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EVERY MOMENT IS ALL MY LIFE. APPOINTMENT WITH MY ANGEL

Now I fully understand that appointment with my angel .... his words were so certain everything will be fine ".... ...." and it is true ...." veeeeery everything is well after that dream ".... my father knew of my illness ... is not the first time you sleep with him just very difficult and hard times .... remember it well before my pregnancy, Sofia, I had a pregnancy that did not end and I saw in dreams crying bitterly ... and waking thought, how strange, my dad would be happy for my pregnancy and I lost a few days .... do not believe much in these things but it seems that the connection between them as it was in real life, it is more Bedtime Stories ...


We were great friends, accomplices .... maybe that's why I miss him so much ... but it's funny ... just yesterday talking to one of my pacientitas in the office, I had a friend that lost his father in an accident ... is 9 years old ... she knows my dad ... because I have a picture of him in the office ... and said, "my friend is sad like you to miss your dad ".... if indeed miss him very much and understand very well your friend .... and she replied, "but mariluz child is worse, because you have less time ... you what you had more time my friend" ... when I said that, I felt a bucket of cold water falling over that is absolutely right ... nothing like house in the soul and the existence of everything we had and shared with your loved one and even more if it was the richest time of your life .... and it's true ... I'm not a girl ...


This year, my father turned 8 years have died and still feel like yesterday ... maybe what hurts me is the way he died ... depression and sadness that invaded his last days ... having had to give up what she loved it was his passion for writing, his work, the place where he felt at home all the time and which gave life and heart .... soul refused to have something of my own .... something that was theirs. .. that relied on people ... and finally realized he was left with empty hands ... at least in the professional area.



That was a great lesson in my life and so now I give my life and my heart for something that if it is mine ... Hypatia, my institituto , my refuge ... is the greatest satisfaction I have ... and where my soul has a daily haven, where all great and wonderful conversations I have with each one of those adults and children that I open your spirit will go there feeling much better ... I do like to see them go.



my father was right ... things are better ... Hypatia going well .... my health is not great ... but is controlled and I'm learning to live with it ... the break has taken on new meaning in my life .... and I enjoy many things that did not happen .... and saw among them the most important ... MY CHILDREN ... MY FAMILY ... that is exquisite watch, laugh, play and mourn .... feel like my arms are strengthened each time the cuddle, as if to soak me forever ... so as I miss them .... the friendships that pick up time and distance for letting you go after .... but now I understand that the later is as ephemeral as uncertain ... ... so lacking now .... nothing like ... like this ... I have always said and I say EVERY MOMENT IS ALL MY LIFE .... why I live my life with so much passion ....



"To be a journalist above all to be a good person. If it is a good person can try to understand others, their intentions, their faith, their interests, their difficulties, tragedies. It is a quality that psychology of payroll empathy, which allows the caller to know the character, and share their problems natural and sincere. In this sense, the only correct way to do our job is to disappear, to forget our existence: we exist only for others to share their problems in trying to solve, or at least describe them. " - These words of Ryzard Kapuscinski always struck me, that I personally have found a striking similarity between psychology and journalism .... to be an excellent professional must be a very good person ... I do not doubt. ... I'm not perfect, nor was my father ... but try to be the best I can be and I know my father would try in every minute of his life ....


Today I am happy, I feel confident and satisfied ... the struggle bears fruit ... and the greatest of all .... HAPPINESS is


A kiss to all.

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Last night I dreamed my father ... as I always think, I had an appointment with my angel ...

confess that these days I have spent very well ... I struggled to keep my spirit ... but 9 years have been too ... and I am aware that a bad situation much one can do everything the same by manetenerse up ... if it's bad it will never be recommended and it ends up charging you an invoice ... I know I'll make the right decision.

In my dream I saw myself in a place that I recognized as the offices of a newspaper perhaps remembering the place where my father was there at my workplace ... I was crying desperately searching without finding ... along comes the "guy" who eventually usurped my coordination in the work helped by my head, taking my place, maybe the story is remembered ( here is the link of what I wrote at the time ) and in my sleep again is rewarded with a position much better than mine by a chief who will never see his face ... I cried desperately looking for my father and still could not find ... I clearly remember my discomfort and sadness of being in a place where I did not like people do not even look at me and of course I ran the word ... (what happens now) then I saw my mother and I went to tell him that was not my father and wanted him to tell him how hard I try not to be well achieved.

