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07/07/06 |
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| Slavery that is released in the free obedience of he who feels attracted by the warring dream of peace. |
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07/07/06 |
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| The ingratitude of he who is blinded by the right of always being served without ever having served.
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07/07/06 |
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| The lapse of the Sovereign that engenders embarrassment in the auditorium and the feeling of equality in human nature. |
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07/07/06 |
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| The song in his childhood cradle that, when he sleeps, awakens new strength in his father. |
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07/07/06 |
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| Savour the bitterness of failure peeking that further ahead, without knowing or feeling it, the light that welcomes everything is spreading.
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07/07/06 |
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| Crestfallen by that incident, you awake from that arrogant dream of believing that you know and understand everything.
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07/07/06 |
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| Cousins that in their children's games share out with frank roguery the small multicoloured cars and multiform trucks.
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07/07/06 |
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| When, in a torrent of suspicion, somebody decides to dig their heels in and to explain the truth with solvency, everything returns to how it was before.
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07/07/06 |
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| Slowing down and redoubling the peaceful effort to continue singing in silence along the thousand unknown paths of life. |
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07/07/06 |
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| To die living and to live dying.
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07/07/06 |
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| The patrimony of each person, be it great or small, intellectual and physical, is an inexhaustible spring of personal, family and social wealth when one knows how to cultivate it creatively with perseverance, expertise and healthy, helpful roguery.
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07/07/06 |
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| The irises in my field ripple vivaciously in spring breaking into Lenten iridescences. |
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07/07/06 |
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| Hidden palm tree that is revealed by the soft swinging of its shade.
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07/07/06 |
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| Killing time listening to that children's conversation and surprising ourselves at the worth of that unintentionally overheard dialogue. |
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07/07/06 |
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| Those fleeting footprints in the Mediterranean sand evoke the naked simplicity of the full instant that escapes between the waves.
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07/07/06 |
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| Proclaimer among orange groves who dreams of the illusion of singing the truth and not building up hopes.
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07/07/06 |
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| Remembering the amnesia of he who was astonished when glimpsing the cascade of injustices that approached.
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07/07/06 |
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| Hidden insignificance that, from that planetary bottom, aspires to be an angular stone.
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07/07/06 |
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| Feeling embarked in the inconceivable labyrinth of life where a sigh allows to peek and hope for a victorious exit in that sea of doubtful ins and outs. |
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07/07/06 |
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| That jungle of death where life forces its way every day. |
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07/07/06 |
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| Lively bodies that hug each other believing to feel paradise between their flesh and in their skin. |
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07/07/06 |
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| Graphic confusion that, after the effort of understanding, leaves a sediment of scepticism in he who believed he understood the economic ins and outs. |
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07/07/06 |
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| Carried away, impotent and without direction, but in shiftlessness, always finding an interior active sense that gives us back to the being and spirit of continuing to love. |
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07/07/06 |
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| Daubing the world with the well-intentioned ignorance that looks for the services of others.
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07/07/06 |
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| Managerial babble that opens the road for a huge number of new hopes. |
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07/07/06 |
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| The electronic twinkling awakens the drowsiness of routine, activating intelligent spirit that searches to reach the so much desired goal.
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07/07/06 |
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| I hear the youthful and childlike murmur in the cold April, already mellow, when that human project of woman forces her way unintentionally through a thousand dangers and three thousand desires to continue growing.
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07/07/06 |
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| I sense your immense love and I know the deeply felt immensity of mine, but let me tell you that sometimes, without feeling I feel, and so many others, without wanting to, I love you.
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07/07/06 |
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| Tense and abandoned stillness of Easter Saturday that after the bloody sacrifice of death awaits impatiently the victory of Life.
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07/07/06 |
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| The iridescent simplicity illuminates the daily family upsets transforming the expression and word of each one into noble verse and victorious glory.
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07/07/06 |
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| The spring cold stimulates the family heat that ponders, chatting next to the blaze, over how to continue loving.
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07/07/06 |
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| In the permanent stubbornness of a huge number of fleeting passions, the thought escapes looking for the incendiary heat of your maternal lap.
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07/07/06 |
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| That civil guard friend became childish with military strength, hugging and kissing that so long awaited newly born daughter.
