Friday, April 23, 2010

Kates Playground December

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What do we mean by winning? Right now I am not able to answer, what can you expect if not even finish to take in what happened in these last hours. This nebula memories quick and gentle smiles too comfortable, and it take a few days longer to get out of it.

gone But after going back to being a vice to a need, is the last chance to assess those days of story with different eyes.

  Perhaps the clearest memory is the peaceful evening in March in which I first spoke with Marisol Lopez, president of the Neighborhood Association of palm groves and the person may ma ; s courage that I had the good fortune to meet in a long time. When I showed my interest in this contest if I said "win." But I'm not winning, not when re-reading my report back to this room the hours spent in tears dodging palm tree outside for a few days I was so own stories with that name yet continue to struggle for their rightsmore basic.

few headlines talking about this award and a minute lost on the idiot box will not return home. That's one of the hardest parts of the journalist (or attempt thereof) when cash is involved in: reality imbue his words is not enough. Solidarity with the weakest, those who survive the fighting circumstances until a miracle, it creates an empathy that becomes frustrating to realize that this work "only & rdquo he gives them a voice, not the root end to the problem. Those who do have that power not to walk throughT hose neighborhoods.

I can only sincerely thank many people. Even those who do puzzles, play with words sometimes lose, and appeared even know they are not sufficient to express the most important things.

Thanks to my family, avid reader of my delusions perpetrators of the paper. To my girls extra-ordinary, because anyone would want support, steadfast cheerleaders at all times. To them and the rest of my face first in Journalism wanting more excited afterall the love I received from them, so happy this morning that reminded me why it is worth continuing thinking impossible.

Thanks to Joni, who, though late, always just reading and enjoying it as my comic, knowing that I appreciate very much your opinion. Tambiéna Natalia, always close despite the mileage.

To all who make up this loony, also known as a residence, which long ago ceased to be companions to go to brothers, especially to Anita for being the perfect hold highs and low , patiently to my complaints and follies, and ManuNo such vole off worldly Edorta for believing in me when I am lost. Arantxa I can not forget, the best guide I could imagine on these roads atzavareños, or Charo, undoubtedly the mother we all want to find our destination.

My thanks to all who pass through my daily life, allowing me to take them a bit, especially those you visit this little corner of the blogosphere and you give him reason to exist. And thank you, this Sunday numb ideas without faith and devotion to recall why everything ends up going well.
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The secret of happiness is not always what you do want, but always want what you do - Leo Tolstoy

Monday, April 19, 2010

Pentax 110 Lens Adapter

is curious: I missed you before you had to leave, as if in the haze of your skin has written that you were a bird of passage, the youngest of the movements trigger a storm of empty suitcases and tickets to nowhere. Are the kind of foreboding that carry the rest away, no one hears stories of those who can not participate. Instead I held on to the secrets behind the serenity that gave off your melancholy figure, the same candor that radiated a sweet Uruguay.

Three hundred days and one night we forge ahead, one stumble by chance, we do not suffer the pain but also forced us to look for us on the map, fulfilling the prophecy that I Sin título Jores always leave. I guess you do kick in too many parts.

Since joining the desperate calm, days are going to find shreds of embrace between screens, collecting as many confessions as pixels have an email. Fairy missing in the environment, notebooks timid, D friendship. Silences. And miss you, you've been replaced by a voice that camouflages their emotions to make ends Why not jump in your pictures and return to shine? More silence.

And on days like this, hugs and memories rationed in Technicolor, walk beside me. And come back to greet the sidewalks that intersect strangely, embraced by your black backpack, outlining the distance to the mel warping distances

Saturday, April 17, 2010

What Is A Good Heart Rate At 34 Weeks Pregnant Won the war, lost history

April 14

This affected me more than usual, perhaps because it was the first time that I was arriving fairly empty, may for their own philosophical these periods. At any rate, it encouraged me to reread one of these great gifts of human inspiration: Soldiers of Salamis, able to open the door of the forgotten memory, a bit by the inevitable passage of time, the rest by the incurable mania of the human being to avoid what he Danay ashamed.

Soldiers of Salamis is a tribute to the fallen in war as absurd as so many others, confrontation

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Nautical Coloring Pages

After hours walking the streets between voltage and Comrades, he returned home. Forgotten night of rest began to show effect, but did not care, he preferred to daydream. With step excited he went to the bedroom, opening the door to see the portrait of happiness.

His wife and little family slept in the bed so pure that their dreams could be hunted and admire for a moment, then again let them float in the air coming through the window bringing the news of freedom and hoopla tinged with red, yellow and purple caressed every corner.

him pushing the heavy woods, lit with the touch of bodies, jumping on each balcony to reach the square, leading the mob.

place was the same, and it was different, like everybody else. Hugs and good wishes for the future welcomed yards of fabric, symbols of a new page in history, which rose up the mast to fly in the sky, by protecting the single sentence from that time could reign in the village: from the April 14, everything would be different.

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*** Another year has passed since that morning in which Spain was raised Republican. Decades after this advance skewsdo, who remains confident about it, and above all in the spirit of social struggle and progress that entails. The time of trial was proof that is possible, everyone has a place. The kings and princesses, of course, is in the stories

The line: A republic has only to think big to save, shake the small and projecting into the future. -Jose Ortega Y Gasset

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Can You Get Shingles On The Arm ... Bad things, bad life

roasted sweet concert rosy hues and hugs. Far

because it is aspiring to stab the hell from whispers of suffocation. Because this is devouring, scratching meat waiting to perish, a struggle between actors who cross the threshold assume the role of strangers, imitating a reflection of love, to hold on to his sentence of dismissal or snatch a word jama , s is pronounced. The reason is broken when mixed with outdoor air pollution too much oxygen, rules Rip and tear the skin for troubled dreams. Cause, injure, aim ...

& amp; nbsp; After the silence of two stray dogs, stray longings that will not be because it never arrived. Nightmare or parentheses, freedom to give a name to this collision that still lights the room, tuning hearts remains mixed at one point began to repel.

Whenever I feel pessimistic about how the world is, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. The general opinion suggests that we live in a world of hatred and selfishness, but I do not think so. I think that love is everywhere. Often it is specially decorated