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Friday, December 19, 2008
Sunday, November 30, 2008
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THERE 'A hawk that follows me
There is a hawk who follows me. In different places, even in a city, I see books in his flight static, while flapping his wings rapidly, in stand-by, with its unique flight. For a while 'time I come across in its flight. Every time it seems to tell me something, like a message from the above, a higher message, from another dimension. One day I saw one dead on the asphalt, and it seemed a very strange thing indeed, painful. I wondered why, tell me what he wanted. Why me, why me? But the ease with which I run in a being that does not seem so common in our skies, let alone in our crowded cities, it makes me feel like to be consumers of a singular privilege, a special attention.
His flight is unmistakable. It remains suspended motionless in a firm, fast beating wings and pointing down. Without looking where my gaze falls he's there. And each time gives me an encouragement to me to be his welcome when you arrive in a place or a greeting when I leave. As if to tell me who are on track, that the direction is right, or a warning to pay attention to expanding the vision, the fixed lens. Today
even was on a road sign and flew up to the passage of my car. It seemed way making me wait, like a gallant squire. What a feeling, which surprised every time!
's like saying: Nature exists even if we ignore it and we think we have freed. Are part of it, we are one with you, we can not ignore it. If we pay attention we are never alone. It is watching us, We talk constantly sends us messages. I know that can not be just a coincidence. There must be a way if I see him and the hawk who is not with me. Each of us has his message, carried by a Soul, the Divine, and is an individual and the universal message at the same time.
Who captures a wealth more. Relates to the Immense. Co awe and wonder he realizes the beauty of Creation. 
There is a hawk who follows me. In different places, even in a city, I see books in his flight static, while flapping his wings rapidly, in stand-by, with its unique flight. For a while 'time I come across in its flight. Every time it seems to tell me something, like a message from the above, a higher message, from another dimension. One day I saw one dead on the asphalt, and it seemed a very strange thing indeed, painful. I wondered why, tell me what he wanted. Why me, why me? But the ease with which I run in a being that does not seem so common in our skies, let alone in our crowded cities, it makes me feel like to be consumers of a singular privilege, a special attention.
His flight is unmistakable. It remains suspended motionless in a firm, fast beating wings and pointing down. Without looking where my gaze falls he's there. And each time gives me an encouragement to me to be his welcome when you arrive in a place or a greeting when I leave. As if to tell me who are on track, that the direction is right, or a warning to pay attention to expanding the vision, the fixed lens. Today
even was on a road sign and flew up to the passage of my car. It seemed way making me wait, like a gallant squire. What a feeling, which surprised every time!
's like saying: Nature exists even if we ignore it and we think we have freed. Are part of it, we are one with you, we can not ignore it. If we pay attention we are never alone. It is watching us, We talk constantly sends us messages. I know that can not be just a coincidence. There must be a way if I see him and the hawk who is not with me. Each of us has his message, carried by a Soul, the Divine, and is an individual and the universal message at the same time.
Who captures a wealth more. Relates to the Immense. Co awe and wonder he realizes the beauty of Creation.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Zoophilia With People Free
SENSATION
"In the blue summer evenings, I go to the trails,
pricked by the wheat treading in the tender grass:
dreamy feel the coolness under your feet and let the wind
me the bathrooms bareheaded.
I will not speak, I will not think of anything more:
but I will rise in the soul's infinite love,
and I will go far, far away like a gypsy,
in nature, as happy with a woman. "
RIMBAUD 
"In the blue summer evenings, I go to the trails,
pricked by the wheat treading in the tender grass:
dreamy feel the coolness under your feet and let the wind
me the bathrooms bareheaded.
I will not speak, I will not think of anything more:
but I will rise in the soul's infinite love,
and I will go far, far away like a gypsy,
in nature, as happy with a woman. "
RIMBAUD
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Ambivalence MEMORY
strangeness of the past.
It belongs to us and defines our identity.
