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Infancy memories

It sprouted between crying in the happy day in Cuenca in the year of grace of Our Master of 1970, many persons were born this year, and some of them were born there, it is more some, very few, only seven according to the official records were born in the same city the same day, but only she of between all suffered on having seen its life violated by my poor pen, on having contemplated its most intimate secrets aired by the barbarian perpetration of a bold attempt of biography.

INFANCY:
He was born in Cuenca, although he would remember little of her, since being much a girl its parents chose to go to France, in search of new opportunities. To read more …»

I want to write, feel the need to write, and only with difficulty I come to evil to tack four words … left it; tomorrow it will be another day.

I want to read, want to know, know, and if I am lucky to enjoy, if, I am lucky … and meet this.

Save me of suffering in this trip,
Lie to me with lies like temples.

thanks to Paradise without you.

That the night it does not confuse you.

At present to ask the couple for the hand or equally, that so much mounts, mounts so much, it has stopped being what was. Today it has turned into an event that must be a public. In such a way that if there is no public around like whom the request loses substance, wittiness and effectiveness.

Examples of them there are millions. From going out in the program that one “what you need is a love” to do the cinnamon tree with bonbons and balloons before the dear one, to ask for it raised in the Tower Eifel, to ask for it in the rest of a football match and in the middle of the field of play, to do the request in poem or accompanied by the musicality of the prickly pear. For tastes the colors. All these facts have in common its publicity; which I do not know if it is to force to the future / or one to which it it is or the taste for being the laughing stock of a persons' heap., pedirlo en el descanso de un partido de fútbol y en medio del terreno de juego, hacer la petición en verso o acompañado de la musicalidad de la tuna…. Para gustos los colores. Todos estos hechos tienen en común su publicidad; la cual no sé si es para forzar a la futura/o a que lo sea o el gusto por ser el hazmerreír de un montón de personas.

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CRISIS: WHAT CRISIS?

This way a few ladies were interrogated a few days behind in the meter. Absorbed I, it was not giving credit to what he was listening. The conversation was continuing:

- My husband work as it is me who keeps on having; and they have promoted my son in the company. I do not know about what crisis they speak.

- I think just as you. I have not noticed either that the things go so badly. It will not be for so much. The fact is that we are very negative. Es que somos muy negativos.

Anyway. This reminds to me the poem of the Lutheran shepherd Martin Niemöller “When the Nazi came …”, attributed always by error to Bertolt Brecht. The Dice like that: To read more …» Leer mas … »