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"It was a rainy night of November ...

" Damn. topicazo go. How do you think of starting a story like that? As if there were nights in the world and you were not to find yours. A fucking night to be your night and the damn rainy night in November. Take eggs, give life to the story, tell me what it was like, man, the night you live in the story ...

I remember your voice mixed with mine on the handset, viscose saturating the wireless telephone misunderstanding, the drops rattled against the glass with a chubby, serious sound, and how the world suddenly made me understand and sterile.

-Ya. But it was so.

- Yes?

"If it was a rainy night of November ...

- And?

"And I was missing.

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A story useless.

Every crisis is spiritual and mental. And if there is a material level because the mind is designed, because we have been led to believe they exist. It is an ancient magical technique: if you think it will happen, will happen. Long ago, a senior analyst with the economic behavior of human beings, Nassim Nicholas Taleb, asked in an interview, to give advice that could serve either to be more effective when making decisions. Fast and sharp, recommended never see the news. And attest to the profound and healing involvement of the council. News, ill, far from providing information, which usually do is set up in us an image of "world" biased, chewed, and obsolete. Furthermore, the bias is usually negative. And this negativity is recorded, in spite of ourselves, a fire in our brains slowly. No wonder the elderly who believe see the world through television, think, for example, that the world is becoming more violent and dangerous, when in fact the opposite. The feeling of empathy is widening, and is more present in humans. Clearly, something we are doing "well" as a species. I do not know if fast enough to not become extinct, but some have been doing. What most journalists still seem not to understand is that the observer creates reality. They do their work as if there objectivity. This lack of awareness means being captain still believing that the world is flat. Telling the world also creates the world. It is an art of great responsibility.

The world is full of violence. The news filled the space of little violence in the world. Are promoting fear. Claim, some say, make people aware of "what happens in the world." But that is impossible. First because you can not tell you everything that happens. You choose what to expect, ie: you choose what happens. And second, because "what happens in the world" is different for each observer. The brain interprets it creates, does not perceive. There is violence in the world, in us, yes, but the world is not violent, we are not violent by definition.

That "world" is created each time by our imagination. Our beliefs, our prejudices, our ideas, our desires, feelings, emotions, our mental programs, all taking shape our picture, which we perceive the universe in which we live. Each person lives in a world so radically different.

To a mind that has transcended duality no longer exists. "Outside" and "interior" become the same thing, the same unit. What one "is" and what the world "is" become the same. But even dual minds will use the duality to understand me to say that the "outside", what we call "outside", is a direct result of our "inside" so if you change ... the world changes. O if it is easier to accept for you: any change in our "inside" will result in the "outside." Our way of perceiving the world also affect this "world." For the customs ill, for example, are perpetuated by our prejudices, that they believe when they are unavoidable. And those prejudices are created by how we "see" the world.


there is pain. The war there. We know. But we can become antibody, we can transform the pain little by little, and teach others how to transform it. We can start by ceasing to be at war with ourselves, with the neighbor, with the pair, with fellow ... We can. Small actions resonate in large, own in the others. Forever, because nothing is separate. The flapping of a butterfly "here" causes a storm "there."

These "small" or "large" stocks, for example, are more important as news to me that a stupid and "great" murder. By making news a reward to the terrorist bombing with precisely what he wanted to commit the attack. We are therefore complicit. Whoever the culprits, we'll reward us with them and turn their actual acts. We can decide how to reward our attention. We can decide how to tell the world. We can decide which world to live. We can. We're doing it continuously. If you are a journalist tell us what you think useful to make this world a better place, stories of people dedicated to living his heart overflowed, creating giving and love, tell us what makes us evolve, and not merely ridiculous acts Acknowledge our stupidity inherited. O espabilar or a bomb in your ass it will.

Do not become what they call a "person informed." No news you feed manufactured. Do not complain. It serves no purpose. Click if you can, if you know but do not pretend to know certain things will make them change, or pretend your pain useless to pretend to be a "good person" sensitive "problems of the world." Do not ask to be informed of what they do not want to exist. Care and indifference are magical and sacred instruments. I agree with the words of Osho: "What is history? It's just a series of old newspaper clippings. If you help someone, no newspaper will publish the story, if you kill someone, you will leave in all the newspapers." What is your history but those people who have been a nuisance, which has left many wounds in human consciousness? Is that what you call history? You do not have more than garbage in your mind. "

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EGAÑA

As noted by our friend Fermintxo, this is a classic post images of Christmas with their corresponding cards, but it is a way to show our sincere wish for all those who have followed our journey for this year. But since I do not want to leave anyone indifferent, and that hanging videos fatal me, I leave a link so you echéis laughter.