Based on the memories we take the basic references of the Self, but the memories are also a wealth of mind, basically something that is not is gone and you never know if there has been good in terms of how we believe. This filtering makes us remember to select the images, feelings and discard others, perhaps less noble, less pleasant, less rewarding.
Digging in my memory is a beautiful work, especially digging into the emotions that we removed.
discover that there are many, especially when it says: "I do not remember." Here
exists a kind of cowardice in retrospect, a wretched run but also makes us forget whole parts of us. Are, admittedly, "not remember" but also distorting, but we have forged blank and who knows where they went to fill.
Our view is important, just like when you search for an object, open the drawer and the object is there, right there where he always was. And you do not see it.
If I could change my memories, just like replacing a "software" inside, I wonder, what would I be?
And after the memory is not really a good "software" that I have built up over time, between reality and fantasy?
I remember those who have a total amnesia and no longer know anything about himself.
Would not it be besides a terrible loss of identity, also a wonderful opportunity to release a truly authentic self?
I am reminded of a book I read long ago.
It is titled "Breaking free from the known" by Krishnamurti.
I think I am ready to read. 
strangeness of the past.
It belongs to us and defines our identity.
Based on the memories we take the basic references of the Self, but the memories are also a wealth of mind, basically something that is not is gone and you never know if there has been good in terms of how we believe. This filtering makes us remember to select the images, feelings and discard others, perhaps less noble, less pleasant, less rewarding.
Digging in my memory is a beautiful work, especially digging into the emotions that we removed.
discover that there are many, especially when it says: "I do not remember." Here
exists a kind of cowardice in retrospect, a wretched run but also makes us forget whole parts of us. Are, admittedly, "not remember" but also distorting, but we have forged blank and who knows where they went to fill.
Our view is important, just like when you search for an object, open the drawer and the object is there, right there where he always was. And you do not see it.
If I could change my memories, just like replacing a "software" inside, I wonder, what would I be?
And after the memory is not really a good "software" that I have built up over time, between reality and fantasy?
I remember those who have a total amnesia and no longer know anything about himself.
Would not it be besides a terrible loss of identity, also a wonderful opportunity to release a truly authentic self?
I am reminded of a book I read long ago.
It is titled "Breaking free from the known" by Krishnamurti.
I think I am ready to read.
Friday, November 7, 2008
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
What Is Best For Baby Rice Or Oatmeal Cereal
THE FISHERMAN AND HIS SOUL
Every evening the young Fisherman went out into the sea, and threw his nets into the water.
One evening in the network found a small siren asleep.
was beautiful, and the young Fisherman pulled him and held her in his arms.
She let out a cry "Please, let me go because I am the only daughter of a King, and my father is elderly and alone."
"You must promise me that you will come to sing for me, because the fish love to hear the song of the People of the Sea, and so my nets be full," said the fisherman.
And she promised.
Every night she sang for him and stuck out from the water. And when his boat was fully charged, the Siren slipped back into the sea, smiling.
But he was not close enough that he could never touch it.
So sweet was his voice, that in time he forgot his nets, and neglected his work. And one night he said: "Little Mermaid, I love you. Take me as your husband. "
But the siren shook his head, "You have a human soul, - he answered - if you leave your soul, then I love you."
And the young Fisherman said to himself: "What do I need my soul? I can not see it. I can not touch it. I do not know. Of course the stray. "
But he did not know how. So he went to the priest's house. And the priest you beat your chest, and replied: "Ah, you're crazy. There is nothing more precious than a human soul, and nothing on earth can be compared. Worth all the gold in the world. "
young Fisherman's eyes filled with tears at the words of the Priest. "In my network I captured the daughter of a king to his body I would give my soul, and give up his love for the sky. Tell me what I ask you, and let me go. "
"Go," cried the priest.