Sometime in my dream I looked at my father in the midst of all people, I remember my dream is in black and white, all without color, a gray gloom, my father looked at him with lots of color, with blue guayabera and a smile on his face. I run into his arms in a sea of \u200b\u200btears and close permanently into his arms and caressed my head telling me CALM, ALL IS WELL ....

Things have not been so simple, is that nobody is ... and so is the life of constant struggle, but how hard it is to do in a world where you feel you're irrelevant, because the corruption, impunity and hopelessness are our daily bread. It's hard not to catch, preserve the spirit and not lose hope.

I'm not the same, at least in my workplace, I confess that I have changed and could not be otherwise ... however if it were not for my items, everything I write and stuff, and now my big project INSTITUTE CAMPECHE Psychotherapist "Hypatia", not that it would be me.

few days ago a friend asked me how I did it to recharge my energies when suddenly the battery is low ... I and I commented that I appreciate greatly to my patients at the clinic, their struggle to be better is to be admired, and the trust placed in me makes me feel that my struggle and effort are worth it ... and I have to pass from the bottom of my heart that happiness is something that can be achieved, but we must fight for her ...

Another huge source for my positive energy, is my family ... my children, my husband, my nieces, my sisters, my mother ... they also fight and we enjoyed together despite everything we've been so difficult, together or separately ...

is that the struggle continues ... still not over ... is important to be grateful ... gratitude to all that life gives us is an inexhaustible source of positive direction to what we experience daily, very difficult and hard this is ...

my father's death has not been easy to overcome ... he was happy, I do not doubt ... in his last moments must confess that I felt sad and depressed ... knowing that he had no life long worried, because I knew it would not of their loved ones who had protected and cared so much ... another thing that moved me deeply was to see him alone, was a person who helped many I'm sure unconditionally without expecting anything in return, he had to leave work for health reasons, writing was his passion and lived it well ... but all at home we witnessed the indifference of many who told their friends and those who tirelessly helped ... I'm sure it hurt a lot ...

remember his picture in the living room couch next to the large window facing the street, deep in thought and perhaps their deepest feelings ...

I want my life has meaning ... I was like yours in mine and that of all who knew him are aware of it or not ... sorry that is not with me to watch everything I've achieved ... but that as a guardian angel is there in me and all beings who loved with all his heart. It was a guardian angel in life ... is that now it is too.

I thank God for His blessings ... I live and feel alive, not only surviving in this world that is presented daily as complicated and even aggressive ... I know there are many angels on our side, some living very close to us, others may no longer be, but I'm sure "Death does not rob us of loved ones. Instead we keep them and us The immortalized in the memory, it is life if we robs many times and definitely. "

A kiss to all.

ANGELES APPOINTMENT

From the earliest times

guardian angels fly

always jealous of his votes against abuses and excesses.

Along with infant cribs,

with the sad dying

have to watch the Gentiles winged beings from another world.
When this angel across the sky,

nothing similar to it.

The end of his hurry

flight is the decision of a herejeno be distracted or delayed,

everything is now inappropriate. Va

toward the field of flowers

where the fire expected to Bruno.
launched an angel of the height,

free fall

get cold.

The order of his head is down to Two Rivers.

May 19 and also is the mountain of foam and mother saw

when another horse angel falls "with the poor of the earth."
say that the edge of an angel even compassionate

passed before the moon, flying over the olive trees.

They say that bad habit was shot with her fan,

just in time that Spain Federico murdered.
A beautiful archangel hovers next to a big iron bird. Try

see a man to drive away one hundred thousand exiles.

But the archangel is stifled and a blue wing hurts

and black bird opens its mouth when they pass through Hiroshima.
leaving a luminous groove on Memphis, Tennessee

, hurriedly flew a winged frenzy. Iba

put into mourning, crying was the cherub

and was counting the minutes of God and Martin Luther King.
The angel passes under a bridge, then

around a skyscraper.