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07/07/06 |
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| The cottoned backlighting on the horizon transmitted peace in the abandoned serenity of that spring afternoon.
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07/07/06 |
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| Scattered among the heraldic shields, the blackened ash evoked the impotence of our earthly nothingness. |
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07/07/06 |
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| Without doing hardly anything, a puff, you do everything.
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07/07/06 |
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| Along paths of passion you also arrive at peace. |
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07/07/06 |
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| I navigated the sea of my childhood in a thousand ships; but all took me unintentionally to the same port. |
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07/07/06 |
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| The green towel cleans your soft face at the end of that hot winter morning.
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07/07/06 |
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| Being in the telephone directory, having a couple of loyal friends, watching that tree that I planted grow, continuing to be an academic with renewed impulse, being a good son to my parents, a better father to my children, a strong husband more and more i |
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07/07/06 |
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| The open toothpaste tube evokes the hasty absentmindedness of someone who is not concentrating on what they should be.
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07/07/06 |
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| The thick hedge of our interior world protects the weakness of each one and facilitates the discovery of the immense wealth locked in each being's plot.
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07/07/06 |
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| How much wisdom is caged among the primary textbooks and notebooks, forgotten on the timber bookcases of the welcoming basement! |
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07/07/06 |
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| The Big Ben of clocks, golden-framed, reminds the travelling brother that, confused, perplexed and bewildered, he is escaping from his son and mother to crazily go into the seemingly liberating tangle of tempting pleasure.
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07/07/06 |
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| The porch lantern that I make out between wooden bars and Baroque stair rungs, evokes the cheerful advice of a friend in crucial moments of the hopeful courtship: press on regardless! |
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07/07/06 |
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| The patient fish-float in the river that yearns to sink and float intermittently to then photograph the jubilant face of that fisherman lad.
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07/07/06 |
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| I rack my memory and find among woolly ideas the rabid dog that the chain restrained, the jasmine in that scene of pain at my father's death, and that dance in yellow on the island of our honeymoon.
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07/07/06 |
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| I imagine the distant future, and I see it peaceful and fighting, advancing without stopping to the harmonious ecological rhythm of life. |
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07/07/06 |
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| The curls of that gipsy child, that woman's wink, the depressed look of the adolescent who feels a failure.
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07/07/06 |
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| Spring fatigue of he who is drained by loving among the blossoming of almond, cherry and apricot trees. |
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07/07/06 |
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| That Korean doctoral dinner reveals the greatness of international human variety, together with equality in what is fundamental. |
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07/07/06 |
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| The Alcalá de Henares university shield reveals, once again, the mystery of two roads, two thousand roads, three, three thousand that are only one.
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07/07/06 |
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| On each birthday we try to stop time to meditate about time. |
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07/07/06 |
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| Evocation of the insignificant that is regenerated and perpetuated in each moment of the whole past already present, that reverberates in the future that is to come.
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07/07/06 |
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| Mathematical exactness that is usually an affectation in art.
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07/07/06 |
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| Predecessor of earthly ecology that calculates origins in a drunkenness of kindness that continued spontaneously in the perennial background of all men and the whole of created nature.
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07/07/06 |
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| The precedence of death that is presented this way always living throughout our temporary itinerary.
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07/07/06 |
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| A wide fan of nuances with which the seemingly unitary wealth of harmony presents us.
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07/07/06 |
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| Elements of a contingent character that drown the elusive essence of everything in their frivolity. |
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07/07/06 |
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| When looking at or caressing your hand I feel a spark and I read those flirtatious remarks of love in it: "like a seal on your heart,"" like a star on your forehead."
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07/07/06 |
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| The red of those candles reddens the thought, wanting to discover so many niches of love that are also of pain.
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07/07/06 |
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| On the throne of your sovereign loving, I want to always be on my knees contemplating seas and dreaming of empires.
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07/07/06 |
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| How many follies do we commit naked, stirring up loves and setting altars on fire! |
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07/07/06 |
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| The morning white coffee, caressing sleepy strength, awakens the desire for daily heroic adventure. |
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07/07/06 |
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| A card game in the Zenia of Alicante in which, remembering his father, the fifteen year old son discovers his worth and maturity in frank roguery.
