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THE FRENCH REVOLUTION CULTURE

THE FRENCH REVOLUTION

Revolution means "change". An example of revolution is the change that occurred from the Palaeolithic to the Neolithic: the first, the man is a hunter, which means that it is shifting and there is no private property. What a game for everyone. In contrast, in the Neolithic, the man becomes a farmer, which leads to become sedentary and, in turn, appears private property. This revolution was an economic revolution.
The French Revolution is a political revolution, economic and social: in the Old Regime, the economy was stagnant, society was stratified and politics, absolute. After the Revolution, the economy was in a growth phase, the company is mental and politics is a Democrat.
Revolution happened in France and not elsewhere because you'll be better known enlightened ideas. In the s. XVIII the ancien regime is exhausted, the economy, by the bourgeoisie seeks rebirth, ideas of the Enlightenment are entrenched and the system is much criticized. This had an impact such that it is regarded as the beginning of modern times. CAUSES


late eighteenth century kept the Old Regime France: King Louis XVI was still an absolute monarch and society was the estates, was divided between the haves (Nobility and clergy) and unprivileged (village level or third state). So we can establish three types of causes that led to the outbreak of the revolution:

a) Economic causes. Since 1760, crop failure occurred, resulting in rising prices and discontent of the popular groups. Furthermore, increased the financial crisis by cutting expenses and conflicts.
b) social causes. Many bourgeois became rich during the S. XVIII. But they were unhappy because they had little political power, as senior government and army were held by the nobles. Addition considered unfair that only the third state, to which he belonged, despite their economic power, pay taxes.
c) ideological causes. The ideas illustrated argued that people had a "natural rights" that political power should be respected.

MAIN EVENTS
In 1789 a series of revolts led to the crisis of the ancien regime.
• In spring, the political turmoil. Louis XVI convened the Estates General, ie the assembly formed by the three estates, to approve new taxes and thus to solve the financial crisis. States General had not been summoned by a king of France since 1614, but Louis XVI was forced to do so because the economic crisis was so serious that it threatened to bring down the monarchy.
The nobility and the clergy wanted a vote on an estate, which gave the privileged majority, while the plain people's representatives defended the vote by head, which gave them the majority. In response to the refusal of the privileged, in June the representatives of ordinary people went on National Assembly following the oath of the Tennis Court, pledged not to develop separate until a constitution.
• In July, the popular revolt. Louis XVI was not willing to accept National Assembly and concentrated his troops around Paris. Given this, the Parisians were armed and took the Bastille Prison. Soon the revolt spread throughout France. At the same time, in the fields spread the "great fear" to a rumor started that gangs organized by nobles were burning crops and killing the farmers. The peasants were assembled and marched against the aristocratic castle to destroy records that included the feudal rights. The king was forced to accept the National Assembly to ratify their decisions.

NATIONAL ASSEMBLY
Between 1789 and 1791 the National Assembly undertook three initiatives:
a) The removal of privileges. On August 4, 1789, to restore peace in the camps were abolished feudal rights on peasants and removed the collection of tithe to the Church.
b) The adoption of the Declaration on the Rights of Man and Citizen (1789). Proclaimed freedom, equality between people and national sovereignty.
c) The adoption of a constitution (1791). Established the division of powers between the king, who would appoint the ministers and direct foreign policy, a Legislative Assembly and judges. The Assembly would vote the laws and based on census suffrage, ie only those vote they had a certain income. King Louis XVI proclaimed the constitution and held elections for the Legislative Assembly. These measures had the end of the Old Regime and the beginning of the constitutional monarchy.

THE LEGISLATURE (1791 - 1792)
Once approved the constitution, the Assembly took the name National Assembly. In which the bourgeoisie had a very important representation. There were several political tendencies within the House. Provided the most conservative sector of 264 members and was opposed to changes in the social order. The left had 136 members, most belonging to the Jacobins, and betting on major social reforms. In the center had 345 deputies who were inclined personally by one sector or another depending on the situation. The new system also had many enemies:
· The nobles. The nobility wanted to recover their privileges. Many nobles were exiled to a country where absolutism reigned from there and plotted against the constitutional monarchy.
• The clergy. Members of the Legislative Assembly Church property confiscated and used to reduce debt. In return, the state is obliged to keep the priests, provided they swore allegiance to the constitution, but many refused.
• The royal family. Although Louis XVI had sworn to the constitution, conspired to overthrow the revolutionary government. The royal family tried to flee France, but was arrested in Varennes (June 1791) and forced to return to Paris.