Central Park, full of people, not aware of your flight.

much utopia will be broken and how much imagination

door when bullets Dakota knocked down to John. September
howls still chilling balance its dual

everything happens the same day from a similar hatred.

And the same angel that was back in Chile to bomb the president,

see the two towers with thousands falling unforgettably.
desperation, the cherubs make heaven on earth

and clouds with paint pens farewell to war.

The world cries filled the balconies and at the end:

this is my fight, but the lord of the guns

does not look to heaven and hear him. Poor
urgent angels are never saved.

Could it be that they are incompetent or there's no way to help?

To avoid further pain and accounts of the psychoanalyst, we

a ding mejoresy much less selfish.

Benedetti

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dystopian thoughts

gears have finally found a place to fit in, I have found in sistema.Han embraced its evolution and then the monster came to life. Have opened the eyes of the Emperor hungry, have turned on the lights of his empire, resistance has been eliminated, has deciphered the enigma: the company had not been before and throughout history rather than a combination of a numerical and zeros, where the zeros, because they lack any value, have been eliminated. One by one, all zeros in the numerical scheme of social values \u200b\u200bhave disappeared: the doubt, searching, utopia, the ideological diversity, rebellion. Lo and behold the true image of zero: a snake biting its tail. The end of eternity, the eternity of the end, the perpetually numbing social poison producers. Social thought is poison. Undermines the peace of the people. The same struggle for justice, since no fight is fair and it makes it a contradiction: the fight is clearly a zero, it cancels itself misma.El Monster proposed as the only significant departure for inner peace suspension Thought: the yearning for taradaxia. The emptying of ideas. Clear mind, not wear neurological causes, taking orders and working from within. Only a mind that is busy to be functional and useful within a predesigned scheme is considered a "one" only creature who has a mental image of himself as a device that launches its hypernym, machinery producer of happiness: money, titles, status, roles, status, positions, awards, fees, scholarships, careers, recognition, Salaries and other delicacies insubstantial, but fruitful. The zeros are vernacular of asylum. Their heads work so incomprehensible and absurd. Their concerns are inconsistent and devoid of concrete objects. Want to understand the meaning of the world, verify the existence (or not) of any god, finally, about everything that happens, judging good and evil. As if that would do any good in a society biologically limited. Cropped to study information service trades, working, eating, defecating, exchange bodily fluids, breed and sleep takes too long to keep everyone entertained. Who does not have enough of this, is a madman, is nothing. And while "some" can be adapted perfectly to the lonely solitude, because they have tended to thinking (and therefore the sadness and the internal crisis and the world) only when that concept was unknown today eradicated from memoirs , a small social gathering if you spare some time for leisure is not bad. It's good to keep the functional gear, give a bit of interaction with other gear from time to time, so they can talk about their work, career aspirations, their favorite television programs from consuming products and services that have been taken in the week. These small interactions make them feel loved and admired and envied by their peers, and that gives them a sense of wellbeing. Gears, "some" need each other, but only to operate jointly the monotonous machines.

