Do not hesitate, shoot me a shot that I have no doubt, turquoise shot in the street with no name, no number. Amidst the blood pouring from the sky, clouds soaking, while shouting suicide cataracts are lost.
hugs it rain purple tulips, purple kisses
,
unhinged wailing, sighing
be coy,
looks manic,
evaporating moisture in your legs.
Shoot!
Without hesitation, kill me with one stone, I have no fear, lime green shot, anonymous street bar ever. Do not make me laugh and show me your melancholy eyes, I have no more than this and these feelings hieratic gaze lost in aimless fate. Stop looking for me that I have no address, telephone number or e-mail. Forget the sweet milk of kiwifruit market, incense and coffee mornings. Just let me
I let the dawn to stay the night I was blessed with clothes and so I knew I would be born as part of nothingness Nothingness same thing for me is and will be the transformation of bodies in the misty cold in my sky The largest and most magnificent of heaven, "In these worlds-music and shake their wings then shine Death Shines The joker laugh out loud His sardonic laughter On the floor will expand my mind star more complicated geometry of all the galaxies and the stars sleep without rest In the 100 years age-old dream that Sleeping Beauty will be violated by the Universe's dark matter ring was thrown down like dominoes game The Mona lose Cities banter populate der black holes will be dark purple to become the chaos I bow my only Benevolent God Almighty Ruler of the Clouds Magellan And not sleep because I wake, I will not be light years away from your presence I will stay with I will be a nova forever For that your eyes are not diverted Or rather will be two novas Amid all the gravitational pull we be so bright that not even the comets or may obscure the sun We will light our anatomical But in the end will be two more in That one was extinguished supernova in the cosmos we become ghosts and we will be the new Big Bang The Origin of Nothingness.
These days, I had at home visit from some friends, (two, to be exact) with the defect of being neuropsychologists. I certainly recognize that know the scope of this profession, until I entered the wikipedia and I clarified that is mainly clinical discipline, which converges between psychology and neurology. " Well . Thanks. What would we do without internet?
I return to the thread. These good friends (and vice versa), we commented on some aspects of the problem of my daughter and her AD (the which I wrote, years ago in a post ) . In the conversation, he referred to the genetic-hereditary aspects of the syndrome and that was when they had the "slip" pigeonholed as a TDA quite evident to me too. Ah! Surprise! ADD Me? Not only that, but it was probably also a "cognitive slow."
Ah! No! So if you do not! So far we could go! We discussed his banal diagnosis and torpedoed me with some symptoms that they perceived in me, although I accept that were true, I can hardly accept their and determining good cause.
that if I blurted out, put us on this plan, over 50% of the population would suffer the Attention Deficit Disorder. I replied that this proportion was not the case, but if you could estimate that many adults were and had never been diagnosed as such because as a child was not known this syndrome.
I agree that often disconnected from my environment and I'm in my inner world. I agree that I have the problem of frequent tasks or projects left half-and unfinished (see the discontinuity of this blog-guadiana). I accept that sometimes I have trouble concentrating in my daily tasks. And certainly never was a good student, but rather bad.
But is you who are reading me, do not also suffer from several of these symptoms? Come ... admit it! A not it? Well as you know that you also diagnosed neglect you. Watch your friends, not with neuro-psychological studies. Nevertheless, my friends the still appreciating, but that if, I will try not to touch this topic. Lizard, lizard.
anyway and without them they find out, I'll do the test to check the medication for my daughter to see if it is to connect me neurotransmitters and I become super-productive! That bargain!
If that worked, I must say I would be very surprised, misplaced, not knowing what to expect. The key question is then whether the fact of knowing it, will it help me or not.
When Apple introduced the iPad on the 27th of January, I was struck by the number of disappointments that occurred at that time mainly between unconditional.
Perhaps I should say no disappointments, but doubts about their future and even fierce attacks. I remember reading blogs and podcasts highlighting the limitations of the new gadget even recognized experts as Jennifer Franco. Lack of FlashPlayer, USB connection and the usual multitasking IOS choose instead to consolidate the OSX, etc.
I, on the contrary, and in my ignorance of the subject, became fascinated with the proposal. The message seemed great sofa Steve Jobs and care product placement made between an iPhone and a notebook. This was clearly revolutionary and not the product itself, that many myopic branded him not be more than a large touch iPod, but use the new horizon that entailed. From the first moment I understood that this was a new door to new habits and would mark a before and after. It was clear that I would be a "early-adopter" . But I did not think that view is shared by many. The vast majority was referred to future developments or the development of applications, when it was clear that the AppStore would be to channel all the usability of the new toy.
