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The return of the nomadic ... (11)

's return Nomads

Leah Schenck

recognition and outreach to nomadic (Cont.)

In any new situation are easily verifiable

basic fears. It should also be easily

verifiable basic passion. passion

by the changes and the necessary movements.

During the day nomads travel the acminos.

Come and wants to climb trees and see soles

and want to open them. Hover

moons and worms travel as light

.

find them chewed vines and wines

and find rain and nurse of the water.

The monks offered to change their habits.

A sunflowers will give away galaxies

flowers and fish scales they kiss.

A evergreens hold their deaths

and wolves do not listen stories.

At night the owls come and they

dancing before their eyes.

arrive with snakes and shells are

apple.

If not see the light estreññas

lumps of earth ...

All these things do.

then watch and still intact as

newborn planets.

If the nights are black with blackness

other clocks, prepare your eyes to mourn

and tears spill the water and soak

skin air and overflow the tops of the eucalyptus

.

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All elves, fairies, and Sylphs Sylphs, Ventolin, spirits and genies Wisp wish you Happy winter solstice!
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Come home, come back ... for Christmas!

just as the announcement of nougat, have become a cottage for Christmas. Talking to people who are also out of their land for long periods of time, asked if they missed their homeland. Some said yes, others less so, others almost nothing. I was of those who missed. Not that I did not appreciate the city that was Rome, or the people or anything like that. Cadiz is only my beautiful and the art of its people and I love the deep inside. As I stepped
soil
Cadiz felt for myself. A faint smile on his face I outlined when he passed through the same streets he was tired of seeing for 25 years and that had not missed even notice and now appreciate even the smallest balcony. Again I was happy to see the characters that appear in Cadiz. In like two old men fighting in a rock (not bar here rocks are called) because he had taken a seat to another to get up in the glass of wine. In like two dudes in my casapuerta smoking dope lamented: "Fuck rain loh muertoh pisssshha" . This is Cadiz. Yes sir.

When you spend time out and returns home after several months notice different things. See your smallest room. You have not the changes they made in it (a computer where I used to have mine!). But yes ... The best is when you sit in your water. YOUR water. And notes like your ass is exactly right for him. Ohhhhh! how they longed for each other. The cup and the ass. The Roman waterianas cups tested the poor and did not feel comfortable. Not find a way. She felt uncomfortable. And how it showed? With constipation. But it was to see again in a cup of whole life and that was another thing ... seen to be missed because there were enough time letting go so you do not have soltao in 3 months. What joy!

What I commented all those outside was what I missed the English food. "I echo most miss the chorizo \u200b\u200bor ham that my mother" I have to listen. Well then, tell that to your mother to see if the ham Reyes puts you something.

Anyway. I have 3 weeks to see again my Cai, my people. I take it. Here you have a letrilla I did to my music Cai with the prejubilaos. Read the lyrics while they sing:

"How I can explain, how green is Cadiz, in just a minute and a half. Cadiz you'll love , with no time to throw it more pa less. Cadiz is a passion that will gladden the heart when you hear his accent. Cadiz is happiness, it gives you when here comes the carnival in February.

and lie down, lie down on the sand of these beaches so divine. And forget, forget the tears, in the city of laughter. And you'll see that to know my city you'll never forget it. You is not know what it is, spend a month without outside help thinking, my Cádiz it is? While on the face you fall two tears.

I express no time pa, pa say what it means, if when you come over the bridge all the pain becomes joy. And to explain how you can get to bewitch Cádiz ... minute and a half is impossible, I would take a lifetime ... a lifetime ... a lifetime! "

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Fairy Godmother (Fata maternalis)

domestic Duende (Custos domesticus)

Here hang the pictures of the last figures I made in over last August. The first is a fairy godmother quite different from the previous one, this time inspired by the fairy godmother of Wendy Froud.

The second is another elf, this time larger than that of those who have done so far.

As some of the followers of the blog know, this year I have very little time between work and studies, which is why I've been since last summer without any new figures. I hope to return to the "productivity standard" over the coming months, but first I have a couple of projects that I should not extend longer.

Thus, even "soon"!
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The female players are about cachondonas ...

I'ma big tennis fan and I must admit that women's tennis is not highly attractive for the public. I rather think that what makes the world of women's tennis is an image. That a player is number 1 no matter, what matters is that you look good and tight outfits and short skirts and label well. And this is not provided by the company, the same players supplying this image. That means that almost all who get the No. 1 ranking and eventually disappear occupy other areas. Let's look a little female tennis scene.

Formerly the players were not exactly beautiful. Only be recalled to Arantxa "mouse" Sanchez Vicario, Conchita "trucker" or Martina Martinez "I made a macho" Navratilova. At a time now, the thing has changed, especially following the emergence of Anna Kournikova . That once he saw photos showing earned more by becoming meat giving the ball once said that Rita was going to train the Singer. And there it is, that after 7 years removed from tennis (and no profession is known since then) to eat is not short.

is now very famous Danish Caroline "minifalditas" Wozniacky , current world No. 1. Especially for his outfit said in the Open Use. Outfit we can see here:

've noticed, is shorter than the pants of David the Gnome. Leaving notice a "piggy bank" in which more than one would like to put your savings. This piggy bank the very same Matias Prats became saver not to put in and take their savings. Here we see the famous camel hoof or what others call the shorts of deaf and can read lips. And that she nursed him saying in a statement that with this outfit won many fans maculinos attract their eyes, which seemed "nice." For ale, tomorrow salt without panties to play you will see you earn ...

Wozniacki: "Ahhh! This bad ball you want to get into the hole ..."

On the other hand, we have Ana "I fucked Verdasco" Ivanovic . Serbia that once he clinched the number 1 was seen on the covers of magazines and began to lower your tennis until disappearing in the ranking. He also was commended their outfits but not as much as his relationship with tennis player Fernando Verdasco, who happens also lowered its performance in the short time they were together. Nobody explained why a slump physical tracks during that time (I'm being ironic, in case anyone has not caught). Of course, was to leave and re-upload. It looks like you practice the fine two-handed backhand deep and strong.