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The terrible sincerity

a reader writes me: "Please answer me, very seriously, how should one live to be happy." Dear Sir: If I could answer, serious or humorous, how so it must be lived to be happy, instead of being pergueñando notes, would be perhaps the richest man on earth, selling only a dime, the formula to live happily. You see what nonsense I asked. I think there's a way to live in relationship with peers and himself, if not give happiness, gives the individual who practices a kind of magical power of dominion over his fellows, is sincerity. Be honest with everyone, and most still get it even if they hurt. Although breaking the soul against the obstacle. Although it remains alone, isolated and bleeding. This is not a formula for a happy life, but I do not think it is for strength and examine the contents of life, whose appearances deceive dizzying and continually. Do not see what others are doing. Cares not a whit of what the views of others. Whether you, yourself above all else, about good and evil, of pleasure and pain, about life and death. You and you. Nothing more. And be strong as hell then. Strong in spite of all and everyone. No amount is worth it to make head against the wall. Interróguese always at the worst moment of his life, as follows: - Am I honest with myself? And if your heart says yes, and it has thrown down a well, drop with confidence. Being sincere is not to kill. Be very sure of that. Will not to kill, because you can not kill. Life, mysterious life that governs our lives, prevent you from jumping into the pit mate. Life providentially placed one meter before you get to the bottom, hooked nail where his clothes, and ... you will be saved. I tell you: "What if the others do not understand that I am sincere?" What matters to you from the others! The earth and life are so many ways with different heights, that nobody can see farther away from giving their eyes. Although not climb a mountain, you will not see an inch beyond what you let your sight. But, listen well: the day that those around you realize you is on a path not trite, but progress guided by the sincerity, that day I look in amazement, then with curiosity. And that day you, with the force of his sincerity, show them how much power in his hands, that day will be their slaves spiritually, believe it. I tell you: "What if I'm wrong?". Does not matter. One is wrong when it comes to mistakes. Not a minute before or one minute later. Why? Because that is what life has prepared, which is that mysterious force. If you are sincerely wrong, forgive him. Or do not forgive. Little interest. You follow your path. Against all odds. Against all, whether to go against all. And believe me come a time when you feel stronger, life and death become two toys in her hands. So, as it sounds. Life. Death. You will look at that tobacco that has such a back and a kick is going to pull away from you. What do you care about names, if you, your strength is beyond the names? Sincerity has a curious double bottom. Does not alter the intrinsic nature of that practice, and gives itself a kind of double vision, unusual sensitivity, and that allows it to lie and not only lie, but the feelings of being at his side. There is a phrase of Goethe, for this state, it's worth a Peru. He says: "You I've gotten into this maze, you'll get me it "is what previously told. Sincerity causes which faithfully practice, a series of violent forces. these forces are only displayed when there has to be that of" You've got me in this maze, you'll get me. "And if you're sincere, you will hear the voice of these forces. They dragged him, perhaps, to perform acts absurd. No matter. You make them. What is be bleeding? And of course! All costs in this land. Life gives nothing, absolutely. All you have to buy with pounds of flesh and blood. And suddenly discover something that is not happiness, but an equivalent to it . The emotion. The thrill of risking terrible skin and happiness. Not in the cards, but you become a kind of human emotion card looking for happiness, desperately, through extraordinary combinations, most unexpected. Or what do you think? What is one of those billionaires American newspaper vendors yesterday, later coal, then owners of the circus, and on journalists, car dealers, until a stroke of fortune puts in place that inevitably should be? These men became billionaires because they wanted to be that. With that they knew who did the happiness of his life. But think about you at all As played to be happy. And while not producing the cash, the emotion that was derived from every play, made them stronger. Do you realize? See friend: have a basis of sincerity, and on that tightrope or tense, cross the chasm of life, with truth in hand, and will succeed. There is nobody, absolutely nobody, you can make it fall. And even those who throw stones today, tomorrow you will come to smile shyly. Believe it, my friend, a sincere man is so strong that only he can laugh and pity of it all.

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Knowledge is an endless staircase
You can be the first steps
O closest to that room
mysteriously closed millennia.
However, Ni
those below
not those above
may never get into it because when you arrive


will realize that neither one nor the other
have found the key.

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This poem is really incredible ... seem that the poet had been for a second in my heart, feeling carefully to what your heartbeats transmitted by the love of my father ....

Since his departure, I confess it hurts me even in the depths of my soul ... there are times I feel very lonely ... fighting amid a tide of corruption and indifference ... but when spring from my desires, or a dream, which fought tooth and nail ... and I start to reap the fruits delicious ... very clear to me that I'm not alone ... that the presence of that being in my blood, which I admired, supported and trusted me fully in my ... is always with me ...

The poem describes clearly and precisely the relationship I had with my father ... our relationship was always friendly, and total complicity ... I experienced firsthand what a beautiful link can be done in the spirit of a person ... so my great interest that the parents of my patients live in the same way with their children ... those little things that are concrete and living extension of her very being ....