Today, half a year later, no one doubts the success of the proposal. Most likely will sell nearly 10 million iPads later this year. Even Microsoft has had to make any comment about it, but this is funny. This tablet has become essential for me in all fields and both enjoy the couch and at work. It is clear that you need to improve some aspects, but if we had been told years ago that today we would have this little wonder, perhaps we will not put so much stick.
At some point in our lives, we all realize (or at least be good to do) internal reflection on our capabilities and limitations. We seek to make us aware what can we expect or what prevents us from accessing our ultimate goals or our life goals. In the background is the translation on a personal level the concept of continuous improvement sought by the organizations. We aim to improve as people.
In my personal case, I have my eye on several issues (I should say, limits), which surely should deepen if I really want to improve. Today I'll try just one of those aspects. The habits. This is a major challenge for me, since I always run away from them by confusing them with the pejorative term routine. If we actually go for a change personal way, we must take certain habits and others who probably let go of a drag and we do not help us. not intend to go into the details of the book of S. Covey about The Seven Habits of Highly Effective People , but if you want to mention the third one, because it is likely to affect me in a more meaningful way. Prioritization or the "First Things First." Plan our daily priorities to avoid personal chaos is one of the points that I propose. Spontaneity, improvisation, are the excuses that I have set myself many times, to flee from any planning I would cope better with my daily tasks. If I managed to get into the habit of structuring my important activities each day, surely I would be more productive and feel better about myself. The problem is that this is a commitment (even myself) and it's easy to have an innate tendency to avoid them. I intend to advance the establishment of certain customs to help me fight my personal anarchy. I start with small changes, simple but steady. I would urge future controls.
6:20 am for a relaxed day in August. I go to my garden from which to contemplate a spectacular view of Maresme. I am replete. My head buzzing with ideas, projects, and it's like my "inbox" mental task collapsed. endorphin rush patterns you want to enjoy themselves.
At this time peace reigns envelope. The sounds are few and invariably include a rooster crowing after the continuous chirping of birds. It is what it is to live outside the city.
To me it's a wonderful time of the merger between the relaxed environment that encourages and mental blast invades me. What a contrast! is these moments that one wishes to lengthen. That time shall pass and let me enjoy every second. Even so, they are short. I want more. There are so many things to do! And make savoring the moment is a delight. I take notes! Hacia las 8h. la magia se habrá evaporado. Buenos dias!
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Nuevas fuerzas. Nuevos proyectos.
E l time has elapsed and nothing is spared. Nothing is the same and everything must evolve. That is why the return should offer something different. Should make a difference. I do not know if it will last but that would be my desire. Of now here I am again, with new batteries. Are holidays. Good time to include changing habits.
(1) sleep undaunted riots in the city, rest buildings,
stone statues and silver-barely-
a drunk on the pavement, a whore
corner and an air of old memories with loose silhouettes. I stand in full stampede exile with my brothers Raston. himself seedy bar ever, temptation at every corner -leaving putrid drop-in new pleasures
on new trends.
no longer the weed, or guilt, or fear . Just me!
(2) death is triggered, the days absent
(I know you do not see it) roads are frightened, the ailment
survive (maybe tomorrow you can understand) failing to deconstruct the time for us next. Nothing. Street our steps my exile, (or rather, my self-imposed exile) and tonight in the Tunnel, our night.
And only the wind dared dare challenge us. You have to pay!