Other groups were unhappy because they wanted to take reforms further. Among these radical revolutionaries were the Jacobins, who had their main support among the sans-culottes, of Paris militia demanded the proclamation of a republic.

war abroad
European monarchies felt threatened by revolutionary ideas and reforms imposed in France, and feared that the example is extended to their countries. In April 1792 the war started in Austria and Prussia against France.
This war influenced the events that took place in France. On the one hand, Louis XVI, the nobles and clergy hoped that the revolutionary government was defeated in the war, which would return to the old regime. On the other hand, some revolutionaries supported the war, they thought that this would serve to spread the revolution outside France.
The people of Paris blamed the king of the first defeats French and attacked the royal palace, the Tuileries in August 1792. The popular uprising forced to appoint a new Assembly Call Convention, elected by universal male suffrage. The Convention decreed the arrest of the king, the abolition of the monarchy and proclaimed the First Republic.

THE CONVENTION (1792 - 1795)
The two largest groups in the Convention were the Girondins, a group of moderate Republicans, and the mountaineers or Jacobins, radical, whose leader was Maximilien Robespierre.
The Highlanders eventually took power and adopted a new constitution, the Constitution of 1793, more democratic, which never entered into force. Also, set some social laws, such as price controls, insurance for the poor and compulsory education for 12 years.
The Republic suffered a double pressure:
· outside, the death sentence of Louis XVI in 1793 triggered the entry into the war in England, Spain and the German and Italian princes.
• In the interior, the peasants of the Vendée region revolted in favor of the king, the nobles and clergy. These contras were defeated after two years. In this situation

Robespierre had a dictatorship and enforced a policy of terror: a person suspected of not supporting the republic was guillotined. About 50 thousand people were executed. The Convention was frightened by the excesses of Robespierre, ordered his execution in 1794. Adopted a new constitution (1795), more moderate, based on census suffrage was restored and the power went to a Board that was composed of five members. Legislative power is exercised a bicameral assembly, formed by the Council of Elders (accepted or rejected laws) and the Council of 500 (prepared by law). The Board covered from 1795 to 1799, the year in which a soldier, Napoleon Bonaparte gave the coup of 18 Brumaire (equivalent to 9 November in our calendar).

ACTIVITIES

1. MADE: A timeline to locate the major events that occurred during the development of the French Revolution, from its outbreak until Napoleon took over the government to give the coup.

2. ANSWER:

A) What is called the States General, and under what circumstances were summoned?

B) It is said that the most important legacy or heritage of France to humanity is the Declaration on the Rights of Man and Citizen, why?

C) Why did the nobles and the clergy are considered to enemies of the new regime?

D) What sparked fear in other European monarchies?

3. RESEARCH

A) Who was Robespierre and which led to their downfall?

B) What is the Marseillaise?

4. Illustrates the issue. (A4 sheet of paper, attached as a leaf notebook)

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Variations on a theme of love (A)

A. You'll love, this electronic fantasy allows me to find while we are away. You'll love, from this screen and this life that develops between bits and bytes, without a body, where your image is poor consolation of an absence that is not exceeded. Is it too much, I think sometimes I love you as the time when you want. Perhaps too, dream of you as you sleep in as long as you sleep. Is it too.

Too much, love too love you and I feel I have and destroys the soul when she finally meets the curse that I threw on my mind. You go, this fantasy love electronics, and as you go head starts hurting, I feel in the shoulders a huge weight, I feel cheated as Hercules, punishable as Atlas, the world on my shoulders, a slight fever that climbs me from gripping my stomach and heart. Fever of Sisyphus and his rock useless, Prometheus and his liver forever. A fever that I know now describe and attempt to sublimate into words that will never read. Words, just because I have no power or place to mourn now, mourn when I am left only with hopelessness and fear more irrational and idiotic in my entire life. Return, I know. Return and match your hands in mine, we kiss again without limit as if it were our last night on earth. Fever runs from the eyes and not know and can not mourn because I have spent quite a lifetime, to the fingers that jump, with incredible speeds near the speed of thought, jump on the white keyboard has served prior to write words most beautiful and most honest ever written a mediocre writer, in love with a beautiful on top has a boyfriend.