The transcendence of the spirit is incredible ... I carry in mine the essence of my father ... and my children take my essence, and his grandfather ... always in every step, every dream, every desire ... My little Adda

Sofia constantly mentions his grandfather, and it is incredible that relates miss it even without having met him ... and that every act of my life is this ... as in every act of the circumstances of my little Sophie and Rafa, I find reflected in them ... and I find reflected ... although each has its own personality, its own dreams and desires ... but my story and my father are the prologue you start your own ... as the story of my father was the prologue of mine ...

Thus are sown the future ... with my present and my past .... and these days that I cling to happiness, but not permitted me ....

'm happy ... no doubt ... I have my father with me ... my love, my accomplice and everything ... that definitely WE ARE MORE THAN TWO ....

A kiss to all.

AND FRATERNAL ABRAZO GABY MY DEAR FRIEND ... WITH ALL MY HEART IN these difficult times .... THIS SONG IS FOR YOU ....

I LOVE

Mario Benedetti

Your hands are my caress

my everyday line

love you because your hands

work for justice

if you want it is because you

my love, my accomplice and all

and on the street side by side

we are more than two

your eyes are my spell

against bad day

love you for your look

looking and future planting

your mouth that is yours and mine

your mouth not mistaken

love you because your mouth

rebel yell know

if you want it is because you

my love, my accomplice and everything

and on the street side by side

we are more than two

and for your sincere face

and your step Tramp

and your tears for the world

people love you because you're

and because love is not halo

or moral candid

and because we are family

who knows she is not alone

want you in my paradise

ie in my country

people be happy

even without permission

if you want it is because you

my love, my accomplice and all

and on the street side by side

we are more than two .

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About apathetic

Listen with your ears the sounds of a deaf mute later, the predominant blackness of walls about to vanish and turn into thousands of particles of dust down on soft surfaces, bras ridiculous materia.Y cracked glass one of them, to see through it, with its near-blind eyes, sky rusty dripping on tarmac, and drowning in ponds at a bird with no beak and wings that lies dying in a dark corner, unnoticed by those who pass by his side, without even notarlo.Toda the hope that once used to be muse today is so distant and remote as appreciated and admired a landscape from a photograph without color, so elusive to the touch and taste like a dream interrupted, incomplete feeling left eager to own, transforming him into a being dissatisfied and empty, with high aspirations to the fullness that never finished their knowledge or more valid attempt.
see what remains of humans. The notes go, forcing the poor view and extremo.Van come without a certain direction are being disregarded, the impact their body masses merge into one and then horrible monsters that emerge from melting bodies with several feet and hands, and horrible mouths begging to be fed. Hungry, they begin to devour their own flesh, limbs are torn, and incomplete bodies crouched walk, crawl, crawl. It impressed a bit with the carnage, although the weather has become more insensitive to the everyday, which senses sleep anesthesia in situations of physical pain that would otherwise be intolerable, the interior has been dormant and no longer able to remain conscious of everything. Close
glassy eye with eyelids cracked fabric, light la luz y busca ese otro vidrio plateado que refleja el adentro.Allí puede observarse a sí mismo y a su entorno. No ve más que las paredes sucias encerrando un cuerpo ya sin forma, “¿Cómo es que entré aquí?” No se reconoce del todo, encuentra quizá un leve parecido en la mirada, mas ésta mucho más apagada, sin aquel fulgor que su memoria le trae como un difuso recuerdo.
Y entonces, una cadena de imágenes del pasado comienzan a sucederse, una tras otra, en el interior de su mente.Y allí están el campo verde con sus grandes árboles, y un cielo despejado con pájaros volando en él, y gente caminando de la mano, algunos riendo, otros comunicándose. Una casa con paredes white, and one of them a huge window overlooking the lake, children running and playing, a warm smile on a woman's face, a group of phonemes out of his mouth and he is moved, a mirror that shines bright in the corner the room, and in it the reflection of a hopeful man, a man almost full.

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SICK SWAN

A dying swan in a palace surrounded.

A swan mysterious silken robe

That instead of slipping into the mainstream

leda

are tired of looking tight space.

