Party Ideas For My Mum

Variations on a theme of love (3)

3. A caress. So I think and write. It was a caress. But there is a big gap between what I think and what I write, an infinite space between my intention and your perception, my hand and skin. Further away are your thoughts and feelings. I do not know if I can find for you uncertain that gesture was a touch or not, if my hand for a moment that touched your skin to convince me that you're there, flesh and bone. A caress as a bridge between the cold of the letters with you invention and you think, and the warm feel of your skin beyond all my words. A delight to convince me not to exist only here, invented with plus and minus signs arbitrary and poorly painted on the pad at the time still did not see but you were about to.

about to, like my heart and my hand were about, except I think or would like, my heart and my hand in the final minute stretch at the last second or fraction of a second longer and more frightening it can be a man and never repeats. My hand trembling on the verge of being stretched to the precarious site that occupies your arm, about to walk in fear disappears, the profile of your beautiful white skin. Your skin is no longer a shadow silhouette soothsayer, but a kind of illusion that I am afraid to break with that touch that I did not think nor wanted, but is about to happen. A point, my heart about to come up with more dreams and nightmares I would have never allowed my hand when he saw one millionth of a second faster than him, stretching to paint your uncertain and shaky at the end of the first touch of curiosity in disguise or disguise God knows what. My heart is a millionth of a second faster than your response, your reaction, now living in Einstein's nightmare all reactions, good and bad, tender and cruel, from which it could begin to write the rest of my life. My hand to point, point my heart and, above all, your face and your skin point.

Uncertainty is not hard, but enough for me to live all possible outcomes of an action that did not choose or planned, a move of my hand, my heart and your face that seems a throwback cosmic determined by the logic that governs dreams, that causality twisted where it all happens for no reason but she tries and always manages to make sense to not wake up. Imagine.

imagine that moment, if you could see with my eyes. Imagine me scared when I see my hand away and unaware of all my orders, unauthorized herald all my hopes to get a touch longer and cover it with a trivial pretext. Someday your eyes tell me seek your face to the point, perhaps expected. But I do not want the explanations later, to come to me or anyone else. I wonder what there there when your about to face, my hand almost, my heart imminent. I guess if your eyes, like mine were the hand of others coming to your arm. If your arm was there waiting for my touch way, if you noticed, if you wanted that cold and warm touch of a hand, finger trembling on the timid slip your arm. If you endured because they had no choice or if, like me, you gave a new meaning, incomprehensible.

My hand stretched nearly to get a touch in disguise, my heart just about to say I love you in silence. And your face. Your face almost smiling. Your hand on the point of going through the exact spot where the first awkward draw you knew all my strokes, our caresses. Just

that moment to be happy, but impossible to live day by the rest of life. Just a touch to it immediately and there before your eyes I wish I look without my noticing, because I have not noticed. One touch and I was about to write. I love you. After much thought, after hesitation, for accepting the desire is to accept also that there be fulfilled. I do not want it to pass. Point pen to write I love you. Your eyes are about to read that I love above the pen glides over the paper, leaving traces its ominous black. And I, for pages and pages about to write your name without daring, because the five letters that name you describe my fate is still to be written. It is time to resign and flee. Because at first simply too little to be happy, then nothing is enough.

My Hand about to get a touch. My heart about to admit I love you. Your face on the verge of a smile. Your hand about to touch an echo. My pen about to write I love you, write your name. All time confused, doubled over, curled blunt. And I before and after, but again now that he is always on what is to happen, I am about to write your name, yet I dare not. Again the sheet could be white, he was about to bring the infinite eternity in your name.

November 23, 2009

Japanese Car Spotters

CORTES

LA CONQUISTA DE AMÉRICA TRUNCA EL DESARROLLO PROPIO DE LOS PUEBLOS NATIVOS

Desde el inicio, las islas de las Antillas fueron ocupadas por los españoles. La primera isla en ser ocupada fue Guanahaní, conocida como San Salvador; luego la Española, hoy República Dominicana y Haití; luego Cuba, Puerto Rico y Jamaica.
El establecimiento hispano en esa parte de América fue clave para la ocupación del resto del continente, pues desde las islas partían las expediciones para explorar las costas de Centroamérica y Sudamérica, respectivamente.
Una vez que los españoles se establecieron totalmente en las islas antillanas, se inició la exploración discovered the new continent. Were not completely successful the first expedition to Castilla del Oro (as it was called back then to Panama) and Nueva Andalucía (now Colombia and Venezuela), led by Diego de Nicuesa and Alonso de Ojeda, respectively. However, succeeded in founding in 1510 the first English city in South America: Santa María de la Antigua del Darién (in Colombia).

THE CONQUEST OF MEXICO
Rumors about the existence of a country rich in gold began to circulate on the islands occupied by the English. Once aroused your interest, organized expeditions to the continent which left the island of Cuba.

They confirmed the existence of an empire of the Aztecs.
Hernán Cortés in 1519, left Cuba, after several weeks of travel, reached the Yucatan Peninsula and was informed of the status of the Aztec empire. Then, under the command of 400 English soldiers and with the support of the people who disagreed with Aztec domination went to Tenochtitlan, the capital of the empire, where income in the month of November.
The presence of Cortés, provided foreign elements in the eyes of the Aztecs (beard, horses, armor and guns), was interpreted by the Aztecs as Quetzalcoatl's return. This would explain the initial submission of the Aztec Emperor Moctezuma. However, it soon became clear that the English were not divine beings.
Subsequently, the atrocities committed by the conquistadors in Tenochtitlan, in the absence of Cortés, led an uprising Aztec (1520). When Cortés returned, he ordered Moctezuma to reassure his people, but the Aztecs themselves killed their emperor. Faced with such critical situation, Cortés had to retire. It is said that during the withdrawal killed half of the conquerors, made by which Cortés wept bitterly. In this episode of the conquest of Mexico is known as "La noche triste."
However, the English succeeded reorganized, and after long struggles, took Tenochtitlan (1521). The subsequent execution of the last Aztec emperor, Cuauhtémoc, in 1525, marked the end of the Aztec empire.

ACTIVITIES:

1. Explains
· A) Why was it important for the English placed first on the island of America.
· B) What was the interest that led the conquistadors to make his expeditions to the Americas.
° C) Why do you think Moctezuma and the Aztec people were initially subjected to the English conquistadors.
· D) Why is Montezuma was stoned to death by their own people.