(3) Marx's day, but no stones, or tires , neither this company, not the utopia
just turned 16 when I was assigned as a lady of the court of Maria Theresa, the new queen of France. The day he arrived I wore a beautiful pink silk dress with gold embroidery, I picked up the hair and let loose curls on each side of my face, but the final touch was the crimson on my lips, I looked splendid. Himself, a Vuillard. We had about 8 girls willing to services waiting at the entrance to the palace for his welcome, it was cold that just left us to breathe normally. So we were glad when we get surreptitiously carriages, for they came down to the queen of 6 other women who came with her. Then, we realized that none spoke French, His Majesty spoke it a little and his accent was terrible. During the 4 months it took to us to learn English and French them, we received very often the teacher's visit Moliere. Who I particularly made friends with him, is an intelligent man and hilarious. He spent hours entertaining us and when he did not just sit and observe, from time to time crossed words with us. Your majesty, the king, did not bother him at all his presence, was one of his proteges, occasionally lent him the Petit-Bourbon for theatrical presentations. We were enchanted to be able to be first in line at the end the role went backstage to congratulate him. Then we went together to a tavern popular with artists, to take us a few beers and talk. I remember one of our talks with precision as was the reason he visited us very often. But I knew that only through final. The truth, I always felt a little uncomfortable to attend this tavern, women and men were vulgar or say, some real jerks and perverts. The place was horrible nothing fancy, made only with sticks and even the floor was carpeted, dust mess I made the folds of her dress. And we always had to drink beer, because wine was not the first time I asked all looked at me strange and I was shocked by the fact that order came, I could clearly hear the gossip among them, to my "audacity." The teacher gave no importance, only smiled and put his palm on my chest, I said here do not serve wine Margot we are not in the palace. This time, I asked for beer and something to eat, although he feared indigestible. - you like the work, what you liked. - Well, I love it, those two jovencillas yes they are a couple of ridiculous. Without education, provincial and wanting to aspire to titles. I laughed a lot. - I'm glad you enjoyed it, I'm working on a new but yet I have nothing written. - And what it is, if I may say or is it a secret. - Just a thought in my head, I'm still building, I have nothing concrete. But when it does, I'll tell you, I promise. Be the first person to know. At these words I blushed, I think he noticed it, but never got beyond a friendship. My hand was already given to a gentleman that I would gain title and would be frowned upon to be committed were walking in an affair with another. If not for that detail, perhaps the teacher and I had had an affair in secret, because he was married Armande Béjart, one of the actresses and co-owner of his company Illustre Théâtre. - Why not write tragedies, including Euripides' I asked. - Why teach comedies making you laugh I am also terrible dramatic actor, not the writing or the act, I'll be better comedies. - Have you ever tried to make one. - Yes, when I was in France and it has gone very wrong. I have not done any, would be ridiculous. I laughed uncontrollably, I had to drink that horrible beer to control me. - What you did laugh. - of you master, I've imagined doing tragedy, I found very funny. - know what's going to seem very funny, my new work, want to know what it is. - Sure, go tell me what is locked, I responded enthusiastically. - From you, ladies. - from us and about what. - still do not know, but it will be upon you that's for sure. That was the last time we met in this tavern. A week had passed when he did come back, we were embroidering handkerchiefs when he arrived with that walk so funny and polite at the same time, we loved them all. Greeted and asked us not to stop our work, just watched as always. After the board had etiquette classes and similarly told us that we followed with our occupations. I wanted to show off to the teacher, so I put into practice what my mother had me taught, since childhood I was very early and knew that a lady should discuss topics depending on whom you were speaking. know what the latest fashion in clothes, large flowers in pastel tones, two-tone color least dress, had a drink of tea without forgetting to raise the little finger. One of the English ladies said that her sister had written in one of his letters that were being used square necklines. To not look goofy we started talking about art, fashion artist, the rivalry between Moliere and Racine, of course I came out in defense of the teacher. We took a break of 15 minutes before going to the kind of music and dance. The teacher approached me and whispered, why take so many classes, if not fun, to which I responded: not be silly, all elegant lady should be prepared for society.
- And every day do the same, is not it boring.
- course not, and do not always same. Tomorrow, for example, we have painting, cooking and literature. Then there are the great dances to avoid boredom.
- not you like to do something else.
- No, a lady born for this, but education would be boring at home doing nothing, while waiting for her husband.
As of this time the teacher started going more regularly on every day when we had classes. I was more fascinated with him, I was so happy to see me, because he was going to see me. If not, talk to the girls. Occasionally he did, but it was me who he was talking a long time. From these discussions I learned a lot, began to interest new things like philosophy and politics, however, fashion jewelry and less and less. Although I never stopped to see me dressed elegant and beautiful. The teacher liked to talk to me more and more, eventually we come to have much in common. Month that the teacher failed to haunt I married the Duke Émile Cobert and eight months we had our first child. When you call Jean Baptiste I Cobert, in honor of my dear teacher. But my husband thought it was in honor of his father and I do so I believe. For three years we did not see the teacher, he knew he was in Paris. As the queen had dispensed with my services, we moved to a villa near the palace. One day while preparing Émile suitcases for their trip to Hamburg, Gabrielle came to tell me that the teacher was back and was talking to his majesty the king. Gabrielle asked him to take care of Jean, while I returned, would try to talk to the teacher Moliere. I was leaving the palace when I saw it, screamed and ran towards him. We were very happy to see us, we speak very little and helped us catch up, I spoke to Jean. The teacher in those two years had been writing his new book and returned to premiere in the Royal Palace Theatre. King Louis XIV had accepted delighted, while it is a private function, only the nobles. And then he could present to the people in the Petit-Bourbon . Opening night went with Jean, on that occasion I used a dress she had sent to prepare for an important date and no doubt this was. School of Women, by Moliere and his company Illustre Théâtre; that was the name that was shown in a poster of the entry. We were in the front row as back then, only that I was not that girl before. And there he was, dressed as a woman playing a young girl named Margot, who was lady of the court of a queen. I must admit that I found hilarious, but it stopped hurting, my childhood dreams were dashed at that time. It was a satire about me, ladies, how we educate for society. Many of the attendees had fun that night, however, did not fail to label the work of vulgar and wicked. And that was the last time I crossed words with Moliere, he understood, was not necessary to tell when I had offended. Although we always went to see their work in secret, until the last before his death. I was never able to talk back and say that I understood everything, he agreed. But mostly it was his son Jean.
