tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32138010163082890292012-02-01T18:47:23.654-08:00To show you who I am.Галинаhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15574721341439857708noreply@blogger.comBlogger2291100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213801016308289029.post-42809007194674798982012-01-29T06:10:00.000-08:002012-01-29T06:10:51.040-08:00

"Cuando se olvida el Tao, florece el deber y la moral" Tao Te Ching, verso XVIII Dice Richard Wilhelm, en el prólogo de su famosa traducción del Tao Te Ching: "La moral es-y por lo tanto la cultura también- un síntoma de decadencia, de desvío de lo real, de la evidencia viva natural". Dice el Tao que por la moral se hacen los hombres ridículos, andan de puntillas, se rodean de toda clase de

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Recuerdo las palabras de un sureño, durante la Guerra de Secesión "no voy a la guerra por defender la esclavitud, voy a la guerra porque ellos no tienen derecho a decir cómo he de vivir". Y practicamente, por decir eso, a los sureños se les llamó "Rebeldes". Desde ahí, ser un rebelde es ser un renegado, un paria, un intransigente que va en contra del viento. Osea, que tener ideas propias y luchar

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Cada uno puede encontrarle sentido a la vida. Los filósofos más avezados, dicen que la vida no tiene sentido. Los taoístas afirman, que el sentido de la vida es no tener ningún propósito ni intención, es decir la vida es en sí misma, y no depende para nada de nuestra intervención. Y quizá sea cierto. Uno de los vicios de la sociedad es habernos hecho creer que somos unos seres harto especiales,

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Antes de la internet, los celulares, y los antediluvianos beepers, las comunicaciones eran mucho más racionales. Ahora, si bien, a veces es indispensable llevar un celular y avisar media hora antes, que no llegarás a una cita y no dejar esperando con el corazón roto al amante de turno, ya la cosa se ha tornado demencial. Hay gente que carga varios celulares de diferentes compañías de servicio,

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No pues, no todo va dentro de la misma sopa. Cada plato se come por separado y, lo más importante, voluntariamente. Es un error común, y quizá adrede por algunos intereses, meter en el mismo saco el anarquismo y el terrorismo y/o violencia "pol pot". Creo imprescindible que, antes que la internet se vaya al carajo, y que SOPA se adueñe de nuestras libertades, se den una vueltita por Wikipedia,

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La gente está muy preocupada en ser competitivo, pues ello les da la ilusión de "ganar". Ganarle al otro, ganar premios, ganar recompensas; incluso creen que pueden ganar dignidad. Las religiones más antiguas y los pensamientos filosóficos orientales, no promueven la competencia ni las ansias de poder, sino, mas bien, la serena aceptación de los eventos tal y como ocurren, sin interferencia

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El fatídico viernes 13 tiene una historia triste y cruel detrás, no se trata de fantasmas, zombies, brujas ni hombres lobo sino de intolerancia, prejuicios e intereses monetarios: ¿alguna semejanza con las injusticias de hoy en día? En fin, les dejo la tarea para que averiguen por sí mismos de qué se trata. Palabra clave: Gran Maestre Jacques de Molay. Un viernes 13, un mártir trascendió a la

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Soñé que te había conocido: llegaste sereno y decidido, pero sin prisa. No pediste nada, entonces yo sólo te amé. "Hay tiempo", me dijiste, mientras me tomabas de la mano y me llevabas contigo por doquier. No te fuiste. No había nadie más bello que tú, así, dejé que me comprendieras, no dije nada, no hubo necesidad; ¡te quedaste! (Siempre me duele despertar.)

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POEMITA                                                          Cuando el último zar (Tsar) se asoleó en las islas griegas no imaginó que yo lo sabía; lo seguí discretamente y lo amé desde mi escondite. Lo olí de cerca lo atisbé de lejos. Me apropié de él y de su mirada. Luego dejé que me descubriera y no se resistió a apoderarse de mí. Esta historia aún no acaba y ciertas partes

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Bueno, el nuevo año, el tan temido, ése que nos traerá desgracia, desolación y tristeza. Siempre he pensado que el tiempo es relativo, es una concepción inventada por los humanos para situarse en algún punto de su existencia. ¿Por qué 2012 sería diferente de 2014 ó 2000, ó 1314? Si hay algo que es cierto, es que los humanos estamos despedazando y ahogando las virtudes del Planeta Tierra, y parece

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In English!