The swan is a sick man who worships the God of Gold;

Sun's father races his agony

fruitful

So sadness is a symphony

of flowers are opened in the shade of weeping.

have chest crossed by a dagger crazy,

blood Drop by drop diluted in the lake

and blue waters under the magician

love

rubies Power of distilled its wrong.

The soul of this swan is a sensitive ...

not raise the voice on the side of the pond

If you do not want the swan with the peak starting

holding the knife was there illegally. They

old legends that are sick of love.

That big heart has been a hundredfold

And that is in the core as the crucified

A pain that encompasses all human pain.

And the legends it is a swan-poet ...

That magic has anointed rate

throat

And sing because yes, as the stream sings

Crystal Rhyme your current worries.

I dreamed one night in the old palace

swan was tired of looking at space.

Alfonsina Storni

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Fragmentations

I do not like talking about myself, but of tiny portions of life that work as a whole, small molecular gears that perform tasks innate, never cuestionan.Materia gray bow down to their organic chemical buffoons, and shapes them through a movement or a nervous reaction, never my , but those t-nfimas parts of life that serve as the All . I can only recognize as a sponge that absorbs the outside. The environment around me, yes, is me-o, but not the ways to assimilate and respond to él.Yo'm not who controls me, I am the means by which power an inordinate amount of entities of different f-foward . They all expressed through the figure grouped up, which is visible to the outside as a body, like the sponge . What conveys the look is not only what was subordinated to show, what the audible voice is a message that forced compartir.Ahora, someone tells me to write these lines, show me and puts words in a particular order under the action of the hand that the outside looks like me-a, but in reality they . I obey, but I would like to grow other hands in this body, hands I belong , and flow down the sponge to be emptied of any content to leave it in its primitive state.

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The ship

Amarras consciousness as a small boat

and enter the dream as he is crossing the river

lying on the warm sand of the shore

Everything happens

any browser in the waters of silence

Grow plants

women ovulate

Madura preparapara the fruit and a new sunburn

nails grow

wise grows hair on the skull of the Palpa

crazy pregnant women - how much love, the future murderer who is growing in her womb

Palpa his cancerous tumor

moans of love the lonely wails

sated by love that is loved by two tour

the moon in its orbit

Turn the earth

All hearts resound with force

and ring the heart of the world

wake again You raise the ship, everything shines

You know why

Someone from the bank

see you go.

Efraín Bartolomé

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Of the three transformations

Three metamorphoses of the spirit you mention: how the spirit becomes a camel, the camel a lion, the lion, finally in niño.Hay many heavy things for the spirit, the spirit strong, patient, which inhabits the veneration demand strength heavy things, and even the heaviest of all. What is heavy? and asks the patient spirit, and kneels, as the camel, and he wants to be charged either. What is the heaviest heroes? and asks the patient spirit, that I bear it and rejoice in my strength. Is not it: humble to do harm to one's pride? Doing one's folly shine to mock one's wisdom? Or is it: away from our cause when it celebrates its victory? "Climbing high mountains to tempt the tempter? Or is it: alimentary on acorns and grass of knowledge and starve the soul by the love of truth, or do it this: being sick and sent to ride dildos, and make friends with deaf, who never hear what you want? Or is it: immersed in dirty water when it is the water of truth, not away from cold frogs and hot toads? Or is it: love those who despise us and reach out to the ghost when he wants to frighten us? With all these things, the heaviest of all, load the patient spirit: like the camel that runs into the desert with its load, and run it to their desert. But in the loneliest desert, the second metamorphosis occurs: here is transformed into a lion spirit, wants to win their freedom as a conquered prey, and be master in his own desierto.Aquí looking for his last master: wants to become an enemy of him and his last god, the great dragon wants to fight for victory. Who is the great dragon which the spirit is not to keep calling lord and god? You must! is called the great dragon. But the spirit of the lion says I love you!. You must! you tight, shines like gold, is a scaly animal, and each of its scales shine áureamente the "You must!". Valores thousand years glitter on those scales, and the mightiest of all dragons speaks thus: "All the values \u200b\u200bof things-glitter on me." All values \u200b\u200bhave already been created, and I am-all created values. Indeed, there shall be no 'I will'. "Thus says the dragón.Hermanos mine, what is required to have the lion in the spirit? Why not just the beast of burden, which renounces and is reverent ? create new values, not the lion is still able to do: create more freedom for new creating-that if you are able to do the power of freedom and león.Crearse not even facing the holy duty: to do so, my brethren, león.Tomarse need the right to new values-that is taking more horrible for a patient and respectful spirit. In truth, it is for him to steal, and proper thing rapiña.En an animal spirit once loved the "thou shalt" as their most holy thing: now must find illusion and caprice even in the most holy, so be free to steal his love for this robbery león.Pero accurately tell me, my brothers, what can the child do that even the lion could not do? Why must the preying lion still become a child? Innocence is the child, and forgetfulness, a new beginning, a game, a wheel that moves by itself, a first movement, a holy sí.Sí, my brothers , for the game of creating a sacred "is required if: the spirit now wants the will, removed from their world conquest now mundo.Tres changes I have mentioned the spirit: how the spirit became a camel, the camel a lion, the lion, finally, into a child.

