For me it was the best way to end the year. Thanks to these days at home and with you (which I saw in person, by mail or by phone) everything seems to fit again. The sky no longer includes me and return to your site. Happy moments for the next year, ones and new acquaintances
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
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For me it was the best way to end the year. Thanks to these days at home and with you (which I saw in person, by mail or by phone) everything seems to fit again. The sky no longer includes me and return to your site. Happy moments for the next year, ones and new acquaintances
Thursday, December 25, 2008
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the evening, after sunset, the ashen-haired beautiful girl makes new effort to squint the heavy iron gate. He opens a sigh, and he slides. The distance that separates the ground is considerable, and carefully dropped on the concrete wall. Finally, their little bare feet touch the ground wet and the grass tickles her fingers. The moon lights up your world, the silence broken by the cries of birds departing in the distance, in procession of a fishing boat, to loot the wreckage left on the deck. The breaking of the waves is to small a lullaby that rocks and calls the approach the cliff. His steps are short and insecure, his black gaze pours sadness, and his little mouth, dye mystery. The wind howls seriously, cut their lips and play cruel and deplorable the snowy gown enveloping, thin as a second skin, pale and slender body. Then the girl sits down to hear the sea, and embracing his legs trying to protect his body from the wind that passes through.
Even so small, you know, and to reflect and draw on their memories, was a harsh winter, which came in through doors and windows. All cows were killed and culture disappeared under an avalanche of snow. She was a mother, who tended the fire and preparing pots of water. It was a girl in bed, sweating and delirious, but actually was very cold. The mother accompanied her with calm eyes and wiped his forehead, reassuring at all. One day the girl was asleep as it was.
Tonight, after time, is the sea that takes care of the child. Compassionate but unflinching, it reminds you to go back to bed. She, good, follows and stands up. Groping and driven by the fierce wind that has not stopped roaring, returns to his home. There, his foot is with something strange, soft and warm. Looks like a bunch of flowers, fabric, someone has deposited an offering inert, away from life, and therefore may be eternal. The girl collects them and takes them to the chest, they climb the small wall and closes the gate. Lying and squeezing his eyes, still keep up drowning in their silence.
cloth flowers wither in his fingers.
Even so small, you know, and to reflect and draw on their memories, was a harsh winter, which came in through doors and windows. All cows were killed and culture disappeared under an avalanche of snow. She was a mother, who tended the fire and preparing pots of water. It was a girl in bed, sweating and delirious, but actually was very cold. The mother accompanied her with calm eyes and wiped his forehead, reassuring at all. One day the girl was asleep as it was.
Tonight, after time, is the sea that takes care of the child. Compassionate but unflinching, it reminds you to go back to bed. She, good, follows and stands up. Groping and driven by the fierce wind that has not stopped roaring, returns to his home. There, his foot is with something strange, soft and warm. Looks like a bunch of flowers, fabric, someone has deposited an offering inert, away from life, and therefore may be eternal. The girl collects them and takes them to the chest, they climb the small wall and closes the gate. Lying and squeezing his eyes, still keep up drowning in their silence.
cloth flowers wither in his fingers.
Monday, December 15, 2008
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Retenlos -five minutes, walk .. I spent a horrible night ..
the subway escalators
Retenlos -five minutes, walk .. I spent a horrible night .. the subway escalators
Sunday, December 14, 2008
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SPONDYLUS
a new company born Outdoors:
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a new company born Outdoors:
http://www.spondylus-chile.com/index.html
Thus begins his presentation:
Spondylus is the sacred, Mythical shell of the Incas. Divers Gathered it 500 years ago off the coast of Ecuador, from the depths of the Pacific Ocean. The shell was then shaped into jewels or pieces of art, before joining the caravans amidst other goods reaching the highest peaks of the Andes. In several occasions, it was buried together with the people given as sacrifices to the gods. The Spondylus is a symbol of fertility, top social status and absolute quality. This is why we named our project Spondylus. Our itineraries range from the depths of the ocean to the highest mountains of the Andes. Our work is expected to be fertile and rewarding, both for us, our partners and customers, while we constantly aim to maintain high standards and quality. We know we have reached our goal when a trip becomes an experience through theemotions of our guests. Welcome to Spondylus - emotion and experience. Hans-Martin Schmitt, founder of Spondylus
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
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is closing a year without me since I own, running out as this pen as I write lying in bed. I think the main reason is that it was the first full year of work and I had to ration my vacation. There for those who inexplicably 28 days a year is too much, for me has certainly been a hack more of my freedom in this year where I have moved almost exclusively of my obligations. Take a blank calendar ahead and make meager little crosses To reserve days will be mine and give it to management was somewhat unfortunate. The other day, stretch out the mind, take a ball and gives it all work. This seems a novelty, but for the fact that it has taken this form of life as normal, I do not think that is correct .. so fleeting in this year I have had many new, unexpected situations, complicity, achievements, impotence, leaving things the way dear friendships and reaffirming the challenge of overcoming distance. There has been a year of traveling and passions. Discoveries have been with their feet on the ground and face the harsh reality of having in their hands the life and death. All have taught me something. I'm not looking for the flashes that adorn the chain but I have lived immersed in the links that make it possible. At this time of looking back, I wish to call upon the events of my day to day I have been here and made me feel good this year. A small tribute to my memories so dear.
maximum relaxation when I cross the threshold of my house and left my folder at the entrance
turn on the computer and meet with emails from people I love. And some unexpected return to Galicia
look good my dear
people wake up in a guard to sound the alarm and not
looking
occurrences and ideas of my friends
the secret life of cats in my yard
orange juice. Chocolate Mountain
colors of autumn in the conservatory next to my house
write and write my music and memories
jiggings
the brand socks reecuentros
see me grow aloe vera seedling
beating muscles feel when I can go to the gym
motivation when I get home from class, even at the nine p.m.
embrace my bed sheets after hitting a guard
treatment with Saramago is well
master
breath when speaking in public
hope the news of Gabilondo
the time of my leaving home home
read my friends
a smile work. Let alone a laugh
fictions of Borges
the pure excitement of a day off. My feet playing with
sheets hanging clothes and see that it has faded
encounters in the elevator
that look ..
Stock R. Merino
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