And the young Fisherman went into the marketplace, but the merchants mocked him, saying: "What we need the soul of a man? Not worth a piece of silver. "
"What is strange this! The priest tells me that the Soul is worth all the gold in the world, and the merchants say it is not worth a piece of silver, "he thought the Fisherman.
decided to go to the red-haired witch.
"What do you miss? - She cried - Tell me your wish, and I will give, and you pay me a price, pretty boy. "
"Whatever your price, I will pay I want my soul away from me," said the young Fisherman.
The Witch turned pale: "Nice guy - he murmured - this is a terrible thing to be."
"I do not care of my soul," said the young Fisherman.
"If I tell you how he asked The Witch "in return you have to dance with me. This night you must come on top of the mountain. - Whispered - is a Holy Day, and He will be there. "
"Who?" Asked the Fisherman.
"Never mind. - She said - When the moon is full we will dance together on the grass. "
"And tell me what I want?" He asked.
"I swear" he said.
A whirling dance until midnight to the Fisherman began to turn heads. He saw the shadow of a rock was a figure who was not there before.
Without knowing why, Fisher made the sign of the cross, and invoked the holy name. Witches squeaked like hawks and flew away, but he managed to grab the red-haired witch.
"You must tell me the secret and keep the promise."
"Both," she murmured. It took off from a wall boxcutter from the handle of green viper's skin, and gave it to him.
"What men call the shadow of the body is not the shadow of the body but the soul body. Stay on the seashore with his back to the moon, and cut away from your shadow walk, which is the body of your soul, and 'your soul to leave, and she will. ... I would not have told you, 'and he clung to his knees crying.
He pushed her away from him and left her lush grass. With the knife in waist down from the mountain. He stood on the sand with the moon behind.
And his Soul besought him not to, but to no avail, and finally said, 'If you really need from you, do not send me away without a heart. The world is cruel, give me your heart to take with me. "
"With what could I love my love if I give my heart to you?" He said.
"I could not love me too?" Asked his Soul.
"Go away, because I do not need you," cried the young Fisherman, and took the boxcutter and cut away the shadow from the feet and the shadow stood up in front of him, and looked at him, and it was exactly the same him. The young Fisherman backed
with uncertain step, she put the knife in his belt, and a sense of dismay invaded.
"Once a year I come here, and I will call you," said the Soul.
the young fisherman dived into the water, and the little mermaid came up to meet him, put her arms around his neck and kissed him.
And after a year the Soul came down to the seashore and called the young Fisherman. "Come closer, so I can talk to you, because I have seen wonderful things. When I left I headed to the East and I have traveled. From the Orient is all that is wise.
There I found the Mirror of Wisdom. Let me back inside you, and Wisdom is yours. Let me come with you, and no one will be wise like you. "
But the young Fisherman laughed. "Love of Wisdom is better she said," and the little Mermaid loves me. "
"There is nothing better than Wisdom, 'said the Soul.
"Love is better," said the young Fisherman, and he dived into the deep, and the Soul went weeping.
At the end of the second year the Soul came down to the shore of the sea, "Come closer, so I can talk to you, because I have seen wonderful things. When I left, I headed south and traveled. From the South is all that is precious. There I found the Ring of Riches. One who has this Ring is richer than all the kings of the world. Come and get it, and the world's riches will be yours. " But the young Fisherman laughed
"Love is better than riches" she said, "and the little Mermaid loves me."
"There is nothing better than Riches, 'said the Soul.
"Love is better," said the young Fisherman, and he dived into the deep, and the Soul went away crying.
At the end of the third year the Soul came down to the shore of the sea, "Come closer, so I can talk to you, because I have seen wonderful things."
And Soul said: "In a city that I know there is a girl whose face veiled that he danced in front of us. Her feet were bare. I've never seen anything so wonderful, and the city is a day trip from here. " The young Fisherman
remembered that the little Mermaid had no feet and could not dance. It took him a great desire.
And his soul cried with joy, and ran, and went inside him, and the young Fisherman saw stretched before him on the sand that shadow of the body which is the body of the Soul.