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07/07/06 |
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| The multitude of descent, multiplied through the centuries, makes one think of the truth of the man of a thousand faces. |
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07/07/06 |
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| That pink dress of happiness, with which I see you in my memory many times, dressed your body every morning with multicoloured velvet. |
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07/07/06 |
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| When weakness, almost total, takes over me, I do not want to abandon the path of peace but to think better and remember that without knowing how, in the weakest thing, the most vigorous strength is found.
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07/07/06 |
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| In the almost deserted car park of that small supermarket, where The Abajón can be contemplated, I renovated this pleasant task of writing while thinking, knowing that it can well give meaning to a life that eludes us so many times in urgent and useless p |
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07/07/06 |
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| The heap of sand next to the boulders stoically putting up with the youngest son's mischief in the spring evening.
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07/07/06 |
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| Next to grandfather's black poplars, and among lavender scents, the tired mind looks for an agreement in so many promises already fulfilled.
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07/07/06 |
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| A quick lunch, together in Julián, you calming and brightening up my depressive and rainy morning, when I could hardly write nor speak, only murmuring afraid, whining and weak: exhausted.
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07/07/06 |
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| In the nucleus of the passion for equality, so widespread, there is always that rattlesnake of envy that time and time again rises up furiously charging against those that are closest with more fury. |
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07/07/06 |
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| Between university classrooms, offices and seminars, and crossing the joviality of the students, the professor walks tremendously afraid, and hiding, convinced of not knowing anything and believing that at any moment, at any turn, his whole world, everybo |
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07/07/06 |
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| What are these longings for entirety that consume me time and time again in circumstances as disparate as those of keeping the small champion calm company, buying golden delicious apples in the semi-empty hypermarket, unhurriedly navigating the internet, |
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07/07/06 |
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| He passes me with the indifference of an experienced street dog.
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07/07/06 |
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| Mysterious silence that chatters about interior images and renovates the serene fight for a better life. |
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07/07/06 |
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| He walks with the deceivingly weary step of one who lives continually thinking how to improve this, that and the other: the world at his reach: everything.
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07/07/06 |
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| That great 40 year-old man is amazed at the imperative order of a bossy little squirt with a few years' experience.
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07/07/06 |
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| With the uselessness and sarcasm of a cold radiator turned off in the middle of winter. |
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07/07/06 |
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| The continuous and colossal effort of not wanting to be special or strange, but normal: run of the mill, normal, ordinary and anonymous, serving hidden and without anything being noticed at all. I detach myself from others, devoting myself to my family an |
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07/07/06 |
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| Tired in the autumnal evening with the solace of the home fire, thinking, exhausted, about how I have acted with spurts of love throughout the always disconcerting life.
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07/07/06 |
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| Dreaming about the housekeeping, all proportion and vivacious happiness that bewilders. |
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07/07/06 |
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| To dream that I am dreaming and to wake up dreaming.
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07/07/06 |
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07/07/06 |
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| Inevitable stew in the proximity of the winter noon. |
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07/07/06 |
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| The weary rhythm of the old man's dusk when the youth of the day went running away. |
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07/07/06 |
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| The minutes pass curbing the impulse that spoils the well-doing that is in each conscious second.
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07/07/06 |
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| Taking shelter in your arms reading your face that shines with clarity in your sparkling eyes. |
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07/07/06 |
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| To get tired of being still and to rest running.
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07/07/06 |
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| To interview myself firmly and craftily to know who I am and where I am going. |
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07/07/06 |
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| Revealing the variety and triviality of a swarm of mosquitoes swirling in the sun's diffused light that grows dark. |
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07/07/06 |
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| Green and splendid hedges on the outside but dried up and cadaverous inside due to the lack of revitalizing light.
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07/07/06 |
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| He encountered a wild tiger tamed by the softness of the dawned jasmine.
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07/07/06 |
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| The hatred of injustice always settles like an aggressive and exclusive force inside the mystery of the mind, filling it completely, leaving it inactive and condemning it to be full of emptiness. |
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07/07/06 |
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| Serving others better by concentrating on what is ours that is always a surprising and uncontrollable world interwoven with all the rest and all the others.
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07/07/06 |
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| Hearing your feminine and maternal voice although I am a thousand kilometres away, and listening to it more sometimes than if I am hugging you in the night.