you go, love, paradise, this ruthless reality of wonders to spend time, hours, minutes, and was a second with him. And I will not be supported without writing, without imagining here, as if suddenly you had split and most importantly stay with me here in the virtual pages blank. I wonder if you think of me, if you feel you will be different after my hands yesterday sought to learn every line of your face with closed eyes, to make you much more than an image or a body to be able to recognize each piece of me if I lose my light as I have been gone now. I will light because you go, love, paradise and get lost for moments, minutes, hours, seconds, whatever, you get lost there, in the only place I can imagine I do not want because I lack the courage.

And it is not the first time I'm on this side, aware that someone goes out there, with another, when it should be me. But it is the first time that it hurts so much, when I caught this desperation that I can shake off just writing, writing that it hurts, but it's a sweet pain that I almost comforting, because after many years I thought longer able to feel something. This sense of relevance and necessity, far, far away like you now, this feeling of affection honest, honestly that is not enough and that no matter what the world brings, will be unable to leave you while you do not say, enough.

not say enough love, even if you go now, even if you go again tomorrow and, although increasingly the moments you spend with him and not me. Do not say simply, love. Have fun, I said. As the world's biggest idiot I told you. Have fun. And I will not tie you down, do not want to invent ties I have no right. I want you to be free, absolutely free, so create me from there to the fantasy that one day you will change your circumstances and then the world will be less painful, less desperate. So, then. But for now, I am happy that I say, enough. In you go, but come back. I care what you are now on their way to other arms and other arms, what else gives me love that I've gone for the first time or can not find words. What else you leave me, love, this ruthless virtual reality and you will find shops with or without nostalgia, in that other reality of seats, and chat where you do not even dare to think my name, and if you dare to think not what you say and if you say, say what without love. My name away, my name reduced to nothing more than words. While I, here in agony free and happy, the world's sweetest agony, I hope and I write, eager to return and then when you return, you will be the most beautiful and unexpected miracle, the most unexpected and undeserved love for having taken all my life.

hurts, love, you go into his arms. It hurts to miss for a while in the dark where I can not imagine I want. It pains me to imagine that you kiss in greeting and that even the most desperate of my hundred and one used to hold off their greedy lips of yours. It hurts your hand, to be with him. It pains me to hug you and I do not think it hurts me more than I'm willing to take even support it anyway and imagine. Love hurts, you go into his arms. But that pain is sweet because it means I love you like never want anyone. Because it is quite miraculous indifference to have woken up once to find you. Is quite miraculous and have learned to love after cancer y. You'll love, and I stay. I am alone with your memory to bite with despair and fear but I'm sure you'll be back. Bite your memory and not smoking, or seek relief in alcohol or else you think you there with him, and think of you at the same time, against all reason and good understanding, thinking of you here, then on the morning of this day that I die in despair. Pensarte here, love, when you come back and be my only miracle, my only faith, the only pain that I appreciate more because it does not end.

That does not end love that never ends. Sal, leave this paradise fake screens, bits and bytes for later. Meet with him, kiss him, love him damn it if you need it. Enjoy and be happy in every moment that you're not with me so that when you return, may I, with the alchemy desperate and slanderers of my love, show you that there is no happiness there, everything is dull when you return my arms, when you hear my words and start to believe that I love. Go love, but comes back, but always returns also go forever.

I've been jealous before, I confess. And I've been unfaithful. And I was the other. And I was the one. But now I'm none of these positions all a silly game where someone sent someone dominates. No my love, right here on the screen, my world is changing. My heart hurts because being born again from the beginning. If I was jealous is because I was insecure because it was silly, because they loved her, but his image. If I cheated was also not loving, not wanting any of that time and so on. If I was the one with obvious contempt of one, or was the one clearly despised by the other, it was because deep down, what else was to be one or the other when nothing is mine I do not care. Now, however, no jealousy, no loyalty, or fear. Nothing. I am not, love you but what you are missing, it can in any measure to be innocent little pointless, as you can, love to make you happy, make you smile.