And his Soul said to him, 'Do not delay, let us go soon, because the gods are jealous of the Sea, and showed that obey their orders. "
traveled a long journey and during the Soul led the Fisherman to do many evil deeds, even to kill a man to rob him.
"I hate everything that you made me do," cried the young Fisherman, "And I hate you too. Why have you done with me in this way? ".
And his Soul answered him, "When you have sent me into the world not have given me heart, so I learned to do all these things and to love them."
"No," he cried, "I do not want to have anything to do with you, so you will cast away, right away." And he turned his back to the moon, and with green leather-handled boxcutter Viper struggled to cut away from his feet that shadow of the body which is the body of the Soul.
But his Soul said to him 'He to whom is returned to the Soul, should keep her forever, and this is his punishment and his reward. "
But the young Fisherman answered not his Soul, and returned to the place from which he came up to the little bay where she, her love, she used to sing. In a split of the rock he built himself a house. And every morning called the Mermaid, and every noon he called again, and every night he pronounced his name. But she never rose from the sea to meet him, nor in any place of the sea he could find none.
Soul begged him to come into his heart.
"Alas," cried his Soul, "I can not find entry, so this is surrounded by the love your heart."
And as he spoke there came a loud cry of pain from the sea, the cry that men hear when someone dies of the People of the Sea. And the young Fisherman leapt up, and left his house of reeds, and ran down the beach. And the black waves were fast to the shore, supporting a burden than white silver. The young Fisherman saw the body of the little Mermaid: lay dead at his feet.
Crying like those affected by the pain he fell to the ground next to it, and kissed the cold red of the mouth. He fell next to it on the sand, crying if he clutched his chest. And at the dead thing he made a confession. In the shells of his ears he poured the harsh wine of his story. Amara was his joy, and full of a strange happiness was his pain.
"Escape," said his Soul "because the sea is coming and will kill you if you wait. Fly, for I am afraid, seeing that your heart is inaccessible to me because of the greatness of your love. Escape to a safe place. You do not want to send me some heartless in another world? "
But the young Fisherman listened not to his Soul, but called to the little Mermaid and said, 'Love of wisdom is better and more valuable than wealth, and more beautiful feet the daughters of men. The fires can not destroy it, nor water quench. I called you, and you did not answer my call. Why cruelly I left you, and my damage went away. But your love never faded into me, has always been strong, and nothing could prevail against him, though I have met has known good and evil. And now that you are dead, I certainly will die with you. " And his Soul
asked him to leave, but he refused, so great was his love. And the sea came closer, and tried to cover it with its waves, and when he realized that the end was near kissed with mad lips the cold lips of the Mermaid, and the heart that was inside him snapped. And when her heart crashed through the fullness of his love, the Soul found an entrance and entered it, and it was one with him as before. And the sea covered the young Fisherman with its waves.
And in the morning the priest came to bless the sea, because he was agitated. And when the priest reached the coast he saw the young Fisherman lying drowned in the surf, and clasped in his arms was the body of the little Mermaid. And he drew back and cried: "Do not bless the sea nor anything that is in it. Accursed be the Sea People, and cursed are those who trade with it. Take his body and the body of his lover and bury the corner of the Fullers Field, and do not place any signs on them. As has been cursed in life, and will also be cursed by the dead. "
And people did as ordered.
At the end of the third year, during a holy day, the priest went to the chapel, to show people the wounds of the Lord, and tell them of the wrath of God on the altar
But there were strange flowers never seen before: troubled him their beauty and their scent was sweet to his nostrils, and felt happy and did not understand why it was.
"What flowers are the ones on the altar, and where they come from?"
"What flowers are not as we know, - said to him - but they range from the corner of the Fullers'. And the Priest trembled, and returned to his home and prayed.
At dawn he went to the seashore, and blessed the sea, and all the wild things that live there. He blessed all the things in the world of God and the people were full of joy and wonder.