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07/07/06 |
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| One only lives once and it is necessary to fill it to overflowing. |
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07/07/06 |
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| Pain of thinking about oneself. Pain that ends up breaking out in happiness. |
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07/07/06 |
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| To investigate inside our original world, and finally discover that it is not original but universally typical.
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07/07/06 |
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| As wine ends up intoxicating no matter how strong and accustomed the body is, in this way praying, also for a few, ends up intoxicating with madness he who like me, wants to achieve everything, to love everything, to dream of everything, to conquer everyt |
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07/07/06 |
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| You, my wife, you take me by the halter guiding me in the seemingly luminous darkness of madness. With you the madness returns to good sense, and the homesickness to escape from becomes the intense desire of returning to your lap.
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07/07/06 |
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| Naked monologue in front of the mirror.
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07/07/06 |
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| Anachronism that is inserted as a prompt to remind us that everything has also been, and will also be.
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07/07/06 |
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| The tendency to atavism of inventing something that offers a certain intoxication. |
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07/07/06 |
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| To act with the toughness of a Rugby scrum.
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07/07/06 |
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| Serene profile that hypnotizes even the fiercest lion with peace.
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07/07/06 |
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| Focussed and concentrated on our unique and different task we only live once and each one of us is, everything being nothing: a name that goes on being filled with contents and love with the passing of renovated time.
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07/07/06 |
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| I am not wasting time, but rather I am calmly gaining it. |
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07/07/06 |
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| One only lives once: what a mysterious responsibility!
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07/07/06 |
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| Our life can be a continuous madness of love.
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07/07/06 |
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| Getting bogged down with impatience in the apparent daily routine.
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07/07/06 |
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| To be left speechless before the open blue esplanade of the immense sea.
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07/07/06 |
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| W ith the ridiculous insolence of a lap dog.
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07/07/06 |
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| With a show of inefficiency
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07/07/06 |
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| We live sheltered from eternity by time. |
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07/07/06 |
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| A soft and peaceful hurricane of fresh air. |
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07/07/06 |
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| A flood of pleasures that vanish in an instant. |
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07/07/06 |
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| Managerial soldiery that oozes value in the face of the always omnipresent risk.
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07/07/06 |
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| Statistical bombing is like a perturbing tingling sensation that distorts the original worth of each event.
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07/07/06 |
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| The serenity of suffering and aging while loving. |
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07/07/06 |
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| The cloud of smoke that rises when adding water and fire to the foliage reddened by the embers of the glowing blaze.
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07/07/06 |
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| With the surprising force of a sleepy gesture.
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07/07/06 |
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| Managerial roguery that knows how to keep the innovative secret in order to surprise later with the helpful explosion. |
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07/07/06 |
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| To be anchorite in the middle of the upset of our hyperactive and strident world; in the middle, for example, of a high risk soccer game with a hundred thousand spectators.
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07/07/06 |
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| We are all, in our apparent smallness, epic heroes, liberators of our fatherland, princes of lineage or discoverers of new routes and of new worlds.
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07/07/06 |
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| Genius and innovative mood are only achieved with a tough and continuous fight to slip away from the ways of thinking already firmly established in our subconscious, and escaping from customary ways of expression.
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07/07/06 |
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| Maybe those who consider mathematics as the disguise of ignorance, and geometry as a prison of hyperbolic artifices, are right
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07/07/06 |
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| To look for a book, find the quote and clear the idea in the midst of the student whisper of the library. |
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07/07/06 |
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| With the excuse of the days of sane madness I want to scream in love: blessed is the mother that gave birth to you!
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07/07/06 |
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| That student group was a small human world in growing vibration. |
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07/07/06 |
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| Through the warmth of the look we discover maternal behaviour and the originality of this homeland, few being so great. |
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07/07/06 |
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| To give life to the illusion, to attract it from the mythical world of dreams and to make it a daily reality. |
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07/07/06 |
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| To leave the cold ghastly darkness in order to return to the silent clarity tinged in its light.
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07/07/06 |
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| The curved forms of woman that cloud the thought and look; that explode in sweet happiness, and end up gestating a new life, a thousand lives, millions of lives.
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07/07/06 |
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| The mediocrity of he who believes he is somebody when he is nothing more than treacherous thistles for the cyclist's wheel.