Ana: "Oops! I have accidentally caught terracíl sitting on my couch in the sun with my outfit around the house ..."

continue with the Williams sisters. Serena start with "comehombres" Williams, who has an ass that if there would pan out world hunger. It is a beast. Able to take stronger than a male tennis player. And do not believe that by having the girl wide hips is not set no ... is tighter than the eggs of a bullfighter.

Serena: "If you want I put this on the culoooooooooooooo!"

But her sister is no slouch. Venus "took her panties?" Williams instead is thinner, but one day decided that she would not talk so much and put a culotte black. In case anyone has not yet been realized, the Williams sisters are black, which makes it seem like playing with nothing underneath. Venus said about him that caused pleasure to bring color shorts as it gave the feeling that he had nothing. Not if ... what I tell you ...

Does or is not?

Venus: "Cuckoo!" Watch the birdie!

proceeded with the world famous Maria "UAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Sharapova. I know the guys were waiting. Maria Sharapova is a Russian who became famous for his way of moaning to hit the ball ...

This woman is able to get a picture of him on the facade of a building under construction in China monopolizing the intention of a Chinese who was so stunned by beauty stood with his car 20 minutes while watching the Russian. Such is its power of attraction, Wimbledon tennis site par excellence seriously, when the game stopped by rain and male workers entered the door to cover it happened this:

If looks touched ... Set up biting the lip ...

goes without saying that when he was number 1 and his fame was greatest, performance dropped to almost disappear from the lists. Was known until trained ...

I do not know if it is stretched or pointing to someone ...

We now with Serbia's Jelena "zombie face" Jankovic . Famous for its great flexibility in the legs can do things like this:

Cuidao vacuum effect do not do that ...

Jelena: "Look at my doctor ... I think I have been tail a ball inside ..."

But if anything is known Jelena is a video starring the less curious. For no apparent reason (I think it was to provoke, if not how to explain), the break between games was changed panties ... but went to the locker room to do so, no ... did in the middle of the track and before everyone's eyes!

And the tennis world gives women more than talking off the court than inside, as the Romanian who operated the breasts to play better, Simona Halep. Come on, you halepn tits ...

No photoshop on the image ....

Or this, I do not know who it is but I found it funny the picture ...

Tennis Player: "Kid, you have the ball boys, no mirapelotas ..."

If tennis is that the world gives a lot of pa ... (From the minute 1.30)

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Erasmus Life ... Part IV

previous parties:
· Part I
· Part II Part III
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almost 3 Meeting months since I arrived, ready to go back to Spain in just a week and a half. With 2 colds and bronchitis on the road. With a national event than 2,500 erasmus throughout Italy, and the same shit in my kitchen ... Erasmus continue with life.

erasmus life is no longer understand your home though is a bastard. Erasmus life is knowing that your home is one of the greatest sons of bitches who have given birth mother. Artichoke my shower is broken. The thread that holds the stick is bad and water comes from everywhere but where it should go. "Lord Home, the artichoke is broken" "What I can do?" "Well get a new!" "This is not a hostel! I do not know if that would have broken you!" "How am I going to break me?" You know that was broken before! " "If you had told me before I would have changed now ... I do not know if I've broken you ... remember, this is not a hostel" Great ... and what I get paid on the other side.

erasmus life is to go to Rome and two macrodiscotecas finally live a good party. Walking across the entire club while you are taking a back massage. See how Rome really like Ska-p, because it is normal that all parties put it at 3 in the morning. When the first time put the dancing and jumping as if it were the theme of your life. When you take 2 months to prick you "LE-GA-LI-tion!". Ah! Erasmus and the 2,500 throughout Italy ... 85% English ... I think Italy are nothing more than Erasmus in Spain. This is not normal.

And erasmus life in Rome is to appear as if you had not left Spain. If you're looking guiris and other environments, this is not your city. Erasmus going to parties, 85-90% English. Back home on the bus, going to Termini ... English to the top. That is very beautiful city, yes, whatever you want. But I still seem to remain in Spain.

erasmus life is to keep messing around back home drunk. Well just like your home you do not like ... you remember him, to leave a beautiful memory on the stairs ...

erasmus life is to see that in your house clean often and well, it takes the landlord says it's coming home. The famous julandrón has left the floor. Abandon their passage through the house after 3 years here (and has aguantao ...), and the fourth has been freed. Fourth has come to see several people. Whenever someone came to him, the landlord warned that we swept everything very well. One day I came home from class and I saw everything super clean. I thought I had the wrong house. But no. It was mine. Only without shit. One day, a guy who was the julandrón 2. The same voice, same pen, the same gestures. Decided that smelled much Bujarra in the room and did not stay. The funny thing was seen as a morning called home and tells you to clean the bathroom because a girl comes to see him. What do I clean the bathroom piece of fucking? In the bathroom with a Jacuzzi. Jacuzzi not working because there is no cap. I told him, and I replied that I did not use that bathroom (I have a private one in my room) and asked why that. And now he tells me to clean it? Beat that answered that did not use it, but ... I decided to keep quiet. Not wiped clean. Needless to say. Finally, the fourth

it decided to be a Hungarian. The afternoon I met when I arrived. He spoke some English so with my dinner companion and friend of 4 in the kitchen as we speak. The girl was unhappy with the fact that heating was not working all day (by community, it only works 2 hours a day) and she would not internet (you must register for a software). All this was completed when the shower in the morning did not turn out hot water (wait a couple of minutes until you exit). So gave him a striped monumental and said he wanted to go from here. We said if he had paid for 2 months to stay those 2 months to break even, but nothing. The next morning I was awakened by screams and her home. She threatened to call the police. I flip. When was the landlord, told us that she wanted to go and that of the 1100 euro deposit given him, he only returned 800. She could do nothing. He picked up his bags and left without saying goodbye. The night you came to 300 euros. Not bad. The people are very clever.

