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quelquefois if Qui est jolie .. .

Jacques Prevert. Pater Noster .

I had lost my glasses and ...

As it went to class, just after I took over the years and I went for new ones. In tests I was told I had nothing, nothing remarkable, be understood apart from a slight deviation in one eye (which I consoled myself thinking about all the girls I have been fascinated by that bit perfect squint in the eye, or in Henry Miller and many other endearing smug yet drawn with a lazy eye "Clues in which I had never seen and would not see me even though I said they suffered from a diversion on the look-) and to see a little blur the boundaries at certain distances (distances to those who otherwise contours do not matter too much), well, who apparently had cheated me years ago (most likely in the words of the doctor) ... or healed me (in my innocent optimism that characterized this view of mine, although it deviates a bit, but not to me, I am something fatal and now that admit it: too easy to cheat). At the eye doctor did explain the evidence and make me some more, the guy pulled out of the hat, dust all training and content, like a magician in front of an enthusiastic volunteer at a time when the secrets of magic-simple-is in the doldrums. That was fun. But the rest of the audience, that is, my companion, who had only come to pick up some lenses, got bored, sorry for asking me to come along and remind me that one day, long ago, I wore glasses, not to mention that of shame he was posing, sitting there all in my paper, a face full of metal chachibaches, lenses and questions aloud. Today

day, sometimes, I take his sunglasses, short-sighted. I have this weakness. They give in and reluctantly lend me your glasses, emerging a few minutes to small color blindness with your eyes closed, suddenly a bit lost, vulnerable, charming "... as for a moment, through the windows, I wonder of the world of the outlines useless I usually lose, or book me as look-but listen: they are there.

... after all ...

... yet lost among small scams and dubious cures, outlining the incomprehensible done to see on this planet

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Good friend and @ s comrades s fishing. The input of this week, plus emplazaros to throw a glance at the blog of Manu, www.sargopasion.blogspot.com , I want to dedicate to my good friend Raul, who flawlessly managed franchises in various parts Rhodania English geography. On the occasion of a very accurate report of what is and represents the "Massif Torres" to fishing time, I leave the link so that you have the opportunity to visit their meeting of fishermen, pescameet.com.

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A hug and good luck in your fishing trips.

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House (II)

'm in the middle of the room study room, living room, cinema room, gazebo on the roof, tablao, inn, retreat last minute ... prelude to my sheets, scene of long breakfast with you, with the swallows, with robotech and transformers and all those papelajos I like to write in the mornings, at that hour in which ideas flowing, I have a happy and head cock filled other suggestions thousands of happy playing barefoot on the carpet in my subconscious.
time this house lies before me, bright as the first day, simple and bright as a baby reptile in the bottom of a pond.
of me moving are:
... lamps that I never took until the last day because it would surrender them out definitely give the house last night to the impersonal and almost eerie light of the bulbs that hang loosely from the ceiling of all slums in the world. Clothing
... tomorrow I have to choose to exit last seen more formal than I am to work that otherwise never did better person.
... the black sheets, which long ago I caught on how well they are shaping the bodies in them, and when removed I'll take with them the idea of que vuelvas a follar aquí conmigo, bien dobladita para que no se arrugue, para tenderlas de nuevo en dios sabe qué camas, qué cuartos, qué pisos, qué casas, qué calles y qué lares… que habré de hacerte atravesar de nuevo para traerte a retozar entre mis sábanas negras.
        ...cajas sin cerrar.
        ...cachivaches de los que no he sabido deshacerme.
        ...rollos, sheets and several old papers. It's funny how ideas, something as delicate as actually scribbled ideas on something as volatile as a loose and crumpled sheet, which is not owned by stubborn naivete of paper, are reluctant to leave the field. As if in the midst of this mess would have time answering them. At the end will come in the last note; malmetidas huddled in the glove compartment or under the passenger seat accompany my ideas to the center of the next disorder.
... this computer, when I put out tonight, will swallow the window that connects the home to the world just as seen from the screen, the world we look for things, leave things, communicate, read and write.
... and their cables to the wall snaking through the empty stage.

only in the kitchen, perfectly intact and a little dirty, my everyday resist entrenched.
What to do with so many dishes. Probably leave here. Al
open the fridge and unplugged, and the closet (I love this word, is the warm sharpness of the kitchen) ... I have found plenty of food, fruits, eggs, tupergüers, cans and other packages that stared at me from the inside. Was opening little doors and there were growing, as if they were to each other by a secret passage (muttering, jokes, to laugh, keeping a silent copy-basil is the most geek-) ... Do not put that face, I also warned me that this would happen. Tomorrow I'll have to bring all this to friends and neighbors to which suits them. Some to be surprised. Each has its peculiarities to make the purchase.
But that will happen tomorrow. Today is my last dinner in front of the cathedral is lit out there, floating like every day about the thousands of anonymous shadows of the roofs of the city, as if the world's surface had been broken into pieces.
So I searched the cloth and in the middle of the room almost empty, avoiding tangles of cables, boxes, loose in the corners and gaps that have left my things not now (and that suddenly made me Suddenly a little uncomfortable as an invisible barriers and fun as going down the street without underwear) ... I've set the table for dinner at home. I brought the best clothes, even I have made myself that flower fabric that I put in the hole of the paper roll ass.
And the truth is that I have put purple.
-tortellini (the potions of cake and meat frozen in 200g bags. To which I became addicted in college), with tomato sauce, oregano and basil in generous quantities. Gulas
-salad.
-miso soup, I've loaded enough just to experience what happens when you take away the subtlety to the subtle flavor of the concoction that I bought to find out what the hell is it that Japanese students take both the novels of Murakami. The result is a metallic taste that reminded me the first night I was with a woman. She was the rule and my the smell, along with the essence of jasmine that perfumed, I stuck with a huge and vital sense of gratitude.
-For dessert I have eaten several mandarins ... I can eat tangerines indefinitely.
... and a huge bowl of popcorn, I can not indefinitely, but that while the frames run, "today" Dreams of a seductive "- my arm is still shooting and carrying the bowl to my mouth.
Now
... I'm embarrassment.