2. Spot the errors and corrects each sentence:
a) The first English city that was founded in South America Lima.
b) The conqueror of Mexico was Francisco Pizarro.
c) The first English occupied the islands of North America.
d) was the last Aztec emperor Moctezuma.
e) Initially, the English called Castilla del Oro Venzuela

Netgear Dg934g Simulator

Variations on a Theme of love (2)

2. And at first there is little need to be happy. Just a moment, a little time and even necessary. It's easy to find that happiness and be a little place there in the middle, a play or drill in words or pictures. Not hard to imagine, for example, a miser guarding Seurat instantede pointillist happiness over time. Just look at the picture, read the lyrics, close your eyes and concentrate on that first time, Fausto, when you saw you saw Gretchen, that first time, Lou-Andreas, which crossed word with Rilke. Simple happiness, happiness principle, for its clarity happiness fills the world and blind as the first light of Prometheus, but therefore, carry or drag the punishment and the obligation as a lifelong companion.

needed little when one is still sunk in the abyss or the dark and asked just a sunbeam or a drop of dew for relief. When you're alone, before I knew, without knowing, but because of absence, the empty spaces, the outline of your shadow. So, at first, needless to make your name or your outline to smile in the dark; enough then wait, watch the void and assume your ability as a result. The prisoner was enough Montecristo just the illusion of being free to be. But looming just a change and the Hamlet is just nuts and shrinks increasingly.

So when I saw the first time I gave up and wanted the infinite worlds just your smile again How long is your smile, the first? Expiration date, I know, and has arrived, but did not know when. Perhaps to know your name or understanding with any degree of certainty, that I can see you smile nearly every day to fill the coming years. Your smile died when she stopped being an exception, when repeated. But the same, and although it had been your only smile that sooner or later would have become of happiness in torture, regret and death.

At first just a little to be happy. But the desire or need to know no bounds, give way quietly to the ambition. A brief moment happiness enough to have a lifetime ambition to become embittered every moment with the intuition of what is needed, with the contempt of what has or had and is no longer sufficient or enough anymore to be happy. Just a little, but then the natural ambition of happiness and desire, and will not be enough even the best of all possible worlds, or the sum of all possible worlds. No end in an expanding universe, there is no attractions and no limits. Even the eternal return is a consolation because it always takes longer and the repetition or neglect are not enough. Your smile put me on the threshold of time, before the infinite, but I have to reject it, because not enough.

A drop of water, like the rich man asked Lazarus is no consolation in the flames of hell. Any happiness is the great principle, but in an instant is negligible. Thus, neither to see you again, or are already receiving your smile or the suggestion of a temporary joy. A brief comfort makes the most terrible torment. And my torment is not got you. Others have you and sometimes is worse than the worst of my words. The first time your skin touched mine in a kiss near the air suggested in the casual greeting between strangers and hallways and everything else. That is no consolation, is pain. Because now I need to wait and suggested that kiss all the time, wake up, when leaving home, returning in the car, at the work, life, death, and in the brief interval between each point of composing this letter never reached you as you are now, before you know your skin called me. The outline of your shadow, your face unknown, your first smile, your name, your skin, everything is transformed before it can enjoy and perpetuate, in a perpetual longing, as the morning star announces the dawn, but does not dispel darkness.

I love you. So far what I write. After much thought, after more hesitation. I love you and that is not enough to be happy, very little. I love you and it hurts, because to speak, to write, I must also accept that my desire was never really fulfill my dear, I do not want to fulfill my desire. I want you away forever and always close, but never have you all. Love is the curse swear eternal search for happiness every day and give it every moment. Willful blindness of your skin, your face and your smile, I want to have you all and infinite desire as the storm itself endless possibilities and you are not, you define the absence and presence, potency and act. I love you, and that means that not even the sum of all moments Yours, seen and lost, the possible and impossible, past and future, will be enough to make me happy. In your smile I give up happiness for ever closer, each moment, without ever. Eternal distance division.

At first it is easy to be happy. But that principle is also the trap of anxiety, resignation, death into life. There is an infinite search of your smile, I can not summarize or your name, that now seems empty, inadequate. And so, lift the pen, though I admit that I love you I dare not write your name, because you are my happiness and therefore, the pain does not end.

-Und alles war neben dir geschrieben-

November 17, 2009

Rc Helicopter Buy Pune Store

Variations on a Theme of Love (1)

1. Levanto pen, write. I write to raise my pen and well earned time, the brief moment between letter and word, to think about your name and wonder if that word is enough to create you or adjure. If anything just the word that you named, with few lyrics and simple palindrome to enclose all eternities imaginary moments and wake up to agree with me. Levanto

pen and write the next moment they do not yet know whether this, your name that escapes the paper, in my memory enough to give eternal life to the ephemeral names I made you up and helps me think of you when you still watching from afar. Your name is yours and may not vibrate at the same tone and timbre of the voice in my dream you had before exchanged a word with my body.

Your name is yours, I think before and as I write fantasy, however, is all mine. So can your name be the fantasy image of you were before? I invented a character image and a shadow is not your life. I loved you in my dreams, but I wanted more in the flesh in order to have you. I do not know if my dream still shapes your body, or you otherwise pint when I look full of joy. Existed prior to me, but at some so my dreams I created new, and still shines on you the sprite of the unattainable.

With your name say who you are, but what you could be, and what make you my ambitions. Say your name so I'm after you, you, what I will end without you. Your name then, not yours, nor me. Levanto

pen, write. A moment for not writing enough. In deciding to keep the letters in your name until you rewrite your future and my past life to conjure in an instant all possibility: what it is and not what may be, it will not be.

not I take the pen and write. This was or might be a blank page, now is the desire to enclose the eternity in the letters that you name and describe my fate, I wanted to write letters to lift the pen and were multiplying without ever forming the word as I write. Is it impossible.

Blueprint Of Remote Buggy

CONQUEST OF AMERICA

Does Anybody Buy Costume Jewellry

Charlemagne Charlemagne and the Carolingian Empire

Son of Pepin the Short, and Bertrada of Laon, who raised him as fervent Christian, ruled after the death his father, Pepin the Short, in 768, along with his brother Carloman the kingdom of the Franks. However, years after the latter died and Charles inherited the entire kingdom. The new Frankish king Charlemagne was called, meaning "Charles the Great." On reaching the throne, Charlemagne was proposed to restore the political unity of the Western Roman Empire and strengthen Christianity in Europe. To that end, began the conquest of neighboring territories, submitted to the Saxons (772-804), who lived in northern Germany. At the same time, killed the Avars, the people of Mongolian origin, which threatened the area of \u200b\u200bBavaria (Germany). Also underwent the Lombards, Germanic people, who inhabited the north of Italy, from the year 568, in a place that Pope Adrian I longed to recover, and to that end enlisted the help of Charlemagne, who was crowned after defeating them, as king of the Lombards. He held