erasmus life is that it rains when you decide to go sightseeing. One of the few days that I do. Going to skate over, when in your fucking life you skated, you most about skating is when you slip in the shower. All you say is very easy. Nothing is further from the truth. I spent the hour and a half Pegaíto to anchor the track for fear of falling. That was more unstable than the ankle of a dove. One time I left the center to try to skate, hit an ass than even I remember. That and I made the wound in the ankle boots.

erasmus life is to continue to build your collection of objects "Objects EHTO é pa me because I say so" . At Nissan car logo, interlock control, stress ball and umbrella, add the best item so far ... surveillance camera! A bottle in the house of some friends over a glass of y. .. this camera pa mi!

erasmus life is to face your second career "Jumping fence work drunk" . Your friend jumps again athletically. Even better than the first time. The face. The jump y. .. same result. This may not fall on his ass, but with the knee. Will there be a third career? It is something personal between the fences and I ...

erasmus life is that a technician come to fix the shower head of the shared bathroom (that if you have paid the bastard, not mine) and ask how much value mine told me that only 15 euros. I said well that put me and told me that everything in total 45. "What?" "Sure, labor is worth money" "I am a foreigner, but not an asshole, only screw it ... How I will charge 30 euros for screwing?" "Not only tighten ... we have to make jfunehbekchcvkehelfjhfjr (unintelligible things in Italian)" Yes, very well ... but I do not want it ". Here the Italians are very clever.

erasmus life is going to see the classic, the Barcelona-Madrid to a club. Cagaete, thou being of Barcelona, \u200b\u200bthat it is directed by Mou Madrid is very strong and they all sold as the best mother ever. Well ... I remember that 5-0 lifetime. One of the best feelings in football in my life. Second only to the Chelsea goal and Iniesta Iniesta's goal in the World Cup final.

erasmus life is play first real games of poker. Until then you have done only online. Well, 2 games and 2 consecutive whippings. To declare you persona non grata in the homes of others when playing poker.

erasmus life is break your ass smoking weed while playing pro. A pass may be something wrong so you laugh non-stop 5 minutes straight. Then go to the kitchen to eat something to download everything, and it occurs the following conversation with your roommate:
- I I know French.
- Yes? And how do you say 13 in French?
- (Seconds thinking ...) quatre-vingt ... eleven ... (More seconds ...) fifteen ... (Laughter on my part) quatre-vingt dix ...
- Joe cock! "To say that pa 13? It seems that you have ask yourself about the origin of the universe ... (Laughs)
- Hush! cinque ... Six ... September ... hu ... huit? (More laughter from me) ah ya! quatorze! is quatorze! (Super proud)
- Great cock ... would be nice if it were not for that is 14 and not 13 (2 minutes without stopping to laugh.)

At night you end up seeing for the very large megavideo movie "Attack of the birds" just because he has been amused by the name of the movie. Not every herb of the world can swallow such swill. Of course, the laughter while watching us as we take stuffed birds removed their eyes to the people we are the cast ...

erasmus life is to do your first review in Italian. Not very well, what we're going to cheat. But he has done. Your compis you said you were to study the problems which put them just the same. You arrive on Wednesday, the day of class review, there is no God. Ostia! It is going to be that or it was not today, or was elsewhere. Nervous laughter running down your body while you're trying to find information about where is the fucking test. Finally it is to see 2, not 10. Uff! barely. In Spain, the peel a little time to monitor if someone copies. Do you think that Italy will be better. Conversely, there are constantly looking guy, and if you lift your eyes from the paper, look at you as if you were Bin Laden himself. "Relax man, and under the eyes." The best thing is to tell a Cuban who sit in the corner for you to get in the middle and tell you: "I do not ponelme ahíííí convieeeeeeeeeeeeene (with accent: Mehta estresssaaaaando)." In the end, notes as you have opened the hole. Also like anything. The teacher, showing his sympathy, she sees you turn your test, and was then at the classroom door and goes to you as if there was a shit to him. Not one: How did it come from? Or anything ... What a bastard! Another!

Anyway. Erasmus life with you noting how the number of monsters increases. Will be little wall to put both names. Soon there will be a stop, as they will spend Christmas in Spain. They spend another erasmus particular. Erasmus Cadiz. We ... Erasmus Roma 2. If it is almost the same ... Greetings!

PD: I have no doubt that my landlord come into my room in the 3 weeks I'll be in Spain. I gossip and see how I have it. To make sure I go in, put a ball behind the door. When I return, I'll see if the ball is still there or is instead under the bed. If you are or not, I'll say right around Christmas ...

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The gestures of the classic ... Live in the moment

was played on Monday, 29 English football classic, the Barcelona-Madrid, and the party spent a lot of things that have been analyzed retrospectively in a somewhat ... partisan, and depending on what newspapers. Let me explain what happened, because Mark will not let me comment on your news if I speak of its director Eduardo Inda.

Well, Inda in his videoblog spoke after the game. Here the link: http://www.marca.com/tv/?v=FIQtiNNZIyK In classical many things happened, was a classic hot, very hot, but I with one of the things I'm left with the entrance of Sergio Ramos.


Of the more than 2 minutes of video, Inda devotes only 4 seconds to talk about the entry. When videos and videos made by saying that a Christian would hit a lot (which it is true, but let's be objective and we will also say when our team is wrong, right?). Sergio Ramos is going to hit the kick. Yes or yes. A risk to injury. I do not it come out the next day saying he did not want to hurt him. The video shows what will and that is an attack like putting a punch. But what can you expect from Mark? When Pepe put their hands to the head by his great, and deserved punishment. Sergio deserved a couple of games for it. Formerly, the Madrid punished players like Sergio had a bad gesture in the field. Act of the manor were both mouth-filling them now to Real Madrid to say. Today this is not done. And above, using the press to say how good the poor Sergio would not hurt. Let's be serious please.