Not that I mind love, it hurts. But that pain is sweet and dark, is like playing Russian roulette with the heart stopping and expect a miracle the bullet matches the wish I dare not confess. Well let you go, have fun tonight with a damn, damn first night of endless night damn that never ends, let go and, with a fun, is the only way I have to let you know that I want so that it is better to bite the liver and finish your remember even thinking about the possibility that you leave. I love you like you, with all of it, though it hurts me. It hurts, it kills me to accept, but I prefer you shared so you will not ever leave. Maybe not enough, maybe I just can not cumplirte my promise to make you happy as long as the body and strength. Perhaps I need help and by contrast, little by little my love will seem more real than words, rhetoric or dreams.

You'll love, I am alone. Just for a while to bite your memory, to fight hard and your smile up, against the temptation to get drunk Raptor, cut my arm a bit of bite my tongue and gouge my eyes out like Oedipus. I am alone love, with the most idiotic impulses, most painful and sweet that I have never filled the body. Because I know how much you hurt me I love you. And so I want to hurt me again, I finished the nausea over my body, my bloodshot eyes the first tear loose and funky fever does not leave me alone all night. For thus, the more it hurts, I'm more sure that I love. And perhaps you too.

You'll love, you lose. I am sure. But at least back to me tonight. And with a smile will erase my fears. With a few words will change what you lived away from me tonight, about him, that is a miracle, the only true fear and trembling of my life. The deeper the abyss, more beautiful light. The more it hurts the body, the more I enjoy health. The more cruel to kill me, better know how to live the life you give me. Acabame, ends with me to madness. The cry of my sorrow fill the sky and resonate, reverberate love, until there is no place, space, until it fills. Desgráciame, love, to madness, so that when you come back, when you change your circumstances, the scar is deep, is a tattoo that does not allow me to forget or inadvertently, you are a miracle. They do not deserve you and I chose. Do not stop for a moment to be amazed because you're here because you came back. Because nothing I can do to deserve you, because I'm not better than others. And yet, not say enough. Pieces make me love, so you will not be sure that I love you without end.

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I write this entry indicating that, despite my fatigue, the room has begun to rejuvenate a bit.
The invaluable help of Maria de Txiria, Bridesmaid night, Rahab and many other Ammophos people as well as others around ... has made the room somewhat revived and regain strength.
no mistake, not even the force that I want and has had but it is livelier, happier, and ... further, again.
On the other hand, the gentleman has proposed Elfar Me Your help in the realization of the debates so ... I do not feel strong enough to refuse to implement them.
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SICÁN

Lambayeque culture also known as Sicán arises to separate from political control Moche, as a result of political and social upheaval. Had a significant development of metallurgy, building huge pyramids with stepped platforms and a network of canals Intervalles. ORIGIN

Muchik The native people of Lambayeque have that long ago, came from the highest part of Peru, a brave man called Naymlap, directing a large fleet of rafts. This man Naymlap was accompanied by many concubines, among which was his principal wife Ceterni, and a large number of people.
Naymlap and his companions arrived at the mouth of the river Faquisllanga, where they left their boats with the intention of occupying the valley, and after walking for half a league, they settled and built some palaces they called Chot. In this place, put a green stone idol they were carrying, and represented the face of the Lord. This idol was called Yampallec, meaning Naymlap image. LOCATION


In earlier times the power center was in the residence "Batan Grande Lambayeque, later moving near Túcume Purgatory in the lower valley of the river La Leche. AREA OF INFLUENCE


the north spread to the valleys of Lambayeque and Motupe in the south to Jequetepeque in La Libertad. ANTIQUE


Its development occurs between 700 and 1300 d. C. ECONOMY


depended primarily on agriculture intense practice by a remarkable system that allowed them to carry hydraulic fluid elements to their fields. Also practiced barter. RELIGION


highlighting various gods worshiped a being whose face is marred by a mask that has eyes that pulled depicted on their pottery, textiles, metallurgy, etc.. Also worshiped the sun, the moon, water, among others.