But never in the Field of Fullers grew flowers of any kind, but the field remained barren as before. Neither the Sea People were more in the bay, as he went to another part of the sea.
Oscar Wilde 
Every evening the young Fisherman went out into the sea, and threw his nets into the water.
One evening in the network found a small siren asleep.
was beautiful, and the young Fisherman pulled him and held her in his arms.
She let out a cry "Please, let me go because I am the only daughter of a King, and my father is elderly and alone."
"You must promise me that you will come to sing for me, because the fish love to hear the song of the People of the Sea, and so my nets be full," said the fisherman.
And she promised.
Every night she sang for him and stuck out from the water. And when his boat was fully charged, the Siren slipped back into the sea, smiling.
But he was not close enough that he could never touch it.
So sweet was his voice, that in time he forgot his nets, and neglected his work. And one night he said: "Little Mermaid, I love you. Take me as your husband. "
But the siren shook his head, "You have a human soul, - he answered - if you leave your soul, then I love you."
And the young Fisherman said to himself: "What do I need my soul? I can not see it. I can not touch it. I do not know. Of course the stray. "
But he did not know how. So he went to the priest's house. And the priest you beat your chest, and replied: "Ah, you're crazy. There is nothing more precious than a human soul, and nothing on earth can be compared. Worth all the gold in the world. "
young Fisherman's eyes filled with tears at the words of the Priest. "In my network I captured the daughter of a king to his body I would give my soul, and give up his love for the sky. Tell me what I ask you, and let me go. "
"Go," cried the priest.
And the young Fisherman went into the marketplace, but the merchants mocked him, saying: "What we need the soul of a man? Not worth a piece of silver. "
"What is strange this! The priest tells me that the Soul is worth all the gold in the world, and the merchants say it is not worth a piece of silver, "he thought the Fisherman.
decided to go to the red-haired witch.
"What do you miss? - She cried - Tell me your wish, and I will give, and you pay me a price, pretty boy. "
"Whatever your price, I will pay I want my soul away from me," said the young Fisherman.
The Witch turned pale: "Nice guy - he murmured - this is a terrible thing to be."
"I do not care of my soul," said the young Fisherman.
"If I tell you how he asked The Witch "in return you have to dance with me. This night you must come on top of the mountain. - Whispered - is a Holy Day, and He will be there. "
"Who?" Asked the Fisherman.
"Never mind. - She said - When the moon is full we will dance together on the grass. "
"And tell me what I want?" He asked.
"I swear" he said.
A whirling dance until midnight to the Fisherman began to turn heads. He saw the shadow of a rock was a figure who was not there before.
Without knowing why, Fisher made the sign of the cross, and invoked the holy name. Witches squeaked like hawks and flew away, but he managed to grab the red-haired witch.
"You must tell me the secret and keep the promise."
"Both," she murmured. It took off from a wall boxcutter from the handle of green viper's skin, and gave it to him.
"What men call the shadow of the body is not the shadow of the body but the soul body. Stay on the seashore with his back to the moon, and cut away from your shadow walk, which is the body of your soul, and 'your soul to leave, and she will. ... I would not have told you, 'and he clung to his knees crying.
He pushed her away from him and left her lush grass. With the knife in waist down from the mountain. He stood on the sand with the moon behind.
And his Soul besought him not to, but to no avail, and finally said, 'If you really need from you, do not send me away without a heart. The world is cruel, give me your heart to take with me. "
"With what could I love my love if I give my heart to you?" He said.
"I could not love me too?" Asked his Soul.
"Go away, because I do not need you," cried the young Fisherman, and took the boxcutter and cut away the shadow from the feet and the shadow stood up in front of him, and looked at him, and it was exactly the same him. The young Fisherman backed
with uncertain step, she put the knife in his belt, and a sense of dismay invaded.