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Probablemente sea esto lo último que escriba este año. Sin ningún propósito, quizá uno escondido, hay cosas para decir pero no le veo el sentido, sin embargo héme aquí haciéndolo. No estoy segura de saber qué palabras usar. Quizá ya lo he dicho todo y sólo me esté repitiendo; como una vieja noria, sin principio, sin final. Me gustaría escribir un párrafo bien gordo, consistente, profuso en

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in russian!

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"¿A dónde iríamos a parar si todo el mundo fuera libre de cruzar a su antojo el himalaya? ¿Qué ocurriría en realidad en semejante caso? Pues esto: Un hombre introduciría en el país un vehículo de ruedas que, tarde o temprano, vendría a suplir la conducción a espaldas de hombres, sustiyendo también al yac; siguiendo las huellas del primero, otro extranjero armado con una jeringuilla de penicilina,

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He vuelto del Infierno. Fui por voluntad propia. ¡Pero me han echado! Dicen que soy demasiado radical, ¿se puede ser demasiado radical?; quizá fue un eufemismo para xxx... Yo no puedo evitar ser radical, o poeta, o dragón, no puedo evitar se quien soy, a menos que fuera Otra. Pero siempre seré yo. ¡Me dan asco! ¡Me enferman! Mejor me voy a casa de Bilibín.

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En un país que fuera pequeño, y pocos sus habitantes. Los utensilios que multiplican la fuerza del hambre no se utilizarían. El pueblo daría importancia a la muerte, y no viajaría a lugares lejanos. Y aunque hubiera barcos y carros, no habría nadie que viajara en ellos. Y aunque hubieran tanques y armas, nadie las empuñaría. Volvería el pueblo a hacer nudos en cuerdas. A endulzar sus comidas, a

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I learned that the purpose of life is to not have any purpose; so, the troubles and the joys, are mere illusions. Once you understand it that way, trouble and joy could be the spice to give it some flavor, that´s it. So, running away from trouble, and pursuit of happiness is really a way to go to confusion and chaos.

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¿Qué es El Fin Del Mundo? Para algunos, es el fin de lo conocido como "mundo". Para otros es un desastre apocalíptico mismo Hollywood. Para otros es un castigo. Para mí es imprescindible: Se acaba el maldito mundo y ya no tengo que pagar más impuestos, ni ponerme histérica cuando me va a venir la regla, ni triste cuando no me quieres. Tampoco tengo que viajar dolorosamente en los micros malvados

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&v=X69n13xhbO8

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What the heck is going on with me? My heart is beating fiercely and I didn´t know I was alive... Some love is escaping from me !? I wonder what other mysteries are hidden inside... Flowers, poems, tears, colours; you bet I reckon.

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No matters where you are, you always can dream.

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And here issss: She. The one misunderstood. The one who talk in riddles (no wonder she is misunderstood). The one who flyes in dreams. The one who live in dreams. Beyond the mountains she plays, she acts like a paesant, never a queen... In dreams everything is possible even the impossible, numbers are letters, voices are colors, elephants are rhinos, and the ocean is pink. But her guy is always

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A little cabin in the woods or by the sea, my books, a bed, a fireplace, a rocking chair, and a couple of  windows, to look through when you come...  Sometimes.

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I can hear whisperings in the breeze. Once I thought were talking to me, caressing me and telling me stories from far lands. Whispers that became a voice, a song, and a beg; a beg for not forgetting it, for remember it. Since then I listen carefully, eventhough the breeze didn´t speak much lately. But I guess that I´ll always be in tune.

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я меня зовут Галина. Я люблю Россия. Я люблю Саша Пишкин рассказ. Евгени Онегин мои друг. ps. I´m learning russian, this are my first written words!