ARCHITECTURE
Lambayeque's men built large pyramids with large stepped platforms, probably for use as cementerios.Estas adobe pyramids had courtyards, rooms, corridors and accessible via ramps
decorated Lambayeque Men walls and columns and friezes with figures using the technique of bas-relief in clay characteristic of the Huaca Chotuna near Lambayeque, who apparently was dedicated to the worship of Naylamp. Textiles


Little is known of textile Lambayeque. This is due in large part to the deterioration caused by textiles due to the climatic characteristics of the area. However, some species have been found as mantles decorated from a funeral of Batan Grande. Tissues also had feathers for decoration or filling exquisitely painted. The characters of high rank as the "masters" have outfits decorated with feathers of various colors. CERAMIC


The Lambayeque culture pottery is known for the diversity of its forms. For example, containers presents a globular, conical, double-peaked, and other features that we see here. In Lambayeque pottery vessels can find both monochrome, black, as bichromes, combining the cream and red.

METALLURGY
metallurgy reached a high degree of desarrollo.Los metals used were gold, silver, copper, bronze and alloys such as copper / gold called "tumbaga." Produced funerary masks, earplugs, tumis. This culture was the one that reached the highest development of metallurgy and goldsmith of Ancient Peru. Then the men of Chimu inherited this knowledge.

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Variations on a Theme of love (7)

7. I said otherwise, but it was what I meant. I said as I had predicted, the same words, almost, I said one night without you can imagine that behind all my words are your name, behind my hopes and fears. Words I thought and learned in one night, between a cigarette and one with your face in front, from a distance, your disembodied voice filled the empty sad that my department. I pause.

For days I stop and write anything. Long days when I think over and over again in the vacuum of my department. Sad days that I can easily understand that it lost in the depths of illusion, that old loneliness that was my partner has become frightening. I realize that I could not, despite having been with her so calm, return to the world or the experience of a huge empty room with only my footsteps resonate and phone sounds never go back to view with indifference the computer, cigars and even this pen with which I write because your name is behind it all, above all, synonymous with everything.

Your Name wrote at length on a bench cold Coyoacán, with trembling hands and the heart stopping. I wrote your name along to you hopefully want to become eternal beyond ink and paper in your life and mine. A I love you, Salua, which will hopefully guide my steps and my pen for a time without end. Your name and I love you, Salua that summary easily return all my hope, that hope is all the more frightening than the loneliness because at first just a little to be happy and happiness is complicated at every turn, with each clock tic tac.

hurts Hope, hope scares. For weeks or months was sufficient, but you knew, to write lines and lines with no intention that they have come so far now. Enough to hope that one day, even by mistake, you saw me write your name and I love you. Hope your smile, your hand in mine. So much for my hope because I could not think of a hug or a kiss. He spent days pondering words, thinking you and only hope to write your name and your smile drove me forward in this world.

And finally I said, and my hope for peace died also fulfilled. Short sentence to close your eyes and look in memory a way back to that night, which could well be my first night on earth if God existed and had allowed me to choose. I write and reflect. The first night when a message from you invited me to see as never before had I looked.

was your fault, I repeat. But it was also my fault. You called and I answered. Crazy excited and accelerated to reach you with the same desperation with which one seeks to choke the air medium or when returning from a blackout. I watched from afar, I walked with slow, easy bebiéndome the image of your body as well, distant. It was the last time you see, was safe. If I dared to tell or read you what he was hiding a week would be the last time you see it. So I looked calmly and walked slowly. It was my last drill before the abyss, the lions, my last joy before losing paradise.

hoped that words and words. Despaired of being able to say your name. Expected, up beforehand, that extinguished my voice said that only words and that words do not change the world. Expected from wounded for life and not see you again. I knew he expected a long goodbye that Sunday would never come. And so with mismo miedo del último paso hacia el cadalso, me acerqué a ti seguro de que sería la última vez, de que la luz estaba a punto de apagarse. Y contra toda esperanza, como en un sueño, sonreíste y me abrazaste. Por ese acto único, sencillo, pensé que acaso volvería a verte.

Me guiaba entonces, como ahora me guía, la esperanza de una revelación final, de un tiempo más allá del tiempo que me permita discernir al fin si el salto de esa noche hacia el vacío de la incertidumbre fue un salto de héroe o de idiota. Si me espera la gloria pírrica de morir luchando o sobrevivir sin gloria en el silencio de un departamento vacío, junto al teléfono que no llamará again with your voice. We support

. Both endured long time. I smile at the memory, to write. Endure hours with a coffee and silent steps in the empty streets. Invincible even endure the distance between your hand and mine. It was my fault because I gave up first. I had to put an end to so much fear and so many dreams, once and choose between light and darkness. It was my fault because I needed to know, as now, if they were just words or words could break the invisible barrier between your hand and mine. The bitter separation of our lives.