If you've seen the video of Inda, spoke of the bravado of the Catalans players celebrano the "hand". Well, from my point of view is no cockiness. Cockiness would scoff at the very face of a player and making fun. Marcelo thing it did 2years ago against Getafe

Now that's cockiness. A player makes a gesture to his box in victory is not. It is like saying that Nadal is pimping of rivals when their box jumps and raises his arms in victory, or even when thrown to the ground. Gentlemen, this is sport, and should be celebrated as such. But perhaps Inda not remember when Paul commanded silence the Nou Camp, which he dedicated this cover:

Doing Raul is a hero and deserves covers, if you do a Barça is a cockiness. In addition, Raul did in the enemy camp ...

For gestures in the Camp Nou, Mourinho in May this year when I went on to win the Champions League final. Came off the bench with his index finger ran high throughout the country addressing his crowd. The Catalan press called him a provocateur. In part, yes. Mou all know and loved to do that there. I as I said before, is a gesture of victory. Taken to an extreme for who he is and where it does. But no more. What did Mark?

Words fail. But without going further ... 1 month ago only, Mourinho tied at 2 in the last minute in Milan. Inda said that Guardiola was cool with Cristiano in the ball (well there was no truth Guardiola). With the exuberance of the moment, he dedicated this gesture to the crowd who, as he was whistling:

YES YES This is a cockiness Mr. Inda, Guardiola leaves him on anything. There you see, making the gesture of the treble last year to rival fans. And is in Brand said Mourinho was a pimp? No, what they said was this: http://www.marca.com/2010/11/03/futbol/liga_campeones/1288813965.html C'mon, you did not have the wave of miracle. What? Why nothing was said of Mourinho in Brand?

And is that ever since Mourinho arrived at Madrid, Inda lacks only suck his cock to good Mou. In his speech ALWAYS Mou videoblogs and always defends the suits who hit on all sides by gestures like the one above. A defense sometimes justified, but he always does. In a video blog that Guardiola talks down better than Mou and wonders why ... Guardiola as if they were to blame for falling better than Mou. And, in case you do not know, does not like Inda Guardiola. And vice versa. After the home two years ago that Guardiola had funk, Guardiola he turns to Mark saying something like that funk what they would have if they were leaders, and that Mark sold only smoke and he does not sit well since then Inda Barca gets you click Pep sticks up in the soup. In a conference

, Inda Guardiola referred to and called him a fascist and crazy ", dropping his homosexuality. Here the link with what happened: http://www.madrid-barcelona.com/articulo.php?id=5147 Like a guy who is director of the most widely read sports newspaper in the world can say that? For guys like this is hated then Madrid. The only fascist is it that your website can not say the word Inda, since you deleted the comment right away, even constructive criticism. So goes. Indeed, in that link you will see the video that encouraged Inda Madrid players to stop Messi "by civil or criminal." Now I understand why he did not say hardly anything about Sergio kick ... Now

Inda, is dedicated to talking about the penalty to Madrid by UEFA to avoid the 5-0. Punishment from my point of view, exaggerated, although I think it passed over the little theater of Mou pretending that he was angry and the whole bit. That is spoken in the locker room and not there in the middle that everyone sees. So that, to continue saying it was what Valdes penalty, that does not remove the 5-0 and bath gave the game that, in the words of Inda, "the best squad and best team in the world" or "best Madrid's history, including that of the 5 European Cups Di Stefano. " Then pull.

And what about his crusade against Pellegrini? Which lacked spitting in the face. Now he put in the corner of the cover things like: "Pellegrini wins only 1 to bottom club in the league." Genial Mr. Inda. Great.

I do not want to close the article without talking about Ronaldo. First, to me I like Cristiano. I think it's a complete player and the best in the world. I admire his competitiveness and so on. But it's a fucking cool ... too. For if you do not know (Mark has not said anything, of course, how will say something like Ronaldo?), Ronaldo in the brawl that rode, went to Peter and said, "And who are you ? disparaging tone of mega star in the world. Well, if you do not know Cris, I tell you ... Peter is a humble guy from an island village. From humble beginnings, working from sunup to sundown to reach the end of the month (which you in your life or your family, you know). Who traveled throughout Spain, barely able to test at Barcelona, \u200b\u200ba team that was working as anyone else. And, without all the facilities you have in your life has managed to gain a foothold in Barcelona and the English team to win, among other things, two English leagues, the Champions League, Club World Cup and World selections. World Cup Selections! Something you may not get to smell in your life. Kid.

Meanwhile, they continue to publish videos Eduardo Inda the bravado of Pique and Puyol-bye open, critical of cool, and that of Mou and Cristiano is hardly mentioned. Or not even that. If I ever see him raise his hand to Mou, since for him and his newspaper, that's not a cockiness.

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The return of the nomadic ... (10)

Return of the Nomads

Leah Schenck

recognition and outreach to nomadic (Cont.)


All the world love nomadic river water
and love flowers
with the same intensity of storms.
The love without expecting reciprocity or letters we
.
They fall in love all things that move. They walk
life falling in love flowers and leopards.
When they love each other, exchanged signals
, clippings, books, Carnival slips
and bird feathers.
They love and kiss on the reefs and between
flowered linens and under
stubble and in the highest parts of the night.
preferably They fall in love Mondays and Thursdays
or any other day in that love the
surprised.
never have fear of heartache because
know that love is on the loose in the air.


From learning to know, nomads
know that nothing is alien creature. Neither
crying another man in the storm,
nor laughter of another woman at the wedding,
nor wailing of a newborn.
not alien to them the secrets of snakes,
or the solitude of the deserts.
include the silence of the mountains and the thrill
volcanoes. share
changes and uncertainty water clouds.
are not unrelated to the courage of the leopards,
or the gentleness of the gazelles.
outside is not nothing to dream and be transformed.