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I have noticed that evey time I buy something that is not strictly necessary, I can have it for months or years without using it, wearing it or eating it. And the few things I always use, are the only ones I use until gets finished, or obsolete. Now I´m more sure that the need for having or get or buy things, is not natural for me. This world is weird. Indeed I don´t fit in. I wonder why I´m here

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I have wings to fly until reach the moon, and beyond, because I´m a dragon: and dragons fly. I have flippers to dive under the seven seas and the other world seas, because I´m a dragon and dragons can swim. I have flames in my heart to burn and melt what is frozen, because I´m a dragon and dragons do burn. I have a tail to hold an anchor, and stay when I sleep, because I´m a dragon and dragons

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Though, they have armor and weapons, no one displays them.Tao Te Ching verse LXXX More I think, less I know;and it hurts because I needa reason, a meaning to keep on.My needs are my curse. Today a man of peace died.Horribly murdered,no answers of why. Only emptinessin this enormity of cruelty.I want to be blind and deaf.I want my heart stop to feel too. I´m a lightning rodbecause I´m just a

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The man is too bigthe man is too strongDire Straits We are actually weak.Litttle spots of dustin the vast universe. Our pride makes usbelieve in our power,but we are powerless. Modesty needs to be the rule,to getone world in harmony. What we are doingis not working...And you know the consequences.Return to your valleys and your farms. 

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Poet, поэт... That´s me. I say words, think words, dream words, write words, eat words, play words, ride words, walk words, sing words, kill words; I throw words to the ocean, and float on them...

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 You all insipid, cowardly men ...I tell you,you´ll never dare to approach one feetat the doors of my rooms;and if you do,you will be doomed for the eternity. I never will give my soulto another...as Tatyana,I love a man who despise meand I owe myself to that hatred. You fools, get out of my way,give up already,go in peace.My heart is not a raffle ticket,my graces are not for sale;eventhough, my

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That´s me, I don´t care if you don´t like it!

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more and more if is here or there, today or tomorrow, you or him, black or white; I´m learning to not be myself. Not being myself I suffer less. They will call me wacko, poor her, she lost it... Give her a pill, the medicine of Dr. Hackenbush is the new wonder of the century... A pill against melancholy and ghosts, against my past and your roots, against your memory... doesn´t sound so bad. I

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Move on time. New breezes are calling. I can see a cloud, one way ticket for cloud 9, please. You proved already that I´m the most misfit, the misfitest! Ok, I know in some other place (maybe another dimension) somebody is waiting for me, joyful to keep me... Oh Satan, have mercy on my long misery!

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Hey Gala, what you think about life? Oh, I think life sucks. Really why? Because all the inconsistencies... For example? Humans, suposedely "creatures of god", dedicated to destroy. Well, nobody is perfect, right? They told us we are as perfect as god. Don´t you think that is a lie? Oh yeah, obviously, a lie to make us to do stuff... What kind of stuff? Trying to be perfect for one...achieve, get

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Love as they told us is a lie. Created by the ones who rules society, to make our life bearable, promising us some kind of reward for all our sorrows. But love and society life is not compatible, so besides to fight for survive we also have to fight to get and keep love; it is too much for simple beings like us which are designed to breath and love naturally, not as a consequence of the matter of

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My great grandfather was a 33º mason. My great, great, great grandfather too. Wonder who else? Sometimes we don´t know who we are, despite all what we thought we knew, secrets and silent words surround us. Secret hand shakings, secret paths; family secrets. We would like to believe that there´s beautiful secrets waiting to be founded; treasures, some amazing legend that is kept in our genes. We

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One day when Nangaku came to Baso’s hut, Baso stood up to receive him. Nangaku asked him, “What have you been doing recently?” Baso replied, “Recently I have been doing the practice of seated meditation exclusively.” Nangaku asked, “And what is the aim of your seated meditation?” Baso replied, “The aim of my seated meditation is to achieve Buddhahood.” Thereupon, Nangaku took a roof tile

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You´ll never gonna understand... probably me neither. It is too late. If I could only stop to dream. This dark dungeon is my home now. Echoes from the past can´t pick me up from the long falling; long. There´s certain paths somebody never should walk, but my feet are stubborn. No warning signal kept me safe. One can´t escape fate. Nobody dies the night before. It is in the blood, a mix of

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Memories of me lingers still, and yet I have gone. I remain. I simple may be a single drop of rain. A tear. Always apart always one; time means nothing while I´m still haunting, the same old places we wrote together. In the breeze, howlin or whispering, breathing, not being, forgotten and dismissed; I will be there. I remain.