near the Pyrenees, a border territory, which he called the English March, but failed to cross the Pyrenees to occupy Muslim Spain. The relationship with the Byzantine Empire (Eastern Roam) was discord, until the Byzantine Emperor Michael I Rangabé signed a treaty which recognized in the year 812 Charlemagne emperor of the Western Roman Empire. Established an alliance with Pope Leo III who had consecrated emperor on Christmas Day, in 800, and the city of Aachen (in modern Germany), the capital of the empire, which divided for better management in counties or provinces, which was developed agriculture. At their head was a count, with civil and military power. The border provinces dialed, guarding the empire from invaders and were ruled by the Marquis. These and the counts were monitored by missi dominici, formed by a layman and a priest, who on his visits to the provinces kept watch over the compliance of the orders of the emperor. Charlemagne ruled his empire from an absolute (ie all the power concentrated) the style of the Roman emperors. However, the freemen of the empire (bishops, dukes and earls) met twice a year at a meeting to pass a law called Chapter prepared by Charlemagne.

Other officials were the chancellor, who was in charge of civil and ecclesiastical matters, and the chamberlain, who was the emperor's domestic affairs. The society was organized according to the role that each group met, so for example, the clergy was made up by those responsible for liturgical work, the warriors were composed by the men in charge of defense and conquest new land and the people estaab composed of men and women engaged in farming and livestock, mainly, which constituted the final step, and yet, thanks to his efforts managed to survive not only themselves but the rest of the class , considered privileged. Concerned about the low level of education, although he was practically illiterate, Charlemagne founded schools for the clergy and nobility, in the cathedrals, monasteries and even the palace. The latter, Platina School, led by Alcuin of York, a professor from England, was intended for future officials. The main textbook was the Bible, but also studied the Latin classics. This cultural flowering promoted by Charlemagne is known as the Carolingian Renaissance. " After Charlemagne's death, was succeeded by his son Louis, in 814, a weak monarch, nicknamed Louis the Pious and Louis the Pious, who endured internal strife with the nobility and his own succession, which vied with their children . In the external order, the empire suffered, between ninth and tenth centuries, new invasions, Normans or Vikings peoples Saracens, Hungarians and Slavs, which became extremely unsafe in the medieval world, beginning to lay the foundations of the new feudal organization with strong local authorities, by feudal lords and a land divided into small kingdoms and chiefdoms. Louis died in 840, and after several years of internal conflict, was signed the Treaty of Verdun (843) which divided the empire into three parts, formed in nascent form the foundation of what would be in the future, Germany France and Italy. Eastern France or Germany, it fell to Luis. Western France (modern France) was assigned to Carlos. The regions of the Netherlands, Alsace, Switzerland and Italy were granted a Lothario, knowing for that reason that territory, thereafter, as Lorraine.

ACTIVITIES

1. True or False:

• Charlemagne was king of the barbarian kingdoms of the Franks.
• With the signing of the Treaty of Verdun divides the Carolingian Empire into three kingdoms.
• counties had the highest authority of a priest.
• dominici The missi were composed of two priests.
• The city of Aachen is located in the modern country of France.
• Charlemagne's death came the Carolingian Renaissance.
• Pepin the Short was the father of Charlemagne.
• Ludovico Pio was the brother of Charlemagne.

2. Complete the sentences blank:

a) ................... Pope crowned Charlemagne Emperor of the Carolingian Empire.

b) The border provinces were .........................

c) The capital of the Empire Carolingian was the city of ..........................

d) The laws ............................. were elaborated Charlemagne and were approved at a assembly.

e) ....................... were barbarians of Mongolian origin, which threatened the area of \u200b\u200bBavaria.

3. Explains

a) What reasons led Charlemagne to launch a cultural reform in the empire?

b) What prompted Charlemagne to stand against the Lombards?

c) Why do they say that Luis or Louis the Pious was a weak ruler?

4. For Home:

a) illustrates the theme worked.

b) Watch the video about Charlemagne in this blog and then write a letter to a fictitious friend telling them why it is interesting to Charlemagne. (Minimum 8 lines).

Breathing Through Mouth Dry Thoart And Nose

PEOPLE IN DESERT: The Paracas culture

GEOGRAPHY AND ORIGINS
Paracas culture developed between Chincha (Ica) and Yauca (Arequipa). Although the main evidence of this culture are located in the Peninsula Paracas, it is likely that the Paracas people have lived in other valleys of Ica, and Pisco. The area was developed this culture is characterized by arid desert, with strong winds called "Paracas".

The origin of this culture is so far unknown, but with the help of numerous studies, it is believed that arose in the year 700 BC C. and ended in the year 200 AD C. STAGES


The Paracas culture was discovered in 1915 by Peruvian archaeologist Julio C. Tello. It was he who gave the name of Paracas culture and divided into two stages: Caves and Necropolis.
The most characteristic of each stage is the way to their graves, as well as the tombs in Paracas Caverns were inverted cup-shaped bottom of which is deposited the bodies wrapped in funeral shrouds, tombs in Paracas Necropolis will be rectangular and will find in rows where the bales were placed.

Paracas Caverns Tomb

SOCIETY Little is known about their political organization. However, from the study of mummies and funerary bundles seems that the people of Paracas was warrior.
People se agrupaba en aldeas y estuvieron divididos en clases sociales.

ECONOMÍA
La gente de Paracas logró vencer las duras condiciones del desierto donde se desarrolló. Para ello excavaron grandes profundidades hasta alcanzar la napa freática, región del subsuelo que se caracteriza por ser húmeda y que permite el paso de agua subterránea. A la napa freática le añadieron restos orgánicos, como espinazo de pescado, cuerpos en descomposición, etc. con el fin de nutrir ese suelo. A esta técnica se le conoce como macas o wachaques.
Cultivaron frijoles, algodón, calabaza, pallares, entre otros productos. Pero la actividad económica más importante fishing they did was obviously due to its proximity to the sea. ARCHITECTURE


The houses were simple, rectangular and multi-type, built with stones taken from the nearby hills. To guard against high winds many houses were underground. RELIGION


Like Chavín were polytheistic, that is worshiped many gods. It was zoomorphic and anthropomorphic creatures, figures of snakes and cats.






MEDICINE Reached a remarkable development. They were great surgeons carried out operations to the skull called "trepanation skull." These operations seek to heal those who had head injuries fighting products with other peoples as well as suffering from headaches and that they thought was trying to espírritus malignant.
As anesthesia used coca, also used cotton, obsidian knives. Thread and needle (made from the spine of the fish).