"Once a year I come here, and I will call you," said the Soul.
the young fisherman dived into the water, and the little mermaid came up to meet him, put her arms around his neck and kissed him.
And after a year the Soul came down to the seashore and called the young Fisherman. "Come closer, so I can talk to you, because I have seen wonderful things. When I left I headed to the East and I have traveled. From the Orient is all that is wise.
There I found the Mirror of Wisdom. Let me back inside you, and Wisdom is yours. Let me come with you, and no one will be wise like you. "
But the young Fisherman laughed. "Love of Wisdom is better she said," and the little Mermaid loves me. "
"There is nothing better than Wisdom, 'said the Soul.
"Love is better," said the young Fisherman, and he dived into the deep, and the Soul went weeping.
At the end of the second year the Soul came down to the shore of the sea, "Come closer, so I can talk to you, because I have seen wonderful things. When I left, I headed south and traveled. From the South is all that is precious. There I found the Ring of Riches. One who has this Ring is richer than all the kings of the world. Come and get it, and the world's riches will be yours. " But the young Fisherman laughed
"Love is better than riches" she said, "and the little Mermaid loves me."
"There is nothing better than Riches, 'said the Soul.
"Love is better," said the young Fisherman, and he dived into the deep, and the Soul went away crying.
At the end of the third year the Soul came down to the shore of the sea, "Come closer, so I can talk to you, because I have seen wonderful things."
And Soul said: "In a city that I know there is a girl whose face veiled that he danced in front of us. Her feet were bare. I've never seen anything so wonderful, and the city is a day trip from here. " The young Fisherman
remembered that the little Mermaid had no feet and could not dance. It took him a great desire.
And his soul cried with joy, and ran, and went inside him, and the young Fisherman saw stretched before him on the sand that shadow of the body which is the body of the Soul.
And his Soul said to him, 'Do not delay, let us go soon, because the gods are jealous of the Sea, and showed that obey their orders. "
traveled a long journey and during the Soul led the Fisherman to do many evil deeds, even to kill a man to rob him.
"I hate everything that you made me do," cried the young Fisherman, "And I hate you too. Why have you done with me in this way? ".
And his Soul answered him, "When you have sent me into the world not have given me heart, so I learned to do all these things and to love them."
"No," he cried, "I do not want to have anything to do with you, so you will cast away, right away." And he turned his back to the moon, and with green leather-handled boxcutter Viper struggled to cut away from his feet that shadow of the body which is the body of the Soul.
But his Soul said to him 'He to whom is returned to the Soul, should keep her forever, and this is his punishment and his reward. "
But the young Fisherman answered not his Soul, and returned to the place from which he came up to the little bay where she, her love, she used to sing. In a split of the rock he built himself a house. And every morning called the Mermaid, and every noon he called again, and every night he pronounced his name. But she never rose from the sea to meet him, nor in any place of the sea he could find none.
Soul begged him to come into his heart.
"Alas," cried his Soul, "I can not find entry, so this is surrounded by the love your heart."
And as he spoke there came a loud cry of pain from the sea, the cry that men hear when someone dies of the People of the Sea. And the young Fisherman leapt up, and left his house of reeds, and ran down the beach. And the black waves were fast to the shore, supporting a burden than white silver. The young Fisherman saw the body of the little Mermaid: lay dead at his feet.
Crying like those affected by the pain he fell to the ground next to it, and kissed the cold red of the mouth. He fell next to it on the sand, crying if he clutched his chest. And at the dead thing he made a confession. In the shells of his ears he poured the harsh wine of his story. Amara was his joy, and full of a strange happiness was his pain.