... ... And it's fun, why I always reserve a little hungry for write ...
Now put a movie in which Harrison Ford desperately searches for his wife in Paris. I have lowered the volume and Boris Vian I have no sound image from the film mixed with music is like having Paris a fishbowl. The aquarium in the world. Across TV, on the other side of the screen, the other side of the last night here.
I pour myself the last ass vodka in Poland that brought me to the last ass of that unpronounceable concoction that I brought from Sweden. The liquids are mixed in the space of glass I raise before me, while I smoke and I let my thoughts fly through space in the house.
There is some nostalgia and a certain vitality. Never
I would talk about these things in the last day of the period of my life which coincided with the life of this house.
But when this is severe it is difficult to record things.
something and do it for me.
I just feel my empty house. Empty
as a blank paper on which the future will be written.

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I keep talking to people who believe certain dreams impossible. For example: I recently met someone who has decided to think that at his age, is no longer possible to take dance "professionally." His dream was to dance before a large audience. I, as always, I said that everything is possible, certainly with creativity was a way to do it. Immediately, as prey to a hypnotic state, possessed by an ancient curse, tried to divert the conversation to protect their belief. We tend to be the guards of ourselves. But the truth is that it does not take an age, or physical conditions determined to dance. Maybe you would take to do it the usual way to do it. But to do so. B horn to know stories like Nadia Adame to stay stunned by any absurd excuse. Nadia decided to be a ballerina, despite suffering a spinal cord injury. Today she dances around the world, has her own company, and makes angles with his crutch and his body impossible for other dancers, as she claims. Ie in addition to engaging in dance, has created a unique style thanks to his injury, transforming its apparent lock on a magical tool. What age? I can easily imagine the beautiful, slow movements, an old honest and innocent, could offer to dance too.

With a good idea as well, even the effort and sacrifice are necessary. It goes without violating the body, or follow a strict discipline, not a surrender, or extensive experience. Matt Harding, for example, recorded a series of long videos on the Internet successfully. They danced before thousands and thousands of people every day, see you around the world. Without even a dancer by profession. Using movements that any of us can do. Dancing and dance to laugh at home, alone or with a friend.

achieved in my opinion, knowingly or not, getting to the essence of dance. When, in this planet, the first person started dancing, there were no "technical" or "types" of dance, or "professional." There were no "steps" to study. Surely, that person instinctively began to dance, to express a mood, or what I felt when listening to music, or prayer, who knows. Never felt it had to prepare for anything, in any sense. Dance was dancing. And here's the beautiful: Today, when man has behind him a vast culture of, when there are dance schools all over the world, when the dance has become complex and slaughtered, they say, Matt dances as danced that first person imagine. Just for fun. And having made this almost a profession ... essence has raised the same height as the prepared for thousands of years of culture. Retrieving.

And there are more beautiful and profound for me in the healing idea Matt. This is the contagion of joy. Matt is, knowingly or not, a true healer. Many people live to protect yourself from sadness, defensiveness, complaining of "bad vibes" from the "bad luck" of the bitterness of others. As if they were passive agents resigned to having to endure what happens. Yet, happiness is something you can create, and is a thousand times more infectious than the bitter "person" we say we regret. If instead of complaining, we focus on our own happiness and how to share the bitterness and self-employment, which is the same, is also dissolved.

Given the proven health benefits of happiness, positive attitude, smile ... And considering that a human being happy, you know fun, never declare a war, or find any pleasure in doing harm to others ... the implications of contributing to the expansion of the joy is immeasurable. If you see their videos and then imagine the tremendous dissemination are having, you will understand how far it is a universal medicine. If you think that Matt can not be considered a "professional dancer, then still try to justify, within you, the tremendous effort we've put as the price to get any prestige.

can dedicate to dance, whatever your condition. You can be about anything. If you feel unable to do so in the usual way, inventing a new way. Or assume that you wished never enough, stop feeding children and obsessive ideas that bind you to the past, find your voice in the world for another way to really want now. Do not use what you are not willing to do, as an excuse to do nothing more. Do not use a false dream to sit at your sense of failure. Any desire cries out to be done. Any desire has a way to perform. Or dance, or try and have fun, or cross your arms and you stare. You decide. I tell everyone. And to me at first.