[from Thus Spake Zarathustra, Friedrich Nietzsche]

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Freedom

Freedom is one of the most profound of human beings: Resume, in a way, previous features, because it decides this, guides and underlies the future, and above all is the self. Be determined, in effect, would not be yourself, it would be a simple reflection of the world, a meeting point and a resultant of natural forces. Individuality is given, the person affirms and freedom. What, then, is the free action? First of all is an absolute beginning, an irrational act, therefore, in the sense that it can not be predicted or explained by reason, the whole logic of the world is powerless to deduce the decisions of one man. It is also a choice, which means that in the presence of an alternative is chosen one of the exclusion of the other members. Perhaps it is possible to overcome the contradictions and overcome everything by the Hegelian dialectic at the level of pure speculation, but certainly in the plane of existence that's yes or no. Finally, and this allows us to penetrate in the depths of freedom: the act of choosing something, whatever it is, basically you choose one yourself. Freedom, then, is chosen: for a party consent to be what it is, be yourself, and secondly in trying to become what is not. But the two aspects overlap, actually coincide, since the being of man is becoming. Freedom appears as a tension of being to itself.

[Lessons on existentialism, Roger Verneaux]

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Welcome / as!

Having tried without success to express myself through different virtual media whose primary functions appear is far from the needs of literary expression such as fotolog (which lets you enter a few characters and texts always cut in half) and facebook (which is full of trivial applications to my taste), I finally decided create this blog, with the idea of \u200b\u200bsharing some excerpts from novels and writing in general that I have marked and captured throughout my youth, as well as to publish some of my writings to share with those who have willingly want to read.
Writing is my form of catharsis, and read is often my way of abstracting the world.
believe that art in general, is the only way human beings have to transcend the limits of matter. Human beings are small, mortal, perishable, but the art is timeless.
I hope the site will enjoy it, and I'll try to update often.
Successes and best wishes to all those who take the time to go.

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What is death? Elizabeth Kubler Ross


Death, six-letter word that weighs as much, which leads to endless questions and deep emotions ...
only certainty is that we bring to birth, no one escapes it, nobody knows how or llegrá, and many wonder if it really be the end of all existence, or if there is something after and if so, what awaits us beyond of death??
someday will know with certainty what is death? Will be only one change to another form of life, or the end of everything? if any of us survive, where it goes?? happens after leaving the physical body?
From the beginning, man has made such and other questions about death trying to unravel this great mystery. Scientifically
death is but the extinction of the homeostatic process, therefore, the end of life. Hippocrates
death defined as:
"when the soul leaves the body home."
In our time is paying close attention to near-death experiences and many investigations have shed light on the possibility that life continues after physical death.