CERAMIC pottery clay was worked on and had two purposes: religious and domestic. There differences between the ceramics of the period Caverns with Necropolis period.
In Caverns was globular with loop bridge. Was polychrome, is used several colors like red, yellow, green and black. used the technique of incision.







In Necropolis was also characterized by globular, but more simple. Overlook the polychrome paint their pots of white on black, style known as "negative."






Textiles
The Paracas are world famous for their beautiful coats, considered the most beautiful produced in our country.
The robes were made from alpaca wool and cotton and were embroidered with fine threads of different colors. Have anthropomorphic figures, birds, fish, among others. Also created, loincloths, shirts, turbans and skirts.

ACTIVITIES:

1. Located on the map of Peru to the Paracas culture. then develops a time line indicating the date of start and end. (Level 3 cm = 200 years)

2. Explains
a) Why the Paracas built underground homes?

b) What is the difference between Paracas Caverns and Necropolis?

c) Why is believed that the population was paracas warrior?

d) How did the Paracas imposed to grow in a desert environment?

e) Why do you say that the pottery of the period Necropolis was "negative"?

3. Write True or False:

a) parachutes are developed on the north coast.

b) The men of this culture is devoted exclusively to agriculture.

c) The discoverer of this culture was the same as that discovered Chavín.

d) The Paracas lived in a desert area.

e) men in this culture had a poor development in the field of medicine.

f) Their coats are represented with figures of anthropomorphic and zoomorphic.

g) During the cave tombs seem Drinking reversed.

h) The Paracas culture spread south to Tacna.

3. Find and describe: What was the practice of cranial trepanation? Illustrated.

4. Make a Paracas textile. Utilza fabric of a sack of flour. The size should be 20cm long x 15 cm wide. Uiliza tempera and creativity. Paste it into a sheet of paper A4.

Can I Bleach North Face Jacket

Plato, Shakespeare, Wittgenstein

say crazy finish to go up to his neck in books. And here I remember back to Cortázar, continues the tribute, and its story of a teacher who recommended that you read both banned, not to hurt. But you are lucky, and teachers to say not read enough, so do not be ignorant that Tapia fascism the quixotic journey into madness that occurs in my future.

And is that a suspect begins to lose his mind when he finds relationships between Plato, Shakespeare and Wittgenstein, when he realizes they share a worldview opposed to modern scientism. A more tragic and beautiful that we are taught to ignore or reject as much as possible: Plato divided the world into two parts, the world of ideas corresponds to the truth, but not the reality, and the world of appearances, which is true but not true. It is then that reality is synonymous with appearance, antonym of truth and that every day, all our actions are equivalent to tumbling in the dark or twilight, looking for a better world that only the grace and light of the supernatural can approach. Hence, it is very difficult to make the jump to Macbeth, in which soliloquy of Act V, invites us to think about the world:

It is a tale

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury

signifying nothing

Everything on earth, all we see and we determined in this world is false, a reflection or pale shadow of the truth. A light does not come in the shade and we must tear the body, which is the most real and, therefore, more apparent in our being. Quitting the body and senses that are princes of the lie, the source of sound and fury, obstacles to the truth. Fully overturn the spirit, reason and art.

Then comes Wittgenstein, to say that the ideas of Plato and Shakepseare, and even Witt's own ideas are expressed in a language that is the product of the flesh and the senses, which is part of reality and the same, apparent false. That is, think of this world as a nonsensical story told by an idiot is to offer only a pale reflection, a diffuse set of true pathos of life. The language is appearance and that means so are what we call art and reason.

Our world is a half and that's a tragedy. The world is tragic in Plato's speech, because we are stuck in a cave, blindfolded and without a conscience to know that there is light outside. The world is tragic for Shakespeare as we are caught between heaven and earth, between virtue and fall, furious debate between the sound and fury, meaningless. The world is tragic for Wittgenstein because nothing can say it's worth being said, the words are something like babbling lunatics, with millions of voices monologue where everyone wants to say something and they're all as if they understood.

This idea of \u200b\u200bhumanity as a sort of schizophrenic unable to see differences fascinate me. And that's where a suspect not only , that's where you know starting to lose my mind, it is necessary to accept that all these words are appearance of reason and sense, but are essentially incoherent babble shouting and swearing. But to call them is just a vague idea of \u200b\u200bits true absurdity. So why write, read, love, fornication, mourn, live?

Because then, that we know the world, this apparent nonsense, this without explanation, this tragic world, is only one judge concept here is dark and loop back to the absurd. It would be possible to venture an opinion on this side and trust him, if we were on that side. Only the truth shows what looks pale, but in truth we know nothing and nothing we can say, choose life or death does not matter because the action is not justified, a new cry is just furious, another stumbling block in the cave. In that, we all agree: Plato, Hamlet, Wittgenstein and to me.

And we agree also that this sense of tragedy does not rob us or one ounce of pleasure and taste because then, at the appearance of desire, in the shadow of the ideal, nothing matters, neither this world nor the other. In the words of Richard Gloucester:

And yet to win her, all the world to nothing!

Plato, Shakespeare and Wittgenstein, covering entire intellectual history of mankind agnostic. Curious that despite the millennia and progress, "modernity" has brought us to ignore the tragedy and the future. Now the truth is this world, right now is synonymous with reality. World is a poorer, the same story told by an idiot more discreet, less outrageous, crazy catatonic. I prefer the sound and fury, I prefer that my head and shouted bite and roll in the dust . " At least it's more fun.

September 23, 2009

14:51 Hrs.

Tiffany Granath Vintage

Barcelona tattoo Mantras "in mind" Mantras second

Many people have written me to ask me to comment on the mantras. Some time ago I wrote this blog with the intention of bringing together the best lessons he considered essential to have a basic understanding about what is Buddhism.


Many people do not understand the true essence of the meaning of the mantras and seeks to trivialize tattoos. "Symbol of ostentation? Fad? If you look, the lamas are not any mantra tattooed on the body, for one simple reason;


'The impermanence. "


The body will be abandoned, and everything we in the equally left behind. But the only thing that will survive all this behind us is one thing:


'The experience'.


So I strongly recommend that you tatuéis mantras in your mind, the only way to record it in your mental continuum and serve you ara future lives.


what way?


Very simple, repeating these mantras over and over again, combining the mantra of love and compassion with a peaceful attitude, for example.


Then each time you repeat 'Om Mani Padme Hum, "automatically your mind becomes peaceful and know that you've already got the mantra tattooed on your mind, until that happens, keep repeating it over and over again. Look
lamas are doing when they retire to meditate, repeat and repeat mantras over and over again, because they want that associated with the mental attitude based mantra repetitions to become part of his character.


This is my main recommendation on how to tattoo their mantras.