A hug to everyone and my sincere wishes for the holiday season, with the hope that next year the waters are somewhat more calm and we can enjoy more of this wretched life .

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This Saturday, considering weather forecasting and sea, I decided to fulfill a promise he had made several months the brothers Egaña. Fernando and Mike make up this great duo with whom I spent a morning to remember. People like them are the ones that teach you the true meaning of this wonderful hobby, share your own experiences with friends in the best company, as it were.

Fernando

Here we see perched on a rock and a little below Mikel. The day was very dificles, and even more if it is Igueldo, an area normally fished low blow sea, which did not on Saturday. Strong wave trains made us hire us to depth, as the current surface and bottom were different, and knowing where I was working the solid was paramount if we wanted to succeed.

The espumero after the series of waves was wonderful, but the swell was playing us at all times and we had a hard time knowing where I was eating fish. But this was no obstacle to our players. Both Fernando and Mike quickly adapted and soon begin to drive bream, little hand with the chickens. During this time I was a spectator and enjoyed a great time seeing these artists of the cane.

How could it be otherwise, Massif Torres did his job perfectly, deepening and properly maintained in the making. The bream came near the shore to cheer the morning, something difficult with the sea suddenly we had. Although I forgot to take pictures, highlight the rich tortilla with Fernando delighted us, and Mikel brought exquisite wine, which helped greatly in the bream are attracted by the aroma of these delicacies.

Mike Here is a nice specimen that gave him a beautiful set, while his brother Fernando was watching him with great happiness. The complicity of both is an example to follow and there is nothing more beautiful to share these brief but intense sweet moments that life offers us, bravo to you guys.

seems that Mike caught him and nailed a taste one after another, while Fernando was not going back and filling the bucket.

left in the water allowed us to retain the solid and fish just below where we were, but the current was moving the solid, so that the corks also sent them in the same direction.

After finishing the day, played the picture to remember. Beautiful picture of Mike and Fernando with the hanger achieved. Thank you very much for sharing with me this day that, for sure, it cost me forget.

Finally, note that the presence of fish is increasing, and from now on will begin to see larger bream full of that natural fat that accumulate in winter and make them delicious from the culinary.

A hug to everyone and luck in your fishing trips.

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This Sunday was one of those days that remain in the retina, full of great mates united by a common hobby, THE FRIENDSHIP. But this has its history. Last year he came to a popular trio to organize a competition among members of the association, "Pisalapas Club", composed, as you all know, the three grand, Javi (Txikili), Michel (The Fountain) and Jorge (El Marques de Begoña). Given the magnitude of the event, I offered to arrange everything and also sponsor the Torres massif. In my mind to customize the labels for each bucket, instead of putting Pisalapas, missed and wrote Pasalapas. And as we need to bundle a few arguments, the idea of \u200b\u200borganizing the "I Torneo Pasalapas" among those who were accompanying these three artists during the meal. Well said and done, here's the "I Pasalapas."

To start the day, met in the League, where attendees could have a coffee accompanied by cakes to charge batteries. Since the early hours there was no shortage of laughter and good atmosphere reigned at all times.

Until the time came the draw for partners. George held the same, and how could it be otherwise, the Tongo was swift and rigged in a scandalous manner, tickets rulaban everywhere and Jorge made a killing ....... What is scoring in the picture is not the order of the pairs, but their accounts of the collection of the day ....

Then we divided by the Cantabrian coast in search of the elusive bream. With a trip to swim more than to fish, although they did as best they could until it was time for weighing.

Jorge As pointed out in his entry, the Tongo came to the fore at the first hurdle, who arrived late had to disburse large sums of money to not be eliminated. Those who do not carry cash had to settle for looking at the portfolio of the Marquis, je je je.

My dear woman had prepared the table of awards, while the participants had this face hunger, but the wait was worth it.

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No Ribeiro missed the cask wine and other alcoholic beverages, of course.

The faces began to glow with the first bites Galego such a delicacy. Meanwhile, a vast server gave to whet the appetite of these lions, hehe.

The happiness of the guests was evident after filling the fuel tank, including reserve.

The desktop was spent in laughter and yawning, and he could more than a cumulative fatigue (see picture of George, pictured right).