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07/07/06 |
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| To escape from the explicit devout and religious that ends up intoxicating and losing the spontaneous and naked reality. |
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07/07/06 |
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| Hypocrisy of the intoxicant prayer that can derive in physical and mental laziness.
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07/07/06 |
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| To laugh crying and wake up sleeping.
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07/07/06 |
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| It is only a long time after having happened, or maybe never, that the decisive and original aspect of a certain circumstance is recognized, of such an expression, scream or silence.
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07/07/06 |
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| To donate the Earth. The economy is that. |
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07/07/06 |
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07/07/06 |
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| The word has no more being than being given. |
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07/07/06 |
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| No firm ideas. Only the firm idea of freedom, because it is the least firm, the most flexible, the richest and fullest of nuances.
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07/07/06 |
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| In a friend's trust you always find the kinetic energy and the necessary rest to accelerate and mark the course to the serene and active rhythm of peace.
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07/07/06 |
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| In that unique instant of unrepeatable circumstances, and without knowing or wanting, the Opel Astra car speaker emits that unexpected melody that awakes the always new sleeping dreams and old desires.
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07/07/06 |
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| How much lost time, and how much energy trampled on by the curious and morbid obsession of looking back and diving into one's own and other people's stinking miseries, with the danger of ending up transformed into statues of salt!
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07/07/06 |
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| The atrocity and madness of asking me to do all this could only have occurred to You, when the lunatic is me, the atrocity all that I think, plan and do, and my being is pure miserable weakness and tatters made into flesh!
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07/07/06 |
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| I live in an open corner of the world, protected by your shadow and aired by the mountain breeze of your maternal lap.
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07/07/06 |
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| The slavery of ignorance that leaves us blinded with solemnity, lurching along simple paths without being able to admire the immense and multicoloured wealth of the truth.
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07/07/06 |
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| People from here and there: youths, adults, married couples, families, lovers; all with the freshly made bread under their arm on Sunday morning, nourishing the great illusions hidden in the routine of the weekly end. |
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07/07/06 |
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| Dealing with that problem with the mastery of one inured to a thousand unexpected battles, and finishing the performance with that masterful dominion that turns the situation around in an outstanding position without venting one's anger on luck.
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07/07/06 |
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| Working at the calm rhythm that marks the unfolding of our life that forces its way at a stubborn pace, without fears and urgencies, sure about the future effectiveness of each well done and oriented detail.
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07/07/06 |
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| The ashtray in the clean hospital waiting room evokes those so far off days when my wife carefreely smoked; and that other day, also far off, on which she decided while pregnant, with Spartan will and complete perseverance, to give up.
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07/07/06 |
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| He who is obsessed with the speculative accumulation of money without trusting financial professionals, soon has his vision clouded and he ends up losing the sensibility that perceives, in each niche of the fleeting time of life, the free treasures always |
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07/07/06 |
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| From the active rest of the welcoming breakfast, I watch the lavish rotating of that routine fan, ignorant of so many anxieties, easing the well-being of the early rising employees in that recently opened shopping centre.
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07/07/06 |
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| That restless impatience that overtakes us time and time again in the most diverse actions, breaks up the calm joining of temporary and spatial petty details delaying the arrival of perfection and final ecstasy.
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07/07/06 |
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| Do not tell me that the Spaniards are envious and busybodies, or that trees give shade, but rather tell me that the envy stimulated by Carmen does not allow her brother-in-law Pedro to think in his maturity; that my friend Juan, spurred on by the reading |
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07/07/06 |
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| That grass and those thickets, that willow, the cypress and the palm trees take root vigorously in the earth originally worked by the hoe of a never dominated rebellious woman.
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07/07/06 |
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| Crestfallen and drowsy, but without losing conduct nor the security of the road, the man approaches the open place of his work to tackle again the helpful task in that spring morning.
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07/07/06 |
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| The simplicity of your strength is manifested in the strong caress that you give in those terrible moments of unexpected interior anxiety.
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07/07/06 |
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| Why look there if I have everything in you, or why not look there if you are also always there?
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07/07/06 |
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| What does this indiscreet sweet have that when tasting and trying it a labyrinth of ideas breaks loose that ends up resulting in the sweetness of your body and the serenity of your night-time rest next to me?