"Escape," said his Soul "because the sea is coming and will kill you if you wait. Fly, for I am afraid, seeing that your heart is inaccessible to me because of the greatness of your love. Escape to a safe place. You do not want to send me some heartless in another world? "
But the young Fisherman listened not to his Soul, but called to the little Mermaid and said, 'Love of wisdom is better and more valuable than wealth, and more beautiful feet the daughters of men. The fires can not destroy it, nor water quench. I called you, and you did not answer my call. Why cruelly I left you, and my damage went away. But your love never faded into me, has always been strong, and nothing could prevail against him, though I have met has known good and evil. And now that you are dead, I certainly will die with you. " And his Soul
asked him to leave, but he refused, so great was his love. And the sea came closer, and tried to cover it with its waves, and when he realized that the end was near kissed with mad lips the cold lips of the Mermaid, and the heart that was inside him snapped. And when her heart crashed through the fullness of his love, the Soul found an entrance and entered it, and it was one with him as before. And the sea covered the young Fisherman with its waves.
And in the morning the priest came to bless the sea, because he was agitated. And when the priest reached the coast he saw the young Fisherman lying drowned in the surf, and clasped in his arms was the body of the little Mermaid. And he drew back and cried: "Do not bless the sea nor anything that is in it. Accursed be the Sea People, and cursed are those who trade with it. Take his body and the body of his lover and bury the corner of the Fullers Field, and do not place any signs on them. As has been cursed in life, and will also be cursed by the dead. "
And people did as ordered.
At the end of the third year, during a holy day, the priest went to the chapel, to show people the wounds of the Lord, and tell them of the wrath of God on the altar
But there were strange flowers never seen before: troubled him their beauty and their scent was sweet to his nostrils, and felt happy and did not understand why it was.
"What flowers are the ones on the altar, and where they come from?"
"What flowers are not as we know, - said to him - but they range from the corner of the Fullers'. And the Priest trembled, and returned to his home and prayed.
At dawn he went to the seashore, and blessed the sea, and all the wild things that live there. He blessed all the things in the world of God and the people were full of joy and wonder.
But never in the Field of Fullers grew flowers of any kind, but the field remained barren as before. Neither the Sea People were more in the bay, as he went to another part of the sea.
Oscar Wilde
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Plasma Donation Centers90066
ODE TO DAY HAPPY
This time let's be happy,
nothing happened to anyone,
are not anywhere, it just happens that I'm happy
deep down to the last corner of the heart .
walking, sleeping or writing, I can
us, I'm happy.
are endless grass plains,
feel the skin wrinkled like a tree,
under water, the birds at the top,
the sea like a ring around my waist,
bread made of stone and earth
the air sings like a guitar.
you by my side on the sand, six sand
you sing and you're singing,
The world is my soul
hand and sand, the world today is your mouth, your mouth and let
sand
be happy, be happy because you
,
because breathing and breaths because,
be happy because I touch your knee and it is as if touched
the skin of the blue sky
and freshness.
Today, let's be happy, I just,
with or without all, be happy with the grass and sand
be happy with the air and earth,
be happy with you, with your mouth, be
happy.
Pablo Neruda 
This time let's be happy,
nothing happened to anyone,
are not anywhere, it just happens that I'm happy
deep down to the last corner of the heart .
walking, sleeping or writing, I can
us, I'm happy.
are endless grass plains,
feel the skin wrinkled like a tree,
under water, the birds at the top,
the sea like a ring around my waist,
bread made of stone and earth
the air sings like a guitar.
you by my side on the sand, six sand
you sing and you're singing,
The world is my soul
hand and sand, the world today is your mouth, your mouth and let
sand
be happy, be happy because you
,
because breathing and breaths because,
be happy because I touch your knee and it is as if touched
the skin of the blue sky
and freshness.
Today, let's be happy, I just,
with or without all, be happy with the grass and sand
be happy with the air and earth,
be happy with you, with your mouth, be
happy.
Pablo Neruda
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Keep Freshly Baked Brownies
THE ANGEL OF BUCHAREST
There are great people, who have the courage to think of children suffering beings and make their own way of life. And even for those who have no voice in a world so hectic that crushes those who can not defend themselves, there are those who work to collect this suffering and offer their time, their energy and their love.