"The soul of man is like water from heaven
, rises into the sky
and then returns to earth in an eternal cycle"

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Raymod A. Moody , psychiatrist and philosopher was the first doctor who studied systematically the phenomena of survival of bodily death, publishing the results of his research in his bestselling book "Life after life." Shortly after he came into contact with Dr. Elizabeth Kubler-Ross, discovering that his research was not only parallel to his, but it doubled its findings.
"Life After Life" not only altered concepts and beliefs deeply rooted in the collective consciousness, but it opens an intense and enriching debate on the death and disappearance beyond the physical body.
Since its publication in 1970, the contents of the work of Dr. Moody has been in place in any discussion about near-death experiences.
His scientific curiosity led him further and continued their investigations into death and enter a field even more controversial: the possibility of contacting people already dead.
The results of these investigations are embodied in his book "Beyond about life after life", whose content involves a turning point, since their contributions discard prejudices and raise questions that can not be ignored by anyone with minimal interest in the great enigmas that surround man about death.
In his book Dr. Moody gives us a recopliación of evidence submitted by people who experienced the death clinical and being resuscitated reveal surprising details like pointing combines same conclusion: the existence of life after death.

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Born in Switzerland in 1926, Elizabeth Kubler-Ross spent more than three decades of his life as a psychiatrist to study death as thanatological helped hundreds of dying prepare to face the moment of transition, wrote several books and traveled to lecture explaining that Death does not exist.
Doctor Honoris Causa of several universities, is recognized worldwide as an authority in the field of Thanatology.
In his latest book "The Wheel of Life" recounts his life and his experiences with patients at the threshold of death and how her research led her to earn the title "Lady of Death and Dying" According
the Dr. Kubler-Ross have reached an era of transition in our society we must have the courage to open nNew doors and admit that our current scientific tools are inadequate for many of the new research.
Elizabeth left him no doubt, to die is so naturalcomo born and raised, only the materialism of our culture has become the latest act of frightening development.
"When we made the task that we have to do on earth, we are allowed to leave the body apreisiona our soul, like the silk cocoon encloses the future butterfly. When the time comes and we leave ourselves free of pain , fears and worries, free as a beautiful regrersamos butterfly and our hhogar, God "
(From" The Wheel of Life ")

" Death: a sunrise "is another book where Dr. Kubler-Ross confronts us in the process of" last trip "or way out of this life, in his tireless work as thanatological along with their patients in the moments before death, could be systematically studied the possibility of survival of consciousness, as well as the encounter with deceased relatives and The aftermath of life experience also tells a "transpersonal" in which she validated that consciousness is not confined within the limits of the material world.

"To die is to move a home more beautiful, is leaving the physical body like a butterfly leaves its cocoon." Those were the words of joy that she spoke with her dying patients.
The scientific experiments of Dr. Elizabeth Kubler-Ross allows us to confirm the existence of life after death. It's just the ticket to a new state of consciousness which continues to exist, sharing, and in which the spirit has the opportunity to continue their growth.

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life after life after death

Physical death is defined as the cessation of all bodily functions, this means desaparción material body but the soul of the deceased continues to exist in other dimensions or planes of existence.

if we knew what death is, we would know the true meaning of life. Death is not an end but a passage to another way of life more fully, without restrictions of matter. According

yogi philosophy, there are different levels of life and existence, desperndernos material body, our soul goes to the next level, more subtle with a higher vibrational rate

In his book "Life After Death" Yogi Ramacharaka said

"Humanity is mesmerized by the idea of \u200b\u200bdeath. The vulgar use of this word denotes the illusion.

On the lips of those who should have more knowledge we hear expressions such as "the implacable scythe of death", "cut short in the prime of his age," "gone forever" "It was over for him," irreparable loss ", etc.., Speaking of a person who just left this world as if she gave to understand that no longer exists and it is nothing.

Especially in the Western world dominated by these pessimistic and skeptical ideas, although there prevailing Christian religion describes the delights of heaven in such a vigorous and attractive terms to all the faithful should want transit so happy and happy life. "

The generality of the people, notwithstanding their profession of faith, fear of death, terrifies them in his image and his memory disturbs them with invincible terror.

Strictly speaking, from the Eastern view there is no death.

This name is a lie and your idea an illusion born of ignorance.

There is no death. Just life with many phases and forms, one of which called "death" of the ignorant.

Nothing really dies but all experience a change of form and activity. "