Another pause. A sip of coffee. A sigh. And behind my eyes, your smile closing the eyes.

Days later I say I read very quickly, my voice was in despair at an end. And it's true. Are words also tell when I have finished reading the variations of a jerk sitting next to you and spying on your face to my left as always, watching your smile and your eyes on a cold and lonely in the neighborhood of Coyoacan. Days later you talk about your smile, leaning out of your mouth much more often than any of my dreams and my hopes I had promised. All that will come later. For now, this now resurrected with words and relive while still moving the pen, my hands tremble now, I read too fast to know if at the end of the maze awaits your smile or your game.

Now smile. Now you miss a nervous laugh that is perhaps of emotion but I feel like condescension or pity. Leo quickly and until the end as he swallows bad medicine or hastens the full glass that promises to cure alcohol oblivion. The last words escape me your mouth and your smile. I have a lump in my throat and I tremble beyond my control. Then in front of you, but now, looking back and writing. Do not go, I said, I tell you now, I write, I pray at the same time. Do not go without you there I told you once and without end. Silence. Distant voices at night. A cold wind and silence.

Silence.

Silence.

not get out. Do not stop looking at me. Do not move. your hands there, closer, farther away than ever. I tell my story, your story, without saying much, hastily. The story is that I dreamed of you and started to write, all this, every word and every change is for you. Missing you say. I do not know if I smiled, but I like to think so. I can see your face, but I'm sure you smiled when you said, it lacks the sixth. I kissed his hand, take a deep breath and said I love you, Salua, and although I know that can not be happy forever, I am willing to leave the body in the daily war to make you happy. Smiled. We hugged. Then you said:

are words

(and here, suddenly, I wanted to die)

but the words are magical at times,

(I wanted to live, breath again and I kissed the hand)

are words, and said it wanted the world will turn off. You said what I thought I'd say not as I thought I would say, and so plug in an instant all my fears and my hopes. Thus, for our fault, I wanted to write and starter-starter-us happiness for the rest of life. You gave me, or give away-we look confident each day during the last world or self.

We hugged, walked more. Someone saw us looked at you surprised. We did not want to part. Rather, because I know nothing and I can not know it needed a second voice, yours, and would not leave you. But at last we parted, meet again sure.

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claims. Smoked. I was happy. If I sleep and not wake up if not sleep, I sleep again. But I had to lie down and close your eyes and there in the dark, like a devil crawling and jealous, my words came to my ear and opened my eyes as if from a nightmare, sentenced to spend the night on his back, frightened child in the dark. I told him and now for the first time I am writing to never forget it. As in that night and every night since then, I get bitten to pieces the heart when I say or write: you have a boyfriend. And like a fiend, enemy accuser and honest, and I climb my words embrace the whole body. Poisonous fangs dirty my soul when the white snake of my guilt and my fear screams, whispers, swears, has a boyfriend, just before the bite.

For now suffice your smile and your hand in mine to keep at bay the poison. But at first just a little to be happy and sooner or later, nothing is enough. I asked him in a dream, before I knew. Now a white snake runs through my veins and bites over and over again my soul. Their venom can not kill my baby. But there are worse things. Maybe I'll go crazy. Or I kill me.

I love you, Salua, I said otherwise, but I am now writing again and a new way. I love you, and I'm willing to let the body and why the devil is always committed to white snake in my veins to see you smile.

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The end of the room as it has been known until now. Standards

This is a warning to all users of the room.

Not that the room is to close, much less, or which is going to stop enforcing the rules, nor (so if you are new, Read them) but .. if I say that from now until further notice or new forces or new shares, not including new talks my part, nor will an extension of the blog items, or anything similar.

The reason for all this you have posted on the Forum (not to lose the control you one site to another), you can read and comment as you want to but ... This is reflected here is the vision I have of the reality of the room, and ... that's not what it was designed.

Yet I think that the adventure has been part of fruits expected of it and if not up to it is because users are unhappy that it's.

nothing else, and knowing that we will be in the room, greeting everyone

Txiria, the Proud mary Txiria Master