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We have heard many times ... in the moment, seize the time, but never applied it (myself included). Looks like you have to tell someone, see a documentary, a movie ... to make you think and put into practice. I, in my case, it was thanks to the film "Remember Me" .

The film speaks of must live in the moment, do what you want when you want ... without waiting. The girl takes the dessert before the first and second course because it's what you really like and not like he died between courses without having eaten what he likes. Is taken to extremes, but the idea is you have to take.

how easy it is curious sometimes forget many things ... a smell, a memory, a voice ... produced by time and distance. And the memories are very important not to forget ... because they are ours, nobody else's. These are things we have done in our lives, and only for that fact and the importance they deserve. As Gandhi said: "What you do in life will insignificant, but it is important that you do, because nobody else will do it for you ".

live without realizing how lucky we are. We often complain about service. It could be worse. You have to enjoy what gives us life as it comes, because if we come this is about something. For one reason. For one reason. We know people, living things ... things become treasures. Tesoros own. treasures that we forget that they have value, Sometimes we forget that the treasure may be lost, either because they do not give the value they have or because we let them think it's not worth enough, or that we have something more valuable than that ... and then we look back sorry for not we have this treasure.

We must appreciate what we have. Use it and live it. We only have one life and no one else is going to live our lives for us. When you least expect it you get your fucking death and unable to live those things you always wanted to do. Those things that is slowly leaving for another day.

Still, the brutal death is important in life. There are people who would like to not exist. I would like to be immortal. And I think that death is necessary in life. Because if we were all immortal, no one would live the moment. No one would bother to carve out his life, create your family and save the best for them. Only one would look same. Life would lose meaning. I do not want this life for eternity ... I prefer short is mine to enjoy as much as possible and savor how good she knows how to enjoy a bite.

And is that our fingerprints are not removed from the lives we touch. Do not forget.

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Erasmus Life ... Part III

previous parties:
· Part I Part II
·

Nearly two months after arriving, and with a birthday in the middle, Erasmus life is stable and continuing. Sorry for the delay ... but here the days are so long you do not stop doing things. Continue.

is messing erasmus life when you get back home drunk. Europe has a habit, which is to close the gambling dens soon. Usually at about 4 am, which is English for a time very soon, as they say here. So at that time you still feel drunk enough to screw it up and break your ass (literally, now explain why) with the different things that come up. Things like leaving a nightclub with your colleagues, of course, drunk, see one of them jumping a fence to work swiftly. You, who at this time more alcohol than blood running through your veins, you feel brave enough to do the same ... but different result. Without knowing how, you look at the floor with your ass bone screaming in pain and with your colleagues splitting the ass (but not like you). The next day you wake up in bed with pain: the bone of the ass, hips, ribs, elbow ... and you wonder why you hurt so much ... the answer comes quickly to mind ... the fall.

erasmus life is that food will rot. A day shopping, it gives you to buy vegetables. "Today I begin to eat well and not so much shit" you say with lettuce in her hand. You put it in the fridge and ale ... to a salad. Three weeks after you open the fridge, you go to your shelf (which is the below) and you see over your meal there is a black liquid that coats, "What the hell I will pull up getting wet food" you say. Another week after you open the fridge and notice a very important stench that reaches your nostrils. From which you try to find y. .. SURPRISE! mini bags from the bottom of the bag of lettuce completely black!! dropping that famous black liquid that covered your food the previous week. Among arcades, lettuce strips away, while notes as your desire to eat evaporate. Even to this day (week and a half later) I have that smell in my mind and the arches begin to rise. Horrible.

erasmus life is out and out ... and get bad. In the rest of Europe does a good little while I was doing in your native Cádiz and you go out as if they walk along the promenade and of course, what happens happens. That you pass a cold to bronchitis. The Ooze make an appearance every morning when you wake up and say goodbye as they go down the drain. In the end I'm in Rome, so that imitate the greatest Italian artists, Michelangelo, and I spend all day carving ... sculpting mucus in the toilet of 3 to 3. And when I'm not home, the sculpture is made difficult, mostly because (that we all know) that these boogers do not come alone, but must be given a little help making sound rather shocking for it. It's funny how an Italian looks back on the street and then walk faster, almost running, to get away from you after searching and sculpt a beautiful mucus in the street.

erasmus life is to discover that transport in Rome is the whore host and there is no debate. What a pleasure and gives pleasure to see that at 5 in the morning when it's cold bathroom tiling Santa Claus is a bus that picks you up at the main station and drop you off at 100 metritos your house every night. And best of all ... NO PAY! And you ride the train for your school ... and DOES NOT PAY! and so every day. Viva Berlusconi pussy!

Erasmus life is to continue understanding your fucking home. That money that month's pay catches you and says, "Come Joseph ... do not ever make any noise at night", "How said estimate and friendly home?", "I have heard that noise you night, so ... once the second ... you go outside, "" Thank you for your kind notice homemade goat ... ". And it turns out that the previous day spoke a little higher than normal for your home computer, so the nice fellow in front of your room, that never leaves the room and that is not related to anyone called the landlord and told him that was making trouble. You make a visit to his door and ask him politely "Why have you notified the landlord that was making trouble?" "Because I get up very early and were crying a lot last night," I was not crying, was talking to my mother on the computer and should speak loudly to hear me "" That's not my problem ... I do not care what you were doing. I do not want noise armes ". With a smile you turn around and leave. Revenge can be terrible.

erasmus life is back to screw it back home drunk. At 5 and a half in the morning there is hunger, especially since you had for dinner an hour foreigner, that is, at 9. At that time all of your flat (not Erasmus) are sleeping peacefully. Do you make your meal? Well you should, but will be no. All others sleep. Nobody will ever know. You open the cupboard door that companion yours so nice by giving you notice to the landlord because the front talking to his house too high ... Wow! 6 packages of rice Knorr ... with mushrooms! cheese! risotto everywhere! Choose the 2 that you like, you get into the eggs and pulls ... and have food for two days. And this is just the beginning ... damn chime home

erasmus life is to notice how people look at your university. And both. Your litter so little calm around campus with your suitcase, while your way, all Italians look at you and smiled faintly. You walk into class, sit with your compis English erasmus and notes as the people around you turns around and looks at you again with the smile, noting speak another language. And you wonder, what the hell are they watching? Then I remember when you looked like the Erasmus on your uni and looked like freaks. Now the foreigners are not they. You.