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07/07/06 |
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| That clip, picked up from the floor bending over, symbolizes that cosmic perfection that, flying over the dirty and scattered, is locked uncannily in those sentences: a place for each thing and each thing in its place; a time for everything and everything |
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07/07/06 |
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| The ultramodern passenger aeroplane is heard for a few seconds from its height of a thousand feet and, in the faculty library, the readers' attention is briefly disturbed to again recapture the abstract thread of intoxicating thought.
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07/07/06 |
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| On the edge of the parabolic antenna a couple of swallows show off in their flight, looking at it dubiously, proudly and thoroughly despising so much technology and so much iron with so little content and so little life.
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07/07/06 |
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| With the reinforced concrete bottom and hefty brick walls, a couple of sparrows adjust their flight to attracted spring tugs and distracted by their sexual reproducing instinct.
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07/07/06 |
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| That inoffensive knife on the white paper tablecloth denies its violent essence and points out that it is only a docile instrument in the soft or rough, insidious, piercing or affectionate hands of those humans that use it in such diverse circumstances.
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07/07/06 |
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| In front of the pensive diner, the glass jar of water is proud to contain the queen mother of creation able to feed all vegetables and animals happy and carefree, generation after generation, century after century |
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07/07/06 |
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| In a corner of the university restaurant, waiting for the roast pepper salad, the pen flies across the paper materializing always-old new ideas, and repeating the literary task of observing inside that immense and so many times dark cosmos.
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07/07/06 |
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| In the apparent rest after the no less apparent work, the mind goes over the momentous happening in the high seas of the speculative financial storm, and recalls that the most important are the underwater currents, the slow and stubborn movement of deep w |
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07/07/06 |
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| I look, and see that corner exhausted by the accumulation of things that shackle it.
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07/07/06 |
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| Herculean obelisk that collapses before the soft puff of a prodigious infant.
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07/07/06 |
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| He walks crestfallen looking for a scheme to protect the embers of hope that nest in the human heart. |
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07/07/06 |
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| To know how to get bored before the inability and human error caused by frantic hyperinflation of activity. |
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07/07/06 |
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| To work the spring that starts the curl of unreasonableness.
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07/07/06 |
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| Cadaverous lesion which is a consequence of the active error that surpasses the harmonic proportion of all being conformed to their essential rhythm.
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07/07/06 |
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| The paralysed and infuriated pride of he who tries to gnaw with unusual stubbornness at the reinforced concrete of despised reality.
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07/07/06 |
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| The open crack that, against its light, allows a glimpse of the pretence of the hidden truth.
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07/07/06 |
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| The forced smile of he who, without losing poise, wants to hide the disappointment suffered or the unexpected annoyance that changes all his meticulous foreseen plans around in the grid of his Cartesian mind.
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07/07/06 |
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| You do not believe with suspected arrogance that it only occurs to you to be the elegant centre of that majestic interdependence? It has also crossed the mind of this or that other one, and in Europe or Asia, Oceania, Africa or American lands; and as much |
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07/07/06 |
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| With the brilliant cottony clouds, the rhythmic swinging of the living leaves of that elm tree insinuate your charming feminine demeanour in this spring-like May.
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07/07/06 |
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| That 2nd May 1998 when the Euro was born definitively, the hopes of peace, well-being and security extended in abundance among millions and millions of citizens, and the great power and responsibility of money in our open and specialized societies was pat |
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07/07/06 |
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| The brilliant professor, financial expert and loyal friend melted into that same person who would occupy one of the most outstanding world positions for the stable well-being and hopeful daily well-doing activated by hundred of millions of world citizens. |
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07/07/06 |
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| Doctor friends, gathered monthly around a table, dialoguing informally on the most varied events, giving present time to the past, anticipating the future and commenting on the present with the carefree mastery of an experienced professor.
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07/07/06 |
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| In the fresh water of our mother we confidently navigate for some months, until painful childbirth brings us face to face without any explanation with the hard pioneer adventure, through the rough and thorny world of earthly life.
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07/07/06 |
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| I carry the tempting spear of death nailed into my skin and between my bones that only you can pardon, pluck out and transform into a witness of perennial love.
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07/07/06 |
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| That tiny, restless ant, uncertain in its journey, remembers the usefulness of walking with perseverance and without flitting to and fro towards chosen goals in moments of serenity.