If after this and still say, you want tatuaros mantras in leather as a symbol of ... not, then go to this link and find the spelling of the main mantras and their meanings:


http://budhismotibetano.blogspot.com/2008/05/mantras-para-tatuar.html
http: / / budhismotibetano.blogspot.com/2008/10/algunos-mantras.html

also
I'll put some videos of recitation of mantras for you to know as pronounced.
As for the translation of the mantras:


The mantra is a word or group of words without a specific semantic content. A mantra is a set of syllables in Sanskrit (the sacred language of Hinduism and Tantric Buddhism), recited a number of times to get an achievement that can be mundane (get something, achieve a skill) or transcendent (the crowning achievement , which in Tibetan Buddhism enlightenment is not only rational but the true nature of mind).

can also be defined as a sound or combination of words which by their construction, meaning and rhythm, has the ability to concentrate mind, elevandola.La word is sound. Sound is vibration. Vibration is energy. According to Hinduism, mantra Om is the primordial sound of the universe, the origin and beginning of all mantras.

In Hindu tradition, the primary function of the mantras is to liberate the mind from the conditioning material and raising awareness to a higher plane or spiritual Tibetan Buddhism, each mantra is considered the sound for some aspect of lighting and is recited to identify with that aspect of mind iluminada.Por example, the familiar hum om mani padme corresponds to compassion. It translates: Oh, the jewel in the lotus, being originally the famous mantra om symbol sound for the Brahman, but this mantra became part of a famous Buddhist phrase.

Mandalas are schematic diagrams or symbolic representations of the macrocosm and microcosm, used in Buddhism and Hinduism. Structurally, the sacred space (the center of the universe and medium concentration), is usually represented as a circle inscribed in a quadrilateral. In practice, the Hindu yantra are linear, while the Buddhist mandalas are quite figurative. From the cardinal axes are usually sectorizar party or internal regions of the circle mandala.

-Mantra of Love and Compassion "Om mani padme hum.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RJX0S3m1om0

-Mantra of Medicine Buddha Healing for health problems:

TA TA YA MAHA OM BEKANDZE BEKANDZE BEKANDZE SOHA SAMUDGATE RANDZA BEKANDZE

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zBrwore-gvg

Greetings.

Tibetan Buddhism

Is There Free Std Checks In London?

Many people have written me to ask me to comment on the mantras. Some time ago I wrote this blog with the intention of bringing together the best lessons he considered essential to have a basic understanding about what is Buddhism.

Many people do not understand the true essence of the meaning of the mantras and seeks to trivialize tattoos. "Symbol of ostentation? Fad? If you look, the lamas are not any mantra tattooed on the body, for one simple reason;

'The impermanence. "

The body will be abandoned and everything we in the equally left behind. But the only thing that will survive all this behind us is one thing:

'The experience'.

So I strongly recommend that you tatuéis mantras in your mind, the only way to record it in your mental continuum and serve you ara future lives.

what way?

Very simple, repeating these mantras over and over again, combining the mantra of love and compassion with a peaceful attitude, for example.

Then each time you repeat 'Om Mani Padme Hum, "automatically your mind becomes peaceful and know that you've already got the mantra tattooed on your mind, until that happens, keep repeating it over and over again.

See what lamas do when they retire to meditate, repeat and repeat mantras over and over again because they want that associated with the mental attitude based mantra repetitions to become part of character.

This is my main recommendation on how to tattoo their mantras.

If after this and still say, you want tatuaros mantras in leather as a symbol of ... not, then go to this link and find the main lso spelling of mantras and their meanings:

http://budhismotibetano.blogspot.com/2008/05/mantras- para-tatuar.html

http://budhismotibetano.blogspot.com/2008/10/algunos-mantras.html

I also put some mantra recitation videos for you to know how they are pronounced.

As for the translation of the mantras:

The mantra is a word or group of words without a specific semantic content. A mantra is a set of syllables in Sanskrit (the sacred language of Hinduism and Tantric Buddhism), recited a number of times to get an achievement that can be mundane (get something, achieve a skill) or transcendent (the crowning achievement , which in Tibetan Buddhism enlightenment is not only rational but the true nature of mind). Also be defined as a sound or combination of words which by their construction, meaning and rhythm, has the ability to concentrate the mind, uplifting.

The word is sound. Sound is vibration. Vibration is energy. According to Hinduism, mantra Om is the primordial sound of the universe, the origin and beginning of all mantras.

In Hindu tradition, the primary function of the mantras is to liberate the mind from the conditioning material and raising the consciousness to a higher or spiritual level
In Tibetan Buddhism, each mantra is considered the sound for some aspect of lighting and is recited to identify with that aspect of the enlightened mind.

For example, the famous om mani padme hum corresponds to compassion. It translates: Oh, the jewel in the lotus, being originally the famous mantra om sound symbol for the Brahman, but this mantra became part of a famous Buddhist phrase.

Mandalas are schematic diagrams or symbolic representations of the macrocosm and microcosm, used in Buddhism and Hinduism. Structurally, the sacred space (the center of the universe and medium concentration), is usually represented as a circle inscribed in a quadrilateral. In practice, the Hindu yantra are linear, while the Buddhist mandalas are quite figurative. From the cardinal axes sectorizar usually parts or regions inside the circle, mandala.

here mantra of "Love and Compassion" Om mani padme hum.

Tibetan Buddhism

Bmi Female Statistics

EXPANSION THE SOCIAL ORGANIZATION

THE FACING THE INCAS CHANCAS
The place of origin of the bellicose and unruly people of the chancas pacarina identified as his place of origin or the lagoon Choclococha in Castrovirreyna (Huancavelica). Like the Incas, chancas ayllus organized in several groups of families divided into two halves or half hanan hurin or above and half below.
At the time of war, both chancas Incas as they were about to expand on other lands and peoples.
chancas armies went to Cuzco and requested the surrender of the Incas. Ruled at the time the Tahuantinsuyo Huiracocha, who along with his correinante Urco and the rest of his men decided to surrender and fled into a nearby hill. Only a group of nobles led by the young Cusi Yupanqui, resisted. Many curacas neighbors refused to assist it in the beginning.
The myth says that the victory promised to Cusi Yupanqui, in dreams, the god Viracocha came shortly after thanks to the wing helps curaca Curi Coca Chanan and the pururauca, stones that became soldiers to help them.
The victory allowed the Incas to have a substantial war booty. This enabled the start of the Inca expansion, as was used for the practice of reciprocity.
Later, after a series of clashes between themselves Cuzco, Cusi Yupanqui became the new Inca and changed its nombre por el de Pachacútec.