erasmus life is watch the money like never before. Ingeniártelas for not paying on the mensa. The altar table is the dining hall. This is not like in Spain, you pay in hand. Here's a card that is charging, credit card type. Eating in my mensa worth 3.50. "Wow ... I have only 3 euros for today, and is charged with at least 5 euros ... now makes 3 14" . You take your tray, filled with food, you go to the part where you give your card to your aunt, you give it to face more of a saint in your life. More than when you made the communion. The woman says in a perfect Italian that you have no money on the card, that does not accept. You, with your Italian more gypsy in the world will say yes, there is money and you do not understand anything he says. The woman will say it again a little slower, but nothing ... you do not understand anything at all about what you said (although you understand perfectly). In the end you say you pay tomorrow ... your seat while you go to your site with your free eating small tray. And do it again two or three more times, until no sneak more and had to reload. But your 10 euritos ahorrao you do not have anyone remove them.

erasmus life is to keep messing around back home drunk. In your flat you have another workmate relates little warning about the style of home. This, unlike the other, it seems nice and at least presents when he comes home. Has one thing that identifies you, he's gay. She lives with her "boyfriend" on the floor, and that the landlord told us here could not bring anyone. It sssssuper gay is funny how gay speaks Italian. My compi English and I affectionately call the julandrón because fag could understand and which in Italian is said fag. So ... after the other party envalentonao come home and you think of the idea. Post-it and you take the pen and stick it on your door:

next day you would not see her face to see it in the door and even more so knowing I would not understand what the hell puts ... but I like her ass parties. The next day you wake up and go into the kitchen, through the room and you see julandrón no longer post it on the door. So, hungover and adormilao you go into the kitchen with a smile mischievous.

erasmus life is to become a movie buff. Especially if you spend time at home because you got sculpting. I watch movies day in and day out. You look all the movies that you have not seen in 2 years in your native Cádiz. Just do not be worth Rec dark just before sleep, but dream about zombies and afraid on a site that English is not your bed is not cool.

erasmus life is to change the sheets a month and a half after they were placed. Is that between one thing and another never had time to change them. The bed has very much appreciated. Yes, we have had to return to see how well care is the mattress. For things like not felt like changing the sheets. Trying to put the phyllite, without touching the stain dry and slice MEAO moth-eaten. Ea, like new. If things do well, we come back home at Christmas with them. With two balls.

erasmus life is great. Especially if the next weekend there is a meeting with 2,000 erasmus around Italy in your city. It will be interesting to go. Of course, the fellowship, or smell. While countries like France, given before students leave, Spain, and Andalucia in particular, 2 months after his arrival here has not paid a euro. See if you pay early, in December I am in Bridge, not the Constitution precisely ... but living under one. We will continue. Greetings!

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But things were not. A evaluates things market because they are bought sold, used for something and end up translating into pesos or dollars.

We were people, also were evaluating us because we can not cease to be bodies, tall, short, vizcos, oily skin, straight hair, blue eyes, tiny ears, shoes forty-two, waist adjusted in

thick ankles ... But ultimately occurs appreciation for others, as a person, I like it or not I like, I attract or not attract me, I want to be with her again or do not want to see her again.

That which is there but, however, is not the body, earrings, or bust: all that and more than that, is a person.

is the individual and is the person. The person is the bearer of values. The individual can be ugly. The person, however, can be a beautiful person.

We continue to see long weeks.

We fight, we argue, we said more than one phrase offensive, but we needed. The person needs the person. This value is called affection, love. It is a business run by the intelligence (and when it is, unfortunately, love has nothing) which states that "I should" bind me to you). There is a value that expresses the people saying "you bread and onion."

I needed. I thought of you. Dreaming you. With our union. I wanted to. Not your body. You never want a body. The body is a pretext for desire. I wanted you, person. Sex can vent the myriad ways in thousands of bodies, and not a trace.

As wise King Solomon said, there are four things that are and three who can not quite grasp:

- the way of an eagle in the sky.

- the path of the snake on the rock.

- the way of a ship at sea.

- and the way of men in women.


Traces, all people leave footprints on the path to be cleared, or blurred. But traces of a man in a woman are not out, not drawn, they are inside, sense, meaning, in value.

The memory is the value of that encounter. Neither

bodies or souls, people and values. Jaime

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Erasmus Life ... Party II

previous parties:
· Part I

erasmus life continues and with her experiences and the experiences. Through this small section will attempt to present some of them. Not global, but that I have to live with me. Anyway ... What is Erasmus life?

erasmus life is go to your home that you like so much when you first saw it, go into your room ... and see more shit within the bulb of a block. You pass your finger over the table and turns black. Go to the bathroom and the shower floor is brown. Shit accumulated suggests that to know who was the last to live there would have to make to the bathroom carbon-14 testing.

erasmus life is to live in shit. Generally. The house is inhabited by 6 people. 6 people that cleaning is not one of his favorite hobbies. And the shit is accumulated. And both. The kitchen floor is black. The shoes are you hitting the floor. The trash bag becomes a test, or a game, put the garbage in the tip and it does not fall all the garbage. On the strip ... takes to the street. One of your compis, tired of seeing that pile on the verge of falling, put the bag on the kitchen door. Waiting for someone to take to the streets. After spending 5 days and accumulate more than 3 bags at the door, which must be overcome to enter, you decide to throw yourself while you go shitting on people and why the hell is so nasty. The same think to bags will go out feet and will go by themselves to the container.