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The darkness seems deeper, infinite. Like that stroll we never walked. A path that I don´t walk anymore; it has no end, and the ghosts from the past came to haunt me; came to stay. My soul is sore, my heart barely beats, who is this demon tempting me with my destruction? Oh yeah, I know you Madian, you want me to be your bride, would you get me? You were once a kaiser now you eat me, butching me

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Copper. Gold. Emerald. Rocks with life inside. Can you feel it? A heart beating inside my heart, beating together...

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In Dreams by Roy Orbison A candy-colored clown they call the sandman Tiptoes to my room every night Just to sprinkle stardust and to whisper "go to sleep everything is all right." I close my eyes, then I drift away Into the magic night I softly sway A silent pray like dreamers do. Then I fall asleep to dream my dreams of you. In dreams I walk with you  in dreams I talk to you. In dreams you’re

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"When one is anxious only to live, he easily, in this solicitude, forgets the enjoyment of life. If his only concern is for life, and he thinks "if I only have my dear life," he does not apply his full strength to using, i. e., enjoying, life." Max Stirner “You must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment.” Henry David Thoreau “Property is theft”

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Everything is alredy "written in the sky", there´s no way around; what it has to be it´ll be, then there´s no room for irrational fears. Neither our will nor our efforts to change our destiny will make us to achieve what we wish; and not all what we wish should be achieved. It is better to stay still, either in the middle of natural life flow or, in the consequences of humans mistakes, to

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Tintin my friend. Companion. Brother. Savior. Flesh. Tree. Star. Pal. Me.

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I is not who I am. My name it isn´t either. Nor my profession or my skills. There´s no label to describe me. No image to descipher me. I am you.

Галинаhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15574721341439857708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213801016308289029.post-18821470911174326852011-05-26T08:37:00.000-07:002011-05-26T08:40:01.403-07:00

"well I´m sick of potential, I´m sick of vanity now; I´m sticking on essential reality now"                                                                                                                           Solid Rock - Dire Straits essential reality...really??

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Я люблю тебя, принцесса Галина. Отдых, перейдите на равнинах, где никто не найдет.

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Alone and together, almost perceptible. Just close your eyes. My path is singular and mythical, years in chains finally I´m free. I´m rushing to die, wait for me.

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"It is quite usual for us to gather pieces of information from various sources, thinking in this way to increase our knowledge. Actually, following this way we end up not knowing anything at all." Shunryu Suzuki

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Caucasian prairies saw us chanting. Frozen Steppes kept our path. It´s been so long since then... Beautiful Prince Ivan, how many more tales I have to write to reach you? That last kiss you gave me, is not the last one, isn´t...?

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You own your life.

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Who am I? You think that I don´t know what you are thinking; and that is a lie. Forty centuries are looking at us, watching at us; and that is a lie. Poor Danton´s, poor naive´s...they were down with Bonaparte; and that is a lie. Believe or not believe, is that the question?; and that is a lie. You´ll never know what is the truth, because your mind is too narrow and your fears too big, and that

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Tip toe to not wake up the bear inside. Let your soul yearn, surely he will hear it. Making a harmony singing out of tune; all together now dropping out some blues. All together now...

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Same old faces, same old tune... Same lies, same you. Hundred million people walking cheap, hundred million more following it. Time to fly, soft and freely, letting the wind the fate purchase: I laugh, I river, I monk, I shiver, I write, I maid, I shrine, I lay... and then I rest.

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In the sunset of my life, I must say: I lived. Isn´t that all what I should say?

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I followed you with a tired step; knowing we were going to nowhere. Then I stopped...

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Hoy no hay mucho nuevo por decir. La imbecilidad del mundo es la misma, pareciera que aumenta pero en realidad es que ha tomado derroteros y nuevos disfraces; redes sociales y complejos aparatos modernos, que como decía Fedor "si tiene más de 6 teclas es diabólico", diversifican colorida y divertidamente, nuestra virtud humana más patente: sí, la imbecilidad. El mundo está patas arriba y se va a

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Holy Saturday 2011, 4:04 pm Dear God, you know that I´m not a religious person but a spiritual one. I always chat with you, and offer you what I am,  my faults, my virtues, my life, even my will. Today I can see world´s levels of evil rising, minute after minute, people only thinking in themselves and their immediate needs satisfied, not caring how many are leaving behind; and those many are

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We are even.

