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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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| Value sprouts from the ground looking towards the sky.
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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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