PACHACÚTEC, EL GRAN ORGANIZADOR
Fue con Pachacútec que se aceleró el proceso de expansión que permitió el paso de curacazgo a imperio.
Una de sus primeras inquietudes, luego de la victoria sobre los chancas, fue la reconstrucción del Cuzco.
En 1468, cuando Pachacútec tenía más de 60 años, nombró como heredero y sucesor a Amaru Yupanqui, un joven prudente y amable, quien no pudo sofocar los constantes alzamientos ocurridos en la zona del Collao. Fue necesario elegir a otro correinante, Túpac Yupanqui, mientras que Amaru Yupanqui pasó a desempeñar otras funciones vinculadas a la religión inca.

Inca Roads Today the lines of communication with which our country and the world are varied. There are land routes, water and air. But in time of the Incas only had land and water routes. The Incas were found to be excellent engineers in the construction of roads, which did little for the free transit of people or traders, but mainly to facilitate quick and convenient transport of military troops every time they went to conquer or defend the rule of one attack from another village. Roads also served to facilitate traffic load flames and human porters carrying agricultural products produced by the forced laborers from one place to another. The road network is called Inca Qhapaq Nan and had already been initiated by other people like the Huaris and Chimu. This road network covering approximately 30 thousand to 50 thousand km. helped to consolidate the territorial expansion and imperial organization.
is said that when the English arrived in our country were amazed at the building and admire the beauty of the Inca roads.
also be noted that as roads were built throughout the empire, suspension bridges were built which were fiber made from straw and hemp. Among the most famous bridges are the Apurimac and the Pampas, in the department of Cusco.

The Drums
In every city there Tambo Inca, or large facilities that were used to store foodstuffs coming from the land of the Sun and the Inca and were also used to accommodate pedestrians who met an official mission, for example military, messengers, priests. the farms were built, maintained and serviced by mitayos from ayllus near them.

The
Chasquis The messengers were the messengers of Tahuantinsuyo charge to take official communications, objects, quipus and food from one place to another empire. This mission had to comply as quickly and traveled long distances used the relay system, so for example if you had to travel a distance of 8 km, a chasqui walked about 2 km and then was replaced and so on to destination. It is known that messengers were men 18 to 25 years of age, specially trained in the sprint. Insignia worn as a plume of feathers and a pututo or snail horn announcing his arrival.

Mount And Blade Troop Run Of Your Party

Country

is easy to forget how many things out there when one is installed security of working hours, salary each fortnight and routine. Why does it suddenly escape that reality, it might be better to say, unreal, and return to school. There is one with the wonderful and unexpected, there are born thinking that enrich the spirit.

So I spent a few hours ago, while doing an endless line to get three copies of the agenda for any subject. I was in the second section of the library, which concentrates most of the literature. Of course there are guards to prevent theft of books that happen anyway. And one, as a good cultural stuck, imagine that there is no work and be vigilant unionized library Arts. Have at hand for eight hours a day, the entire world literature in all languages, in the best critical editions. And also pay him one for being there "watching"! That is, sitting in his place and wasting time. As Borges would have enough time to read all the encyclopedias and there would be concern about money. Even the most barbarian might come out a sage to Voltaire!

But then you look at the guard who, with the same care and caution you would when browsing the first Bible printed by Gutenberg, review a catalog Lumen stationery, oblivious to all the cultural and aesthetic gesture of humanity. I can not help but think of Socrates, that one does not choose evil, but only out of ignorance. But who gets to judge?

Action Replay Nds Generator

Library

a couple of months ago, before the holidays, I promised I'd write a little tribute to the great Cronopio, for his unpublished book and everything. What I never imagined is that in July I first invented in the last round, as you can attest to all my friends that I know half obsessed with reading Wittgenstein. Curious in that same set of images and words, Cortázar also answered the question most often made at the humble author of these lines: what is yonosevivir? I leave the image as a preliminary-word that he loved to July-the future post that will replace all this, and an invitation to read the Last Round. Besides a couple of pictures of the tomb of Cronopio, his name next to Carol Dunlop. There, at the gravestone, with its green and solitary animal, written in two names with their dates, I found the best definition of love, or quotations from Wittgenstein, or Marcuse or the bitch that bore us all. That is what yonosevivir, that one does not become cronopio, though I try, if half famous, half hope.

What Kind Of Earphones For Nintendo

TAHUANTINSUYO OF INCAS CULTURE

FRIENDS HERE IS THE SECOND YEAR WORK FOR REASONS I do not understand did not appear before:

The Inca Empire was a class society, ie people were divided according to their position. Tahuantinsuyo
existed in the following classes: Class Leader (made by royalty and nobility) and the dominated class (consisting of the People). ROYALTY


consisted of the Inca, the Coya and their children.

The Inca
He was on the cusp of Tahuantinsuyo. It was also called zapainca, single word meaning king.
His person was worthy of worship. For example, was born in litter throughout the empire together with a large number of servers, each time someone requested an audience with him, had to do with his head down, with a stone on his back in an attitude of reverence. Even when people learned that the Inca was approaching your area, ran to the foot of the hills and made the ritual of mocha, ie plucked eyebrows are a sign of reverence.

to the official list of all the Incas who ruled the Tahuantinsuyo was called "Capac Cuna", and was divided into two dynasties: Hurin Cusco (in Cusco) and Hanan Cuzco (High Cusco). It is believed that the Incas Hanan belonged to the group were important for all military and economic, while the Incas Hurin group devoted solely to the priestly activities. Here we see that dualism was also applied to the government to have two ruling Incas.

The Coya
was the lawful wife and sister "of the Inca ruler. It is important to note that the term "sister (o)" was used in prehispanic Peru to refer to all members of an ayllu, which was a non-nuclear extended family, they were the same age. English chroniclers misunderstood what was seen as the Coya as sister Inca direct. It was believed that she was the daughter of the Moon and representative of all women.

The Sons of Inca
received different names, so for example:
a) Pihuichuri: such was the legitimate children of the Inca.
b) Auqui: he was the heir to the throne. It had to be legitimate son of the Coya Inca and have great skills.
c) Ñusta: She was the daughter of the Inca that the marriage was called palla. NOBILITY


The Cuzco nobility lived in Panaca or ayllus organized real. Its members were bound together by ties of kinship, and their parents were the Incas both the deceased and those who were in power. There were three classes of nobles:

Blood Nobles, were the closest relatives of the Inca ruler. They lived in real ayllus panacas or were entitled to land, property and yanaconas. They wore heavy earrings as a badge, which made his ears grow longer than normal, hence the English were given the name "apricot."
Abvenedizos Nobles, were the chiefs and leaders of nations that were conquered and subjugated by the Incas.
Privilege Nobles, were people who had become in noble will of the Inca, as a reward due to a heroic action or because the conquered regions curacas.

male nobles enjoyed a number of privileges and occupied important administrative positions. Therefore, from a young age should undergo a training period in the yachayhuasi or house of learning, under the guidance of a teacher called amautas. The education of noble ceremony concluded with the Huarache after which the young nobles, were considered adults.

