Singing

No one can do damage; nothing can pass them: there will be no death for them; It has already come upon them. Not going happen nothing more. Do you want the security of a grave?. Without knowing it, thats what try to do around the world. The means are different, but the goal is the same. With the money, the power, the prestige, conformism social, belonging to a flock – religious, political-, to a family, a nation, what looking for?. An unknown fear surrounds you and begin to erect the largest number of potential barriers between you and fear. But those same barriers will prevent you to live. Once you understand it, you will know the meaning of realize sanyass. It consists of accepting life as it is, in breaking down all the barriers and let life take possession of you. It is u step dangerous, but those who are able to give it receive a huge reward, because only they live, others survive. In life you cannot confine or capture anything. We must live in the air free, allowing all kinds of experiences and feeling a deep appreciation while last. Thanks, but no fear of tomorrow. If today has brought a beautiful morning. A beautiful sunrise. the singing of the birds, large flowers why worry about tomorrow, if tomorrow will be another day?. Dawn may have different colors. Perhaps the birds change a little singing, Maybe there’s clouds and rain dance. But that has its own beauty, their own food. It is good that things will change, that the evenings are not equal, that they are not repeated every day. Something new, that is how exciting life, its ecstasy, because if we do not bored. And those who have ensured his life completely bored. They are bored of his wife, their children, their friends. Millions of people experiencing boredom, although they smile to hide it.

Cristian Wilmer

Because you ask me? She said no for nothing, I was just reading a magazine stating that according to the colors that liked a person, his personality could determine. Cristian mocking replied angie do not believe in the things that they say the psychologists always pass in inventing things that do not have any sense. Seeing that he could not delaying more Cristian told him: if perhaps you’re right, we’ll meet at the University, take care of yourself. When both hung up the phone speaker fell again into their realities. Wilmer one of Cristian’s friends said to him like you going to get the money for your transport? Since finished with the few coins that you had, and everything by putting you talk to a girl that everything has it at his fingertips. Not what is Wilmer in any case I got what you wanted, you could hear his linda. Don’t be so stupid I replied Wilmer and went with this expression. Twenty minutes after that conversation, angie is look in the mirror and I am nonplussed with the beautiful glow of her white dress. Thus hasten down the elevator, when I get to the parking lot opened his car door and sighing said if same I hope that today, the indifferent Cristian let me love him and left after burning tires of the truck against the pavement leaving after if the illusion of living a true love. Arriving at the University asked one of friends if Cristian had already arrived which contesto le, the truth not as is. Just because you worry that pobreton. If you’re right you said angie, which made her feel the most hypocritical woman of the Earth. But society has its own paragdimas and women still feel the weight of social prejudices more fine which are wrapped in the majestic veil of a flower. 2007 Jose Orlando Melo NaranjoAngie was looking out the window of the classroom, when suddenly appeared a young man who wore a very simple dress, his face was bathed in sweat and her body felt exhausted, apparently had raced for hours.

Salamanca Pond

When still the colors, the scents and the landscapes of the Valley of the Batuecas are fresh, I am going to write this post. The Batuecas for which it does not know very clearly where to locate it is it to the north of the Hurdes cacereas and to the south of earth salmantinas. Located Mountain range of France in the heat of, is the natural space of the Batuecas. These last years, I finish of a way or another one, returning to these hard and resistant earth that still keep with fervor their natural treasures. In this occasion, we lodged in the Abbey of the Templarios (already I will speak to you of her more ahead) and yesterday, we decided to enter itself in the entrails of the Valley of the Batuecas, guidances almost exclusively by reasoning of the Batuecas river, is worth the redundancy. In search of the neolithic paintings that hide the multiple shelters, we began the way and we discovered that rock art much more. Butterflies of thousand colors and sizes, liblulas electrical, Mediterranean disks, oaks, cypresses and pines, that are what it accompanied all the route to us. In the shade of the leafy trees ran our way, and each two by three, we made a paradita in one poza of crystalline waters. Refreshing bath there are where them, but better than any spa urban that boasts. Cascades, toboganes and pozas, followed one another tranquilamentes, offering their blessing to the paseantes. Clean route, still without apparent rest of tins of beer or accumulated cigarettes. A wonderful respect to idyllic surroundings. Inasmuch as time I ask? I hope much that. While the way is hard and there is not a bar that way, its beauty will last. And for today, only I tell this you, my wonderful encounter with an enchanted valley PS. One forgot deciros to me where east route begins. My advice is that you go through the House of the Park that is when coming out of the Pond Batuecas direction (a building of recent construction). There they will give to all the information and planes you that you need for nonperderos anything the Mountain range of France. I leave the exact directives you of how arriving until there, trusting that no you will leave sign of your passage by the human sweepings river, still so immaculate. According to you are lowering the port of the Opening (after all the curves), you will by hand find a signal of national parks right quite great, that puts ” reserve of caza”. It indicates a way without asphalting that mts is going to give to about 200 the entrance of the Monastery of the Batuecas. You put that way, and you leave the car there same. The truth is that parking is little, and the guards of the park take a walk that way, that never comes bad. There the footpath begins that accompanies the river.

On The Other Side Of The Mirror

A Mr: Yes? Yea? is someone there? It seems that I am not. It cannot be, something strange happens to me. Please does anyone know where I am? I see my hands, I feel my body, I talk to myself and I think. Yes, yes I am thinking! It is obvious that I have to be somewhere. However I am not. I’m not there, where I have to be. This is my place. But I do not see, nor see who I am. Let’s see, it all started a few years ago. I won a contest on TV. I was the happiest man in the world. I began to see myself on posters, the picture of my face with my name was all over town. He turned on the TV and there I was moving my waist. On the radio my voice was flag of artistic fashion. Little by little I was seeing increasingly more and more, more magnified, more known by the people. I went I and more, and much more. There was a moment, I remember within a Nebula, each time was more more, more and more, but less I. My father, before he died, left me, as part of his inheritance, a Council, as well as an immense fortune. I said: sold the business and be yourself. I was surprised, but it is now when I understand those words. My father became one product of your company. Your way talk, love, live and of all his work in life was his way of being for your business, for your business and from the. It had become the business. But giving more. My uncle Aniceto was a wage-earner. Official, for worse and for his glory of quiet and safe life. It was he who wanted to make the exams and he approved them, it was he who wish a steady employment and that it depended on the administration.