erasmus life is to live in shit. Go to the bathroom and see the pee on the floor. Not collected, of course. View one of the floor said that the house is dirty, just clean and we should all do the same. Go to the kitchen and see that the bastard what done is mop and unswept slightly, so that not only the shit is still there, but now over wet.

erasmus life is to understand your home. Knowing that you've given two months deposit and you will not fall ill or if not, you will leave with a curious little money. So, if you see that you have no hot water and that after more than 4 days yet the plumber is not coming, instead of calling and saying what you really think: "Son of a bitch!! When the hell are you going to call the plumber who took 4 days in the lavatory washing my cold piece of bastard! " , you call saying "Kind and dear landlord," when it comes to the plumber? ... 3 days? No problem! = D ". What no internet? Tranquility and to meet the expected smiles. Remember ... 2 months deposit.

erasmus life is going to college for the first time. Thinking about everything you've heard before Erasmus approved for work .... sometimes not even that ... only two nonsense words in your language teachers have mercy on you and you approve of the face. And you get your first class, which you have not heard anything, and I mean nothing, is nothing, talk to the teacher, tell them you are Erasmus and if you help ... and what he says is that if you do not understand the language you come back to Spain, here to study how aid all and none. Now that you understand perfectly, and you get to your house, thinking how the hell are you going to pass the subjects that if they are difficult in themselves, up in another language.

erasmus life generally, is finishing a two-hour class and a half in college and out the door thinking you've lost two hours of your life in have not done anything. And again I say, when I say nothing, is nothing.

erasmus life is to maximize the clean clothes you brought from Spain, and when you see that you have no choice, get to watch how the washing machine in another language. Put your clothes in, put the method that you think is going well, pressing all the buttons until it finally turns on and pray that your clothes at the end is in the same way about how got involved, but clean, clear.

erasmus life is wondering how one goes to the salon and tells you exactly how you want to peel. Go past the days, not wanting to go. As if the hair does not grow at that time. And end up going to pray that cut you like to what you want.

And to finish this second part, Erasmus life is to catch you your first trip to other parts of you, you are most central building in Europe, and that your friends will say: "Jodeeeer, how to live the Erasmus!" As you think, "For of shit, shit dick ... between" . See you soon! Greetings!

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La historia de amor del perro Canelo

This story happened to tell, is a true story that happened in Cadiz. Its protagonist is a dog named Canelo. Its owner and he often walked by Cadiz. Here is one story away from anything ordinary. But one day owner started going to the Hospital, as he started to suffer from kidney problems, so I had to go to be treated with dialysis. Canelo could not enter the hospital, so his owner left him at the door waiting, and Canelo stood there obediently until his owner left to go home again.

A bad day, his owner had complications in the hospital and died. Cinnamon stood for hours waiting for his owner. That never came out. Canelo not know what had happened, he believed that his master would end sooner or later coming through that door, like I always did. And waited and waited. Days and days. The locals and the employees of the Hospital, softened by the story of Canelo, gave him food and drink while Canelo was waiting outside the hospital.

12. That was the time spent waiting Canelo its owner to exit the hospital. You could see the morning wandering the streets of Cadiz. Walking along the beach. But the evening was at the door if he left the hospital by its owner. 12 years of waiting. Is said quickly. At that time, some heartless took him to a kennel for sacrifice. But finally managed to return to the street Canelo, to continue waiting for its owner, as he liked to do. During that time, Canelo wait did not withdraw its owner. Not bored. Even not knowing him, he did not see him, stopped him in his efforts, to return to see him go through that door waiting day after day. Until

tragically on 9 December 2002, a car ran over Canelo in a crosswalk near the Hospital, and died. His story was well known in Cadiz even transcended in some parts of Spain. In fact, one of the streets next to the hospital bearing his name with a plaque.

I am a lover of true love stories and good. We should learn from Canelo, that being an animal, had a concept of love much larger than many people. For him, did not need to stand in front of an altar and say I do want the words till death do you part. To him even after death or the owner got separated from him. The consolation is that after death is Canelo, somewhere out there where, sure to be back together ... he and his owner.

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La vida erasmus... Parte I

erasmus life does not have so many beautiful things at first as everyone thinks. At first when you come to another country, another speech, another very different people, and both ... in an unknown location where only you know ... is going wrong. But only is transient. Like everything in life. But ... How is the life of an Erasmus?

The life of Erasmus is to be in bed hostel / guest house / bed and shit lying staring at the ceiling, surrounded by strangers, or you just met on your first time there and ask if this is really what you understood you by Erasmus. Look around and see that the hostel / guest house / bed and possibly shit shit can fall at any time. Go to the bathroom of the hostel / guesthouse / shit and shower room on tiptoe because you are repulsed by stepping on the floor of the tub. See that when you want to dress you have forgotten the pants in your room and see that maybe those who still have had since before use rather die.

The life of Erasmus is to think at some point that like in your house is not going to be anywhere and ask what the hell you've gotten into this fregao. So are you planning to return home without being Christmas.

The life of Erasmus is recorrerte whole fucking city from 9 am to 10 pm. So if you do not go, because if you plant the thing and in the 4 in the morning. As fatigue builds up and after 3 days of being here notes as your feet ever hurt your knees and ask you to relax, while your back.

The life of Erasmus is to see how some people are very kind, that without knowing anything, just be English like you, give you what little they have and you put a hot meal ahead. And also see how people are jealous and selfish and more unpleasant than anything.

The life of Erasmus is going to see houses. Good. Other regular. Some bad. Others ... I could not call or home. View as landlords try to cheat you by being English, or "foreigner" and cagarte throughout your entire family. In English of course.

The life of Erasmus is to try to see things for websites that can take you home. A pillow, a blanket, a blanket, a chair ... anything goes to tune your poor quarter that have no or hooks, so you have to hang your clothes phyllite own bag or bed.

The life of Erasmus is to stay calm as when you give birth knowing that you already have home and sleeping well. This is when you look back on how hard I've been through and laugh and say, "it was not so hard," when deep down you know that may not have been more scared in your life.