Today I talk about Laura, her ineffable work of the strays in Romania. For those who do not know these animals are in a situation not only of neglect but are subject to unspeakable cruelty and unspeakable.
She lavished with so many like her, to sterilize, to work, heal from illness and cruelty of man.
often on the face of the man or woman to whom I ask to give a little help, I see a face as if to say: "If I help someone help the children, or sick, or" .... But then maybe you will not do that or anything.
Every living creature or plant, child, mouse, bee, air, sea or mountains are part of us.
You can enjoy all this without discrimination and without limits.
all part of us.
Let us not only treat our little world, we spend on something other than for items that do are essentially volatile and ephemeral.
invest just one euro to another and do not limit ourselves.
Doing well does it well.
For the dogs of the Romans only a few euro for sterilization.
Thanks to Laura for all of us and the dogs who are lucky enough to find you.
Who wants to know more sull'Angelo Bucharest, Laura Pontini can find it on
http://www.myspace.com/lamentorumeno
http://www.lamentorumeno.org 
There are great people, who have the courage to think of children suffering beings and make their own way of life. And even for those who have no voice in a world so hectic that crushes those who can not defend themselves, there are those who work to collect this suffering and offer their time, their energy and their love.
Today I talk about Laura, her ineffable work of the strays in Romania. For those who do not know these animals are in a situation not only of neglect but are subject to unspeakable cruelty and unspeakable.
She lavished with so many like her, to sterilize, to work, heal from illness and cruelty of man.
often on the face of the man or woman to whom I ask to give a little help, I see a face as if to say: "If I help someone help the children, or sick, or" .... But then maybe you will not do that or anything.
Every living creature or plant, child, mouse, bee, air, sea or mountains are part of us.
You can enjoy all this without discrimination and without limits.
all part of us.
Let us not only treat our little world, we spend on something other than for items that do are essentially volatile and ephemeral.
invest just one euro to another and do not limit ourselves.
Doing well does it well.
For the dogs of the Romans only a few euro for sterilization.
Thanks to Laura for all of us and the dogs who are lucky enough to find you.
Who wants to know more sull'Angelo Bucharest, Laura Pontini can find it on
http://www.myspace.com/lamentorumeno
http://www.lamentorumeno.org
Friday, October 10, 2008
How Many Calories In The Garlic Paste At Zankou
THE THRILL OF THE MALE SMALL
Having seen the tears of my niece, I remember well my sister Elena, who burst into tears when he heard this song .... and was still on the chair ......
the rest really sad
you propose again the 
Having seen the tears of my niece, I remember well my sister Elena, who burst into tears when he heard this song .... and was still on the chair ......
the rest really sad
you propose again the
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
What Tootpaste Is Oxygenating Toothpaste
Enigmatic
Who is it, what you think and especially what "feels" no one knows. What turns in the paths of his extraordinary mind, living in such times and in such spaces, it is impossible to say.
More and more is a mystery to me.
Why waste time studying the aliens? 
Who is it, what you think and especially what "feels" no one knows. What turns in the paths of his extraordinary mind, living in such times and in such spaces, it is impossible to say.
More and more is a mystery to me.
Why waste time studying the aliens?
Friday, September 26, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Arc Trainer Calorie Counter Accuracy
LOVE WITHOUT LIMITS IN PRAISE OF SIMPLICITY '
be ourselves, as we are,
not think either the first or after the
deprived of "never" and detached from "always"
still in an eternal present in
movement. 
be ourselves, as we are,
not think either the first or after the
deprived of "never" and detached from "always"
still in an eternal present in
movement.
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Acetaminophen Blood Stools
BIDIBI-Bobbidi-BU! PARADISO TERRESTRE
If you want to know more about the fairies, click http://www.alfrojul.net/index2.htm
What would you do magic? 
If you want to know more about the fairies, click http://www.alfrojul.net/index2.htm
What would you do magic?
Thursday, August 21, 2008
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