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07/07/06 |
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| The aesthetic rainbow of the magnitude of the world and universe attracts me as much as you, and so much that I was able to fool the most splendid damsel, worming my way into her adorned youth.
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07/07/06 |
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| Although the sun or the sea shelter and protect me, and even if I hide between concrete walls, or bury myself between stones and ash, I am never without you.
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07/07/06 |
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| Even in the most terrible and desperate circumstance, a small light of understanding and welcoming hope is peeked in the bottom of that abyss darkened by horror.
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07/07/06 |
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| The noblest ideas are connected and appear brilliant in the clamour of pleasant battles to blows of serene rigour in silent ecstasies.
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07/07/06 |
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| The noblest ideas are connected and appear brilliant in the clamour of pleasant battles to blows of serene rigour in silent ecstasies.
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07/07/06 |
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| Flourishing and humid spring meadow between wild holm oak thickets, where the dense and majestic horse chestnut tree top stands out.
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07/07/06 |
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| Soft breeze in that leafy May evening that sways the high-stemmed daisies, contrasting harshly with the strident caws that are produced in the cold metallic atmosphere of the great city. |
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07/07/06 |
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| The threshold of your look is a fresh spring of clean intentions that overflows between your crystalline eyes forming a pool in the whole contemplated universe. |
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07/07/06 |
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| If you want to solve that distant problem soon, solve the closest one first; if you want to ascend to the sky, go down first to the depths of your interior; and if you want to run towards the infinite, curb your bolted step and choose the patient route.
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07/07/06 |
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| That viscous and infectious illness that confuses the mind time and time again, is perhaps that which ends up arousing with more fury the enraged longing to recover, and the greatest serenity after the enormous battle. |
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07/07/06 |
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| In those days of May '98 I embarked upon burning my boats that, tempting, could always demand the return to the always boring and futile security.
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07/07/06 |
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| Striated sharp-pointed leaves see the sweetness of the pollen, and smile thinking of the boredom of ease and comfort-loving, when the pepper of the painful thorn is lacking.
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07/07/06 |
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| Those May days, lying down on the grass, I learned again that unforgettable and inexpressible lesson that tells us how love is bound to the truth, and that intellectual intuitions and reflections, if they are true, never appear in indifference nor in the |
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07/07/06 |
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| A couple of children friends ran and jumped around the recently lit bonfire, dreaming a thousand fantastic adventures and representing so many other episodes of infantile conquests.
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07/07/06 |
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| How much error is hidden behind the rigid and lineal, dogmatic and seemingly heroic search, for our monothematic purposes without flexibility.
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07/07/06 |
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| Although the hurricane of despair arises, never fear the risk that the always faithful love involves.
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07/07/06 |
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| The jumble of circumstances in apparent chaos is coordinated and harmonized aesthetically to make us understand the relevance that the hard, soft and constant work of loving always has.
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07/07/06 |
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| Triumphant and pleasant success is only achieved by many times unpleasant anonymous training.
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07/07/06 |
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| Creative intelligence that, dominating motivations, habits and feelings, allows us to navigate between tempestuous seas or in the calm tranquillity of sea breezes.
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07/07/06 |
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| Detach yourself from all that separates you from perseverance on the leafy road sighted so many times around a hundred corners and among a thousand landscapes.
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07/07/06 |
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| The professor of Economy, sitting next to the arts department, waits proudly for the arrival of the one who, also educational, is everything in his life.
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07/07/06 |
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| While somebody crossed, pensive but with resolved step, that garden pampered by Manolo's hefty and callous hand, a conglomerate of living ideas strikes the youthful thought of those schoolchildren who, distracted, contemplate it.
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07/07/06 |
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| Those cigarette butts, thrown on the landscaped path of that school, are a sign of the adult impatience of someone who is not happy with himself.
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07/07/06 |
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| Young pre university students, irresponsibly sure of themselves, dragging in their presumption everything that they find in their path.
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07/07/06 |
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| Value, freedom, justice and economy are the initial goals that I have proposed myself in that intellectual adventure that gives meaning to life.
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07/07/06 |
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| Fear of the weak legacy that impotent abandonment claims in the one who can do everything.
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07/07/06 |
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| To be without being there, and not being there even when one is certainly present.