The life of Erasmus is deciding what to eat today, what are you going to eat today ... and see what you have always the same. That is always the same phrase: "Tomorrow as anything" and finally ... eat the same thing. Generally, steaks with potatoes and pasta. Rice with sausage every once in a while.

The life of Erasmus is to see you go out to party 12 pm and in Spain and people see that and it takes 3 hours of celebration and in clubs not allowed to enter without paying the amount of 25 euros. Cheapie cheapie. One day you say the phrase: "Tomorrow I have dinner at 7, at 8 am and 10 go out drinking," and the next day you go back and say the same thing: "In the morning does not happen, I have learned." But the best part is that on the third day you go back to exactly the same and it is when you tell yourself asshole.

erasmus life is to drink a beer for lunch, dinner, to bottle, in the street ... and when you're on the way home you count how many you've been drinking the day and lost count at 10.

's life Erasmus is a turn around and say EEEEE when you hear a English group. When you see English as you in your situation is a sort of "zimbiozis" I would say that, and you share experiences you try ... reaching the same conclusion as always ... and Erasmus life at first is not as easy as portrayed. We must ensure that everything goes gigs. Will see how these parts. Greetings!

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Mi despedida...

long, long time I've been wanting to take a step forward in my life. But for various reasons could not be life giving and taking me down this path. On 20 September I'm going to Rome for a year. There will begin a new stage in my life. A stage I hope is the beginning of something very good for me.

case you do not know (those who follow my blog will know) that I do not like goodbyes. But I wanted to dedicate something to you, my friends, my farewell. Because thanks to you I have experienced many amazing things. I think all the people who appear in your life are for one reason and one reason. And each and every one of the people featured in the final video I've learned. And so, my thanks.

Possibly, this is the way to stay abroad for ... Who knows how long ... but although there are thousands of miles away, those people who are important in my life the feel very close because I'll always carry with me. This is not goodbye. It's a see you later.

not want to extend more. Only invite you to see the video. I hope you cry as much as I've cried so! hahaha. See by Europes. See you soon.

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¿Por qué no soy feliz?

the other day I read an article in the newspaper El Pais, titled "Why am I not happy?" and I really enjoyed the stories they told. Although we know that we smile, we try to be happy in spite of some things that happen to us sometimes need that put us ahead for consciousness. I put two stories of all they have for that you read.

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"If your goal is love, your result will be happiness"

89. Widow. Retired. Thanks to her husband, with whom he was married 60 years, learned to "love unconditionally."

"I remember having suffered much in my childhood. My mother died when I was two. Already in school, I asked my friends what it felt like to hug their moms. And at age 10 I lost my father, who was my reference. Moreover, this then was full of gaps and complex. I looked very ugly. Compared with my sisters, who were all blonde and pretty, I was a weirdo. And so, orphaned and without self-esteem, I felt so sad seeing him all black. But this distorted view changed at 17 when I met Albert, the man of my life. Next to it I realized I was not happy because I wanted to myself. Why it was so dependent on the love and approval of others. I began to caress me and see me with different eyes. Ugly things stopped me and started to feel more beautiful. And as I left feeling better about myself, I realized that being multiplied when loved people around me. That's how my selfishness gradually died of starvation. Alberto died in my arms for almost two years. So I thought it would not be able to cope. I wither like a flower which was deprived of its water and light. But no. I experienced the grief with gratitude for the wonderful life we \u200b\u200bhad together. He has been my teacher and my great love. With him I learned that nothing can make us much damage as our thoughts. And the important thing is not what can others do for us, but what can we do for others. Life is so wise and generous that does not give us what we want, but we need to learn to be happy with ourselves. Also, if you find the well-being within you, everything else will come easily. And it is so easy to say, given for a few years of learning. And please, do not believe me ... Experience it for yourself. "

Albert Figueras

" The secret of happiness is to value your life as it is "

48. Living with Partner and has two children. Medical and broadcaster. For years he has studied what science says about the pillars of true being.

"I used to believe that happiness was a state of grace that few could achieve. And to be one of those privileged to follow the model was determined by the society: to study a degree, get a good job, buying a home, get married, have children ... Not that I feel particularly unhappy, but as I was crossing the road had the feeling of not hold still "the happy podium." My days were marked by the weariness that comes over you while you wait, not knowing too well what. Maybe it was because of this that I became interested in the neural basis of happiness. Science says that we perceive how we feel thanks to the contrast. So, when we reach some external wealth is easier to realize our inner poverty. I learned that happiness, perhaps caused by a substance called oxytocin is to appreciate the little great things that happen to us every day. And those brief moments when it appears easily escape the desire to want something to happen is not happening. The desire to put our focus on what we have, what we lack, in what could be better, causing us a great deal of suffering. Desire leads us to bask in past memories and future daydreams fantasizing, losing all this time, which is the only one where we can connect with happiness. The challenge is to take nothing for granted, appreciating all that is part of our lives. More than anything, because what is valued is more enjoyable, while what is not valued ends losing. "

Being happy is something we all want. Something that we strongly. But as the article says, the we as the society determined, and that's what keeps us from being happy. Why do not we pursue happiness wherever they tell us. Wherever we teach. We must look within ourselves. In doing what we want, not what we forced to do. Feeling good about yourself is the first step to begin to be happy.

In most cases, to impose a goal such as "Be happy" we put a big barrier that makes it impossible to skip it, creating for anxiety and suffering. Sometimes it seems we love to suffer, because instead of looking forward, we stir in our suffering, what prevents us to the next level and thus begin to be happy. When we have a headache, we have two choices, complain again and again that it hurts and do nothing to make that pain go away (to suffer), or rest a while and even have a pill (combat). All we know what to do when we have a headache ... even have a pill does not want to suffer. Why then do the opposite in other aspects of life? Why not take remedy and continue to suffer endlessly? Pain is inevitable, but suffering is optional . Do not forget.

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