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To die does not enter the plans
“To die does not enter the plans of the people: truth?”
This way one of the personages was asking of Cormac Mccarthy in the novel “All the beautiful horses”. Certainly neither the death of the dear persons nor that of one himself has capacity in the plans of the people, at most, and in case of bad saliva, is thought only about the death of the "enemy", of that they are considered to be “villains“; and not only it is thought but it is wished by ardor.
Perhaps sometimes one forgets that the birth is the beginning itself of the death, the beginning of the countdown. He was singing Meccano in one of its topics that “the geniuses must not die”. For tastes the colors, but I believe that the death of the geniuses is the one that in the end grants them the immortality.
One sees to the distant death, like a west that was not going to come and if it comes we wish it not to find us, to catch the neighbor, the near one or the distant one. The advantage of having her included in the plans is the possibility of saying goodbye with time, of preparing the farewell.
“There is always one tomorrow and the life gives us another opportunity to do the things well, but if I am wrong and today this is quite what we have left, I would like saying to you all that I love you, that I will never forget you.
The tomorrow is not assured to anybody, young man or old man. Today it can be the last time that you see those that you love. That's why do not wait any more, do it today, since if the tomorrow never comes, of course you will be sorry the day that you did not take time for a smile, a hug, a kiss and that you were much occupied to grant a last desire to them. Maintain those that you love close to you, say to the ear the great thing to them that you need them, want them and them treat good, take time to say to them “I feel it”, “excuse me”, "please", "thank you" and all the words of love that you know. Mantén a los que amas cerca de ti, diles al oído lo mucho que los necesitas, quiérelos y trátalos bien, toma tiempo para decirles “lo siento”, “perdóname”, “por favor”, “gracias” y todas las palabras de amor que conoces.
Nobody will remember you for your secret thoughts. He asks the Gentleman for the force and knowledge to express them. It demonstrates to your friends all that they import for you.””
García Márquez dixit, nothing to object.
In any case, the death is not any more that to fly … … … and I like to demolish.
You want to see a nice video, it punctures here.
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Dear friend Lope, a pleasure to have one more pedacito of you again, thank you.
In this life, friend; few ones are those who manage to happen on tiptoe, and not be remembered.
In the same way that we could not choose when to be born (and we do it with a lot of noise) if that we can choose like dying (except cause tragic or foreign to our will) and it is in these cases where many people prefer to do it without public. I agree completely in that the farewell is more an act of conscience of those who remain, and that to say one "see you later", it is not necessary to dress of Sunday.
For me the death is a liberation, happiness … after everything, it is said that we go on to a new life, to a better life.
a greeting, friend.
I swept a very big besote we meet and I hope that you should keep on writing sweeties cmo this:-*x xauuuu
Sky
Very quite written since you always do it. It is true you do not know when it is the last farewell for our dears and if we have q to say to them whenever we love it. Here it goes my life loved many surferillo to you. Aqui va mi vida te amo mucho surferillo.
Besillos
Hello,
It had a lot of time that the blog was not reading, I have a lot of time that I do not write either, have read several of your publications surfero, and admire its way of thinking, of writing, from the simplest thing at the most extraordinary level, each of its writings wrapped me, and its video they have left me without word … In fact I did not make comment in any, but in the end …, the life is a gallery where everything is present and the day begins that we are born, always, in the sleep, in the first one I love you, in the lies, in the requests, in the depth that we feel in the soul, in the impossible loves, in the questions, in the ideals, in the distance that is a negligence, in the secrets, in rule of life and the farewells … good it lies with the death, but it created that when it touches us this part, only we her think the day that should touch us, or without thinking it it comes.
See you later … friend.