Another great hostess, and the few times I mention, my wife, who is always willing to join the party, which is a source of happiness for me. In the photo right next to my sister and my brother, Jorge looking no where ....

Since Jorge, for inexplicable reasons, has refused to publish any photo Txikili best friend, here's one. Many corks you've given to Txikili, Huey? Then you catch the affinity between the Gazelle and Txikili ....

Following the tasting drinks, Jose Oscar and delighted us with this bottle of Liqueur Coffee, of course, Galicia, which was scrumptious.

After jamada, could not miss the homecoming queen Galegas the Queimada which, incidentally, I left "Queimada" as I almost ran out of it, heh heh heh.

What would a non Conxuro Queimada? Txikili, great master of this difficult language, did the honors and delighted us with own improvisation of the great translators and writers from Galicia, thank you very much for honoring us with such a demonstration of your skills.

And it came time to deliver the awards. I would like to highlight the figure of the champions, for their perseverance, know-how, by his greatness as well as fishermen and people for their invaluable presence, and that there are others: Javi (Txikili), Igor (The Gazelle Amorebieta), M ª Jose, Carlos, Jorge (El Marques de Begoña), Michel (The Fountain), Iker, Aritz, Eulo, Oscar, Jose, Manu, Chema and Michelangelo.

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The award was contingent on the bargaining power of each to Jorge, and reading the classification was not about weight, or the pezas, or anything, but how much we paid as .... (I can not say) je je je.

Carlos, Manu and Aritz formed the trio of the day.

Michel e Iker collecting his trophy in the hands of the Marquis. Jose and Oscar formed a couple of the most discussed (brought the book, normally coincide, hehe), and once again gave us their smiles.

Eulo and a server by entering the envelope with the spill in the pocket of George. Oscar was the most ready of the class and deceived George to give him the prize for the biggest piece.

As a climax to this extraordinary day, we went to take a few drinks and lay off this party, for sure, we will repeat next year.

A big hug to all and, once again, thank you for this day.

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@ s good friend, after the break carried out because of the hunting season, I have taken back my wanderings coastal mood to dust off the rod. With practice almost forgotten, was accompanied by a recent champion of Zarautz, Mr. Iker, to see if I taught a few tricks for my forgotten. But before I will relate what the day whether he wanted to make special mention of the Derby tonight and this .....

wanted to present the best fan I have at home, which is not removed from the official clothing or sleeping, heh heh heh. God shared fate, that if, for the Txuri-Urdin, "txuri urdin, txuri urdin Maitea ......"

Tucked into the material. For this occasion we opted for a fish that we had the possibility of fish from low to high tide. It was a very shallow area, which I like, and where we had two distinct parts, the first two hours of high tide, which only managed to fool three clueless, and between the third and fourth hours in which the fish is encouraged. Here ls Iker making yours, no wonder she was crowned txapeldun, review often gave me chicken.

Gradually the network would have a presence of fish, but stumbled, one here, two there, and so most of the morning.

The size of the waves was the ideal for the fishing, just arrived at the underground and left beautiful (beautiful), allowing the cork to pull up the shore. How nice it is to fish in the surf, where water leaves the wave rock, among small slabs protruding into the sea.

wave series left us this beautiful picture and helped to deceive the bream that roamed the area .

Concentration is essential if we are to succeed in a location like this, where the cork never does collapse and we nailed the fish at the time when the float starts to move suddenly. Iker understood this and gave me a real hand recital of fish, Bravo Bravissimo champion.

Without being too in number, the quality of the parts was worth mentioning. We did not have a single bite of small fish, a good sign for the days ahead.

This was what happened Saturday in this beautiful autumn morning in best company like Iker. But that's not all, one day this week, taking a margin of an hour and a half that I had been hanging on the agenda, I went up to entice baby squid just before dusk, and the truth, I can not complain .

These two beauties were caught for my pleasure and enjoyment .

Menuda which lie at home with txipis, including ink and slime. The relative wanted to take good shot, but I had trouble keeping my hands, then slipped the damned, laughs with the tiny little picture.

This is the weight of both pieces (with the counter to 0 after setting the source, of course).

And this the the most, how to throw ....... .

After passing through the cleaning service, were in this manner.

dish and ready to be frozen, its destination, squid rings for this Christmas.

From here, to encourage you to go in search of either bream or cuttlefish, because if any Hayles and good. Greetings to everyone and luck in your fishing trips.