THE PEOPLE
consisted of:

Jatunrunas, and was designated the common man and current living in ayllus Tahuantinsuyo. It is engaged mainly in agriculture and handicrafts.

acllas, women of all ages were selected based on their abilities to perform special services. They were detained in houses acllahuasis or chosen. They were prepared for spinning, weaving, preparing chicha and food specialties. Some acllas came from the nobility but the vast majority coming from the people. Acllas were classified as: acllas del Sol, who came from the nobility and were responsible for developing chicha and food for special occasions. Acllas of State, responsible for weaving State clothing. They were chosen by the Inca as wives to the chiefs of other peoples. The tachy acllas or female singers.

The Mitimaes, were people who by order of the Inca left their home to be moved to a new territory that has just been conquered, to lead the Quechua culture or care for the empire's borders Tahuantinsuyo. However, some mitimaes had left their home as punishment for having stirred up the Inca. The

Yanaconas were the servants of the nobles, in other words the yanaconas were servitude people who had lost all their rights.

The Piñas, men were subject to the condition of slaves. It is believed that the Inca cultivated coca.

ACTIVITIES:

1. Explains
a) Why do you say that the Inca was considered divine?
b) Was it really the sister of Coya Inca?
c) What difference existed among the Incas of Hanan and Hurin?
d) What is the difference between ayllu and panaca?

2. Make a box scheme on groups social that made the people in the Tahuantinsuyo. Consider: name and role (s).

3. Replies:
. If you were a jatunruna your main function would .......................................... ................
. If you were the crown prince would have to have .......................................... ............
. If you were a mitimae your function would ........................................... ..................................
. If you were a (a) pineapple would have to ......................................... ...........................................
. If you were a noble man would study at a place called ........................................ ...

4. True or false:
. Hanan the Incas were responsible for performing religious functions.
. The Coya was considered a daughter of the moon.
. The servants were yanaconas acllas.
. Acllas were locked in a place called yachayhuasi.
. The Capac Cuna was the official list of the Inca rulers.

Alpine Type R 10 2 Ohm Wiring Diagram

Cortázar called Red Clay rules! Silence

The friendly reader who from time to time appears in these desert places full of letters, he knows that is not the style of this humble blogger to create entries from a bad image because photographer and believes that it is all a thing of the devil. Today we must make an exception because it is a day of long tablecloths that the humble author would like to recommend an excellent magazine that had time to go looking and eager to read: Red Clay, whose latest issue finally arrived today in my hands.

got the magazine courtesy of María Vázquez, the very chief of the whole operation, who is also author of several books, an excellent photographer and editor, I believe that with a masters and everything. For you, Mary, all my gratitude for having uncovered the bottle into the sea for some time.

The magazine is excellent, with a visual and written content is presented with balance and elegance. The magazine is like one of those smart friends, who can speak about serious things without too much gravity and enjoy the pleasures without snobbery we all like provided they are tasteful. The concerts, policy and the window to the world of photography. Red Clay is the person whose absence is always felt on the coffee table, which always has something to say, but never talk the talk. It's that friend that you're proud because it won support from the FONCA pulse.

Red Clay is available in Zacatecas, but also in libraries and the FES Conaculta Acatlán, UNAM. Moreover, one can subscribe by calling - (+52) (492) 899 0890 - or by writing to arcillaroja@gmail.com

I like Red Clay. And open a new magazine has always been a pleasant ritual. Knowing that there are many letters waiting and images of so many latitudes and trends. It is a window into chaos or diversity, as in the stationary odor ink and new paper that comes from a magazine is something special, almost a vice. So I read the editorial on the front page and then I met my paredros in the index, announced in transforntera section, page 32. My paredros says something about a film of Jim Carrey, 23, but do not know.

Full text and readable of the Valley of Screams can read here. The truth is that hard to believe, that you smile with some disbelief, with some fear. The truth is my paredros looks at Mary, as if seeing an apparition on canvas Luois David Gaspar, my paredros smiles and hugs, and aims to make you feel a sense of reality or certainty. But my paredros had a difficult morning, a body concerned at the university, in the streets and sidewalks in a month will be the setting for all his days, overwhelmed him a sentence well above corrupt and also carries a sleepless night. So do not touch or smile, or silence are enough to convince him that things are happening. My paredros think, to get out and about in the car, which was perhaps a bit terse and unfriendly, and hopes that Mary did not take it too seriously, and are some meetings, so are some mornings where good, the best news are somewhat marred by the unpleasant reality. Sorry, as an echo, so feel my paredros. But we promise, Maga, which will soon be celebrating.

And of course, my paredros is a kind of little patience, those who commit outrages and occasional lack of sensitivity for pure emotion or expectation. Are legendary gaffes in their professional examination, with more than one girlfriend or love interest, with all your friends. My paredros knows nothing of self-censorship. And for that, which was immediately made to turn to Page 32, as a child that rushes on the jar biscuits, which runs after gifts for Christmas, which celebrates its birthday with secret greed. But we are all well and have some of my paredros so who can blame him?

My paredros, and I at his side, slowly devour the lyrics, we recognize that dedication old, years ago, we looked at each other and would like to tell "See? comply!" but perhaps have to fight again Street and neither wins we have. A show just stupid enough in life. So silent and still excited about reading, my paredros seems to want to throw the house out the window and also follow him, rushing headlong through the hell of it. He changes the page and reveals the end we all know, recognizes letters and smiles. My paredros smiles, for months and months since I saw him smile. What style so poor, muttering that something so trivial, still, muttering, he insists. So I interrupt. The words ripped from its source and not something that can be judged, but there are short and strong words, mean more than all the ravings of my paredros.

"Keep writing," said Mary and her voice also discussed the fate and necessity. Keep writing because you can not make another thing. Why do you look for more or try to, or invent the world more to your liking, you will be satisfied.

* * *

I suppose the educated public and expert recognized my unfortunate tribute to Cortázar in this post. It's my way of saying, welcome back. Because for better or for worse, with almost five hundred rose cronopio unpublished pages of "unexpected role, courtesy of Alfaguara. And that's what I found out yesterday, makes me suspicious of the fate and future. But there will be a special post in July.