"Ridicule is the element dynamic, creative and innovative of all consciousness that wants to live and to experience the living. (...) The ephemeral is all perfect, any ideas well expressed, defined, as shown sound and true "Mircea Eliade
Women: Why Why? Man: Sorry! I have not heard it M: Why? H: Oh! Yes, he said why M: That's H: What to do M: The why H: That's right, I forgot M: What did you say? H: That I have forgotten M: What? H: What you asked me M: Why? H: I do not know M: why not have forgotten it, but why? H: Sure, that's what I wondered all this time M: Of course H: Why? M: What's what I looked
strange, as if I were crazy. Simply, she got up settling the folds of her dress and walked to the railing where were the squirrels. Why?, "She whispered. Indeed, it was rare chick. I was a little scary, but not for running out of there. I smoked a cigarette to soothe cold and was starting to abstracted by a thought, did not notice when he was gone. It was early enough to be night and did not want to go home, so I walked to the subway station, had to spend about five stops to get off on "The Trade" and from there walked about eight blocks to reach a bar that had been for some time with a friend who I have not seen since. I guess, still live I will say, is called Juan. He is one of those guys who never want to let go when you listen to talk, yes he's smart. Not for nothing from those who pose for intellectual and pretend to know about something that really did not even know existed until then. How I hate these people, causing me to drop them to death to see if they let such stupidity. When I entered the bar I noticed that John was not, he kept hoping to meet them and have a sensible conversation. I sat at the bar and ordered a whiskey on the rocks, I suddenly felt like a idiot for sitting there just to drink, so I started to drink a glass after another until his head gave me no more. I did not realize what time he started thinking about the conversation (if you can call it that) I had with that girl so strange. I was about to leave when I saw it first I thought it was a hallucination because he was not looked much, looked different, more beautiful, but ultimately it was her. I hesitated to approach her and she was not alone, was accompanied by a boy, maybe your boyfriend or partner that night. But I ended up deciding to speak. Now, I think it was idiotic to have done, but at that moment I did not believe so. I surprised her from behind, gave a little jump almost imperceptible, he said, "Why?, Now I understand, I have everything clear. She turned and looked at me all puzzled: - Sorry, but I do not know what you're talking, do not even know him. - The park, now in the afternoon. The question ... Why? - Sorry, but I do not understand. He's drunk, you better retire. I took the arm I think with some strength and said, Why?, That's what you asked me in the afternoon, at that time but now I do not understand. I understand, I swear, yes indeed. She was frightened and the boy released who accompanied me that I threatened to long or else he would lead me a beating. I think I must have been stupid because that guy gave a single punch that left me half unconscious, I remember that I came to terms with one hand on the face and the other on the wall. Say a few steps and leaned back for a few seconds against a pillar to recover from the pain and drunkenness. After that I walked to my house, nothing else matters.
(1) I'm not a platonic muse that inspires poets, 'm not a green ticket which is purchased in the offer and demand, I am not a fashionista much less a barbie librarian 'm not a cloistered nun devoted to a only love: God, I'm not a revolutionary poster and stones, or a faithful wife to one man, a devoted mother or his family, 'm not even a woman on earth, but will not get to live more than thirty.
(2) not worth anything or follow a simolón
because I'm not important as gold or oil. worthless not even a penny
because I'm not famous or wealthy. not worthless even a sucre because
'm not ... in fact I am nothing,
not even know if I'm here.
(3) prefer the path of the unknown I am not a safe path to follow, I like swimming in chocolate before the water, I am nothing neat I must say, before taking a car I choose to walk 'm not an athlete I have to admit. many things I'm not here, but lots there. at least not for long be I think.