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the trouble I see... We born alone we die alone. We are lucky if just one person cares; you are blessed if someone loved you-even once. There were never more to get. The rest are just illussions.

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Isn´t useless? Isn´t impossible? Isn´t wet? Isn´t radical? Isn´t stupid? Isn´t wasted? Isn´t fake? Isn´t paradoxical? Isn´t predictable? Isn´t impractical? Isn´t despicable? Isn´t broke already? So, why fight it?

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How many times I´ll wake up to find your pillow untouched? Many times, since you won´t come back. My sweet desert king,  I see that unshape of yours, blurry, and some kind of scent of your presence, tells me is you; you come to me riding that black horse I want to ride too-  finally I´m on it and I´m leaning on your back, eagerly holding your warmth: then I cry, because I realize I´m dreaming

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What if I kiss the sky, what if I rock that dance, what if I take that path, what if I don´t smile, what if I give up, what if I get tired, what if I resist myself, what if I regret, what if I lay down, what if I don´t care a damn, what if I do...?

Галинаhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15574721341439857708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213801016308289029.post-33111460005519714882011-04-09T06:16:00.000-07:002011-04-09T06:16:28.944-07:00

I saw you oncein a dream.Never forgottenyour imagehaunted me. Ahmed, Ahmed,I whispereddream after dream playing hide and seek;sometimes I want to be awake,mostlyI can´t wait to be asleep. Both know it´s just a dream;the most beautiful of all.

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Gender:  male Characteristics: loving, funny, honest, sedated Requirements: to not tell me what to do, how should I act, or how should I think or feel Banned: jerks and you

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Blah, blah, bleuh. Does matter what I say? Should I say it? Matters if I say it? Sometimes is better to shut up.

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That I was there, with you.

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I have no name,no past, no task.  I have no country, I belong to no time. I´m not woman, daughter or mother. I´m not that poet, nor that wife. Ego sum qui sum, who? I am who I am, and not being, then I am.

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AgartthaManifiesto Anarquista IntroducciónDe Democracia y Sociedad Aunque no soy muy adepta a las introducciones pues me gusta ir de frente al grano, haré una excepción; no se admire el lector al encontrar contradicciones en éste u otros párrafos, es bien sabido que un buen anarquista es especialista en demoler estructuras, incluso las propias. A lo largo de los siglos, el ser humano se ha

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I chase autumm and I do grant the insolence of it`s winds.I`ll always be a autumm capita,which with a secret longing,pretend to have reached it.

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has in common, Sting, The Little Prince, Tintín, Lao-Tsé and Chris Sarandon?All they went to my Birthday :D

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If I told you what it takesto reach the highest high,you´d laugh and say ´nothing´s that simple´.But you´ve been told many times before,Messiahs pointed to the door,and no one had the guts to leave the temple!I´m Free The Who And freedom tastes of reality... (Isn´t that what I always say???) But also you are free of be who you are;I just rather to be free.

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When I thought you couldn´t be more arsehole, you tricked me, you little rascal you.

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In ancient times, the happiest ones, God was a woman.  Women were respected, loved and cherised. They were godess but at the same time fragil and vulnerable, so men decided to take care of them, in return women would be fertil and giving. Now, we are not only by ourselves taking care of men, children and work, but we aren´t respected anymore, we became in second class citizens with less rights

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What would happen if suddenly you stop to need? Probably you would be in peace. But, could you keep it that way, or inevitable there´s always something you need to have, to satisfy...? Attachments are the worse reasons to do something. Attachments are the worse motivation to feel; to be honest with your intentions will lead you to see the wrongs on you and stop to focus in others. Living is

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To my beloved Milou (RIP)  "Sometimes we may bow to cats and dogs."Shunryu Suzuki

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Four winds, are singing; exalted my heart embrace the tune. Tears of joy.

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What are this illuminations? Now that I know how the stone feels, I´m hoping secretely, the stone to know how I feel.