Adjectives List Of Mandarin

I dreamed

K. Those dreams that appear suddenly and for no reason always make me nostalgic. Simple dreams of peaceful coexistence, in which there are only company to have a coffee or watch a film. Two or three nights ago was K, but sometimes it's someone else, almost always the same, which escoda me in life and in dreams. We never talk. K smiled and with those determined eyes seemed to say everything you need. I simply see it also in silence. Upon awakening from dreams and I am expelled from paradise transition of peace or harmony that I've rarely found in life. I read or heard, perhaps invented, that the most difficult to share the silence. Maybe from there comes the nostalgia. To open their eyes to a world of words, a noisy world and almost all the time confused. Talk, write, read. Always messages of others; trivial messages that hide the true meaning of words. Understood to mean, living in a double uncertainty, the bane of bad grammar finished yet is the only way, the only tool that I hope can take some time to quiet reality that dream. So far, I had thought that a world in which there anything left to say would be an empty world. To wake from that dream where Karina looked me in silence and without end, where I watched and understood the reason for his silent presence, I am tempted to change his mind. Maybe the last step is silence. If we invent words to explain to the world, also invented to create lies, misunderstandings and convenient excuses to escape from the truth. On the other hand, can not lie in silence and only silence rests. The silence is peace, silence is agreement and harmony. Perhaps what the dream is trying to tell me that, that the only way of saying things and to avoid interference or language is silent anguish, the waiver language. Not a sign, gesture or touch. Maybe paradise comes to the world when it ceases the word, perhaps the demiurge is silent, unassuming, will be a sports crazy solipsita in a world without interference. Karina dreamed. We share a silence. And waking, I did not get it, or remember the night we met. I dreamed about it and woke up with this fine image, the red flower and short hair. I was sad. In a world without words, the name was not slow to erase the image and not lose face slow to stay in six letters and no echoes. In silence, words do not rise trenches between my memory and reality. Close my eyes and create your picture instead of writing his name. Perhaps, as Hamlet said it was not a prediction or a metaphor for death, but the only desire we all share. The rest is silence.

Scooter Metal Wheels'

Not a chance. (Milena)

- And if you remember all this, the punishment has not to be so terrible.

William Faulkner

And it seems that not even in my dreams I can find you. Your wish that I imagine or guess, the desire to lose and erase you from my world, is materialized or dematerialized little by little in reality that do not show up for almost two years in memory, where every day you are more blurred and like something I invented, a sculpture consisting of countless sketches, all imperfect, invisible. Every day more perfect, but also more distant. So much so that even scares me get you in the words where I could catch you while you, in words that perhaps they would know to return your image, but perhaps not. And I'd rather live with the uncertainty of losing even hope to bring you back from a couple of lines, or thousands, waiting in notebooks that I will never open.

Or I thought that it would not open. But do not count as a notebook when I just look for a file on the computer to explain to someone important what I think love means. And the file, which returns me your name but not your face, my descriptions but no past life, opens a new path in my life, a chance to get there to where I pointed out all the time and perhaps now, for your echo scope to finally arrive. I returned a letter your name, but nothing else, it makes me face to face with my loneliness and the feeling of being cursed and beaten, chased by the ghost of you that has no face, but I start any new principle, who has stolen my love and future with the same ease with which you stole from me years ago today. I still have the past and I'm thinking while I write a sad letter, asking if your curse is something that I imagined, if any body know tear it and the heart. The answer is not encouraging, nor is it expected, but the effect is the same. No way out of the labyrinth that describes your name, where I lost future and present, where I will spend time bouncing against the walls until you reach the final. Your echo is cruel and separates me from everything, but it is also ironic, because it reaches the attention of an editor who could well start building a future based on everything I've stolen, in exchange for all you gave me.

Am I selling you? I wonder when you press "send" to the new face of yours that has no figures and I've built with letters go far, half way between your country and mine. And if you sell your soul and mine or not, I do not care, because gradually forget you even remember you. Forgot your face, your gestures, your scent, but I remember your name and a bunch of words that no longer serve as a bridge between me today and our past. I'll be selling you, now I know, but what if you're not here to reproach, if you're not here to find out even that I have sold and now-that long now that is writing-everyone will know you as much as I knew, I find out that now, hopefully, a myriad of eyes made of words you will travel and will be the biggest nightmare we had together. Eye shadow, phantasms in the room, pointing out, chasing, moving away from each other. All the more reason to close the eyes to go through life blind from time to time, determined by something that is no longer creating ghosts and shadows I feared and prophesied that terrified us then that we were hiding from them closing their eyes in a hotel room in the dark, without light or shadows.

also as a prophecy or coincidence, dream to remember before I wake up the world's most inspiring message, the message to me one step closer to sell, and soon I'll be selling you, soon I will have sold. I dreamed of you in looking for a perfume, your mother, that you wore poaching first and then with the gall to teenage love. Which in the end you suitable for use each time we meet, every time you left me closer to your skin so that the world fell to you, which since then has been your perfume. Channel No. 5. I dreamed I held on to an arm that is not yours, praying that he will not depart because the smell was yours and you would soon conjure image, your calm presence in the middle of a dream. Grabbing, chasing your scent and asking you who turned out to be your mother, who looked at me condescendingly, with that look as pious woman who dreamed of from his name but it was also partly memory. He looked as if she too dependent on a perfume to ward off your memory, I smiled with some sadness and some shame also tell me before it dropped out, nobody knows where you are or with whom, although sometimes fire. But you never call to talk to your mom misses you as much as I and perhaps why use this perfume, because she too has lost you and did not have any choice to get you, because with that melancholy sad comfort and understanding is the way yours look for another echo in my empty body. With that tender gesture that position as mater dolorosa makes me understand that I will never see that even in my dreams I go hide and disappear for erasing, deleting your face, your eyes, your words and all . Awakened from sleep to read that message that tells me I'll be selling you. Pronto.

And it will, I will sell because the writers do not know anything else, we are dealers of ghosts, we shadows from one place to another and put them on stage before an audience sick who can not wait to take home and make them subject to his pleasure. Sell \u200b\u200byour shadow, pulling it increasingly difficult letters in books that I thought I re-opened. It will not be possible to hide our bodies from the gaze locked there with us, looks to past and future simultaneously with the letters, voyeuristic nightmare that I am at once victim and executioner in the way you always wanted; torment where simultaneous quantum not all realities and times I can find you. I'll call you Emily, but both know it's you and that even without you, even when you're not mine and never were, I sell, I will sell because I have to, because it is the only way left for me to recover, to drive nails to remember and not let go, to bite your flesh pale again, test your blood and paste outra vez seu Coração in these years sad and hopeless that follow your abandonment, which multiply your absence and when it seems that not even in my dreams I can find you.