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07/07/06 |
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| Nobody doubts what they see but rather of what they think. Or perhaps I do not doubt what I think but what I see.
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07/07/06 |
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| I see what you see and I want to hear what you hear.
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07/07/06 |
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| That wedding in Seville of the widower with nine children, and that other of the woman with six children that remarried another widower friend, reaffirms my firm resolution of eternal fidelity to Rocío, my wife.
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07/07/06 |
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| The fluttering of the blackbird surprises the walker's leisurely step, and upsets the thread of thought that needs to be tacked again after the surprise.
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07/07/06 |
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| The frantic activity of the cartoons that does not stop, that does not rest, that overcomes all setbacks effortlessly, and that always ends up making him happy, contrasts with the flesh and blood spectator's tired and lazy passivity, that sinks on so many |
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07/07/06 |
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| Even the most ordinary family scene or the seemingly most routine triviality can become the greatness of an operetta that delights and leaves thousands of expectant spectators perplexed. |
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07/07/06 |
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| The bolted passion of loving the world makes us forget its ugliness, rubbish and bad smell to transform it into fullness of beauty and good welcoming atmosphere.
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07/07/06 |
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| In each corner a world, in each word a poem, in each look a thousand landscapes, in a thought a great many ideas, in each instant eternity without frontiers, and in a silence the whole universe. |
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07/07/06 |
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| I do not know if a near and unexpected earthquake will raze my day by day carefully forged home; I do not know if my children will find an open and peaceful road in the jungle of future life; I have no idea if some day a stormy wave of exasperated greed w |
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07/07/06 |
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| What most mysterious interdependence that makes possible the presence of the distant in the near, the universal in the local, that of others in ours, yours in mine, the world in my world, the universe in our universe, the general in the particular, the gr |
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07/07/06 |
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| Sitting down in the school garden awaiting that dark-haired girl, already almost a woman, I mend my riotous and sad, foolishly sad spirit that feels, once again, the evidence of its nothingness. |
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07/07/06 |
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| The autumnal afternoon darkens among children's games where they jump and argue innocently while, calm and pensive, I await the arrival of the one who I have so many new hopes for.
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07/07/06 |
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| From a poisoned infinite abyss of horror and misery, man, all man, is able to get up and rise to the highest, proudly rejecting his withered nothingness.
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07/07/06 |
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| When so many times ideas accumulate and rear up, a soft halt is needed so that, choosing any one of them, allows us to follow the calm thread that always leads to all the others. |
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07/07/06 |
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| From the attic at home I connect myself to the internet and new seas and horizons open up: museums, landscapes, libraries, music, entertainment, conversations, knowledge, a thousand and one colours, a thousand and one ideas,... Suddenly my six year-old bo |
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07/07/06 |
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| What responsibility and what serious happiness knowing that when I suffer they do not suffer, when I get tired they rest, when I work well they work better, when I am in peace then peace flourishes, and that when I want and love they fall in love singing! |
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07/07/06 |
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| How infuriating not to have realized before that all good depends on knowing how to love, each one of us, day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute, second by second!
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07/07/06 |
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| What a trace of a look escapes when in the winter evening my thought hides a moment without you!
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07/07/06 |
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| From the most complete impotence I am only left with the security of calmly trusting in that You will do everything in spite of the difficulties, and to better understand You.
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07/07/06 |
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| How many already know what I know, and how many more do not know what I do not know! |
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07/07/06 |
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| Through the wet garden grass rubs the wet and love-crazy body of that animal of animals wanting to embrace the whole universe in a conjugal hug. |
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07/07/06 |
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| When we want to take off trying to capture the universal ideas there, and our bewildered head does not respond, it is sufficient to reduce our sleeping powers to the nearest thing so that the breeze blows again and the coolness of the light dawns. |
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07/07/06 |
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| It is a simplification to say that only one action is carried out in each instant. The reality is much more complex, complete and harmonic. At the same time, immersed in the dynamics of time, we carry out a multitude of actions: with our fingers, mouth, h |
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07/07/06 |
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| Oikos nomos, domestic economy, order in the house. There money is not necessary, there work is the order, the non dogmatic order to make a healthy life possible. The parents of the family bring home tangible assets, but the domestic work consists of order |
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