Miosotis On A Swing Set

DespedidApocalíptica My birthday! Amalia Bautista

24 years ago I was born on 21 September '84 , specifically, and giving a margin of fifteen minutes in time as to the accuracy, at 08:20 am (early bird girl, mother with insomnia, heh ... poor!). Virgo-blooded, tinged with Libra (only 24 hours separate me from the balance, therefore I am a fickle, unstable in search).

To give some color, excitement, and now this poor blog, so abandoned that I have it, some pictures of how to celebrate that special date. And, as one would expect, a few verses of Vicente Gallego:

PROFESSION OF FAITH

Perhaps I should congratulate today,

receive my warmest congratulations

so many imbalances, being

here simply

simple but not easy

live this afternoon, having conquered

through battles,

fall, gray days, the indifference, forgetfulness,

small triumphs, deaths

very small too,

but also very large.

Haber got here, to this light

who scored then,

to remember then, when it is difficult

admit the existence of this afternoon

which just came available,

healthy, still young, and determined even

forget fatigue, experience,

again convinced that yes,

that as of today, perhaps, all

which both have dreamed, yet,

could happen.

Buggy Frame Plans Free

Amalia Bautista, poet hitherto unknown to me, it seems capable of achieving the impossible: make the word becomes a pure feeling ... and that the feeling fully identifies with the word.

comes to the closing session of a course on poetry. Is the appointment?

FRIDAY SEPTEMBER 12, from 10 to 13 (she'll be at the beginning) GRADE IN THE HALL OF THE FACULTY OF PHILOLOGY. comentaís No perdérosla error!

I leave one of his poems:

the end, very few words

that really hurt us, and very few

getting brighten the soul.

And they are also very few people

that move our hearts, let

even those that move a long time.

After are very few things

that really matter in life:

to love someone, we want

and not die after our children.

How Long Can I Drive With A Bill Of Sale In Nys?

Personality: born or made?

One of the things I question, anthropologically speaking (techniques including, for this reflection seems much more technical and professional), is the fact of seeing a person can change in a way that will finally become, at least for a period shorter or longer- another person entirely.
Yes!, Seriously, do not you ever happened to having a friend, neighbor or acquaintance who, at any given time, perhaps influenced by some kind of emotional crisis, or the result of age, or perhaps encouraged by some specific event, or merely a temporary neural, has begun to behave differently than they used to do things? And do not talk as a mere change of look (the eternal feminine tendency to cut his hair, or change the brand of lipstick in times of downturn), nor the fact of choosing a brand of unusual clothing, in front of the store always ; not even talk about the trend away from a slender sylph graceful and delicate to a compulsive eater chocolate, or become a walking chimney, smoking one cigarette after another ....
No. This is something deeper. Something that applies to the character, gestures, the way of walking, looking, talking, even breathing. By God! "Someone could ensure that he has never seen a known breathing differently!?

I have been able to verify some of these radical changes, and really raises the extent to which life is more than just a show, and all of us actors, playing the role we feel like we / should / enchants / .. .
So I had a friend who happened to dress in jeans, red plaid shirt (cloth type setting) and boots (I swear!) to buy shoes whose price now exceeds by far the value of all your old wardrobe. And I say sandals not to mention a simple necklace or a dress that costs more than I have ever seen euro banknotes together. I've also seen cases
contrary: they were friends in high boots stilettos ending in a tip impossible, with high neck shirt, sweater over the shoulders, and all the prototypical features of cock-cock-repija .. . and now go with boots, shorts, and pile on the hair hippies.
Holaaaaaa ¿? "Does anyone explain me, please?
Not to mention those are lovers through and through and give his life for someone else ............ till it's over love, as I say. Since there do you? FOREVER romanticism, but the "duration." That's not bad, let's see ... Who said good things come in small packages sold? But ..... I do not know, call me weird ... more cool me some stability. I do not want to be a product-English Court, "if not satisfied, you can return."

The question is .... How can a person start behaving in a way completely different from what came to be his, made a claim based on one's character in "x" years of his life? Is it really possible to change his habits, manners, way of being, simply by whim, or a personal challenge?
And here comes the big question, then: a human being adjust (voluntarily or involuntarily) his way of being, is still ultimately the same, or lose its true essence in the representation of that role has proposed incarnate? Is the individual himself, or could ensure correct that, in reality, the mutation has become someone else?

And not talking about looks, only, no. "What is essential is invisible to the eye." What do you think of the fact change of character, conduct ...... even, even, objectives, values \u200b\u200bor ideals of life? I know in really extreme cases when volubility. Firsthand. Why should they?, What part of our "I" struggles to survive in that quicksand capable of swallowing our features that we thought, deeply entrenched in our being?
all change, yes, "Law of Life," "constantly renew or die" ... ok, ok, ok ... but ............ PERSISTENT Is there something against all odds, something immutable, something firm, stable, faithful to ourselves?
Is there something forever, or we are nothing but ephemeral beings with a short life, a ephemeral consciousness and values, character and fickle and fleeting emotions?
The opinions change, the project of life and personal aspirations, the humor, intelligence (síiiiii, I knew things that I can not remember!) Affects .........
what we?, Why hold on?

......... and now comes the moment you look a little navel (tanned after the summer, in some cases), to ask the question seriously, the most personal, the most direct ... which one makes to himself: "What about me?, have I changed my character traits, behavior, or way of being to fit either my own mindset, or what is expected of me? "I can keep thinking that I am I, complete and authentic, despite everything?".
finding is not merely a monosyllabic answer "Yes" or "No, really, to leave it as it was ....... The question, in my way of thinking is rather wonder ... WHY I have to live such radical changes, perhaps as extreme?
ruled out a possible bipolarity. No, the test sites are not really reliable, girls ... If so, I would have to take years of therapy, fighting my cyber-diagnosed-personality-limit ("borderline personality" ... I say no wheat!).
ruled out to be mere sheep we get carried away by the herd (and that rule out that option is too big a concession for certain people, but hey, we're benevolent) ... Why
changed so radically?, "Attempts to please more, to be conformed to our skin, to believe we can be something similar to what our imagination paints it as desirable?
Or maybe it's just a subconscious appeal to make ourselves worthy of attention and love from those who have next? As he once told me: "Love always seeks to express a thousand different ways."
But this is not history as it appears in fairy tales, that we want as we are with our neuroses, quirks and differences from others? with all the baggage we bring from childhood, instead of changing everything at a stroke to reach "adult ?"...


changed ... using the metaphor that life is a river that will lead to the sea ... might say, as I told ya Parmenides? That everyone is at every moment, a little different, constantly changing ... like water from a river, constantly flowing (a man never bathe twice in the same river, said the philosopher.) Perhaps
us, while, we are always different people ... although, like rivers, preserve the name and history of its evolution, its geographical marks (skin-deep ),... their paths and tributaries new for those who will pursue other avenues to reach the final destination ...
Who knows. In any case, I write to reflect final opinions, nor to provide the solution to the problem ... I just wanted to reflect, and throw the question to air, what, what kind of non-know-what, emotional lift, earthquake, shakes us inside, to make us change his personality, at times, as we do ( I speak for me, at least ... though, of course, I already know I am "borderline" .. I have a psycho-net justification for the goose).

However, if you have any answers to my questions, comment, contribution o. ...... Whatever, go! write to me ... if not, take your pulse from time to time this year because with the start of the course is given by those who collect thimbles or brochures to learn English, but others, however, begin to make plans on the type of person that want to become for the year 2008-2009.
Eye! And, as we are, happy first years.