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I was wrong. The other day talking to a beautiful soul ... I was wrong. I said something which I felt, that is, something did not feel. And the views just seem to me that: the views ... I have that soul, and myself, to expand this point, it broader and more in line with what I feel. More generous. More conscious.

Just say, partly because of her reaction, I realized the delirium. She believed that by grinding, wanted to fix it to be better. C. But, if you hear me, for me it is never that. I do not fear being "wrong." Believe it or not, this is love. Some time ago I heard a writer of stories for children-sorry do not remember his name, saying that your child never read his books. Until one day when, in a presentation, a girl approached for an autograph and tell him how much he liked his stories. At that time he saw his son, who beside him, looked at the girl with devotion, love. The next day the child began to read the stories of the father, and did not stop to read them all. "Seeing the reaction of my son knew the writer said it was love."

What I said was that one night I was invited to a concert of several singers, almost all sounded the same. Only one form of talk, some will think. But the truth is that for some time know that nothing is just a way of speaking. So not for me to be excused so crudely. In saying that ... she made a gesture of denial, and feeling pain before an injustice. And immediately I felt a loving impulse, and through that gesture, enlighten me. Before that, for me, most of the singers were a mass of abstract and boring, would not stop social evils reinvindicaciones issue of love, that is, complaints and more complaints, if not mere jokes to dance a little and spend the time, and barely interested in music. After his gesture ... love made me see clearly what he had forgotten when I started to make in my mind that prejudice, who knows when. And suddenly I was interested in individuals who were behind this mass illusion.

Tarot and work with the public I have been des-watching the effect of unconditional presence, has been reminding me every moment of wonder individuality. Each one of us unique individuals, unique, irreplaceable. Life beats us in amazing ways. Each person amazes me, love me, anyway, cause that provokes in me at first. When you stop judging ... the best of them is visible to me. And I am deeply grateful to be able to participate in every meeting with an open heart. If every time I like being alive is, in part, because more and more people like me, and I've learned to look at each light that we are all, despite the exciting differences, the infinite masks.

I decide now illuminate with this awareness my own prejudices. I go back to that day, to that concert. I sit in front of the stage. One by one to hear them. No comparison. With all my heart. And when someone sings to indifference or protest, I look at the unique way in which that person does, how to relieve that pain through a song, and remember everything that could alleviate pain by one day I stated. And when someone has a "good" or "bad" joke singing and encourages the fun ... I laugh, and dance, and I wonder all the energy needs that drive human beings, and how does this by creating a party to the other, either way he knows how to do so now. And I remember the times when I just want to do "nonsense", they call them. So

transcend my tastes to be able to pay attention to the human wonder, the expression of each individual. If they feel, so it must be through them that what is being said. And if I'm here, listening, and decide not to go, is because that must also be heard through me. If I choose.

Then I would like to personally meet each of them, as I would know every person who exists on this planet. So do not go complaining about "I" of that performance, but having a party inside me. Then I feel that I respect the impulse that brings each person, and held beyond the form it takes. Etonces of alguna manera, me gusta también lo que no me gusta. ¿Acaso no tiene esto que ver con la paz mundial?

Gracias C. por haber expandido mi amor sin darte cuenta. Ya me sucedió la primera vez que te vi. Al llegar a casa escuché todas tus canciones.