.
It seems everything will at first continue the great divide that separates us, and who are accused of guilty will be convicted, and we the observers, the rest of this great family we will lead again to know such pain.

(Excuse me why I write, but I needed to)

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Some things just come out. To scream at the sky, to run freely, to just feel the wind in your hair to flow through without making more noise than the silence of the night.

And I can not just let you go, make me crazy with those details that are wonderful, simple or vague that they seem ... make me who I am.

I can not help, there are times when I wanted to forget everything, everyone, and to appreciate you in the distance, and able to scream into the void, and to mourn with the world that is not.

Things happen. People spend. Everything in life happens as well as river flow, without causing major upheaval in our lives, seeing her beauty hides in the shadow of the real. And now I've noticed, and it is late.

I have been so misled by using nonsense words, to express what I feel, I can feel what I feel is so simple to me is almost impossible. Admire the life, nature, to appreciate the beauty of a woman, have the facility to let flow a stream of simple details that seduce even the simplest of flowers scattered over the world ... are things that today I can not do.

I have a life, one of those recounted in the book: a life of fantasy, love and heartache, and whatever beautiful thing I could find at each step.

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Today I thought of something. It's simple, not so complex and yet exciting. During one class a day, paying attention to what the teacher told us during his course it should be the subject (and his anecdotes were actually and some other topic "deep" for many of us), I decided to start writing again. Otherwise, I mean.

Before starting this blog, I always had a notebook common and wild as any I have, at which time he wrote every hundred of the things that occurred to me, things I felt or succeeded, and transformed using some dressings lies in something more striking, in what I would call "a book." It was a big thing, although people who read it very often ask me why I never finished. And in that time lived inspired it would be the climax of my adolescence, that period of introspection and search for new experiences, and that everything around me had a greater significance. Well, then came the post-adolescent youth and the end of my literary enlightenment, along with the pending account of my literary side. The book ended up lost in the wreckage of my high school, and occasionally find one another vestige of my writing in my notebooks counterparts today. But today, listening and feeling what the teacher told us, is that I did buy a new notebook to start again with this ideal. "Inspiration? I think life will be like, my new life, I could recover little by little, which starts again from a few days ago. Maybe at night all transferred to the computer, and perhaps up to the Internet for anyone interested in reading and feedback on, but those are things to decide as this little project progress. Otherwise I have pretty much decided already, and I have some college friends that are interested in providing some help, and opinions are always welcome. Also, I felt that someone tries to give me a chance, and that gives me the strength to feel better. For now, that would be.