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I stopped my steps under the shade of a mulberry tree. The cool shadow made me feel invulnerable. I thought nothing would hurt me; not even your silence. It was a magical moment; but naive.

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Patillo, Patillo, my brother...

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Dimensions of reality. Is this real, or it was?Maybe never happened;or just happened in your mind.In my mind.In ours.

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El amor romántico, parece que no es otra cosa que una proyección de nosotros mismos. Por lo tanto, el objeto de nuestro amor es sólo un deseo narcisístico que necesita ser satisfecho. Sin saberlo, rebajamos a la otra persona, al nivel de ser el mero acompañante de nuestras carencias emocionales- qué indigno suena. ¿Amamos a la otra persona como nos amamos a nosotros mismos? Pero mira qué lindo,

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"Dmitry Medvedev submitted to the State Duma for ratification the Agreement between the Government of the Russian Federation and the Government of the United States of America on Transit of Weapons, Military Equipment, Military Assets and Personnel via Russian Federation Territory in Connection with Participation by Armed Forces of the United States of America in Efforts to Maintain Security,

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Entre chien et loup -That kid who killed 6 people the other day, how come their parents never noticed that he is emotionally ill?-How thin is the line between the fantasy and reality?-How much of that fantasy we are willing happily accepting instead to look harder in our own faults?-People do choose to live in madness?-People that is crazy knows that is crazy?-If you know that somebody acts

Галинаhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15574721341439857708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213801016308289029.post-82658279513925120502011-01-11T09:04:00.000-08:002011-01-11T09:04:18.147-08:00

Behind his stepthere´s no trace.He is a dragon,they say.(They don´t know,but what´s new about that?) I met him once,in the bottom of his cruet only tears I found; I drank. Now I´m part Hermit myself, fading, showing just enough and going back to my radical mercuryforever each time. She is a dragon,they think of me;quietly my heart smiles.

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Nobody knowshow to be a sorcerer anymore.Where are those nice spells,that leaves you breathlessturned into stone? Where there is a good potionthere is love,the adagio says. And you smashed fennel and laurel in the stone mortar, with a pinch of lotus; you knew I would fell for you. Times beneath the stone;ancient megaliths, my bones.Little megalith, myself.

Галинаhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15574721341439857708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213801016308289029.post-45144693186847957052011-01-05T16:50:00.000-08:002011-01-05T16:50:41.585-08:00

I have this vague memory;almost a misty visionof my feet on sandals,walking stone brick roadsin a renegade step;almost a dance,going miles and milesfrom me to you.

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I beg forgiveness to The Earth for destroy her. For insult her. For contempt her. For no be thankful. For take her for granted. I know that under the ground, she is alive, but nobody notices it. And we kill her over and over each time she revives. For greedy reasons, we impede her to breathe, totally oblivious about her essence of living thing, we just appropriated of her innocence and kindness

Галинаhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15574721341439857708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213801016308289029.post-29152732757497365772010-12-31T04:30:00.000-08:002010-12-31T04:33:40.913-08:00

I think this will be the last time I write this year. It has been said in here so many things, also hushed others. We have been hating each other, also loving. Forgiving and regretting. Laughing and crying. Marveling and haunting. Adored and despised... A cumulous of expressions and feelings shared, each one at its own time and ways. So, if there´s one thing to value in this joint about this

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Dear Gala, I have many things to tell you, so probably this won´t be the only letter you will get from me. First of all, I offer my heartfelt apologies. Forgive me for not paying attention to your needs, your sorrows and your wishes. Forgive me for betray you with stupid concessions. I´ve been so busy minding other people´s businesses, that I have forgotten you. I´ve been so busy worrying

Галинаhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15574721341439857708noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213801016308289029.post-44143848342027553752010-12-27T05:10:00.000-08:002010-12-27T06:35:51.902-08:00

When everything is in motionI am eternally in pause.While you doforwards and backwardsI am off already.And yet,we do music anyways. Let it roll.

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Salud to absent friends. Night after night learning from that star, I shine for you. "Beware of the wolf", they say. Don´t listen, wolves are our brothers. "Beware of the werewolf then", the same, werewolf are all of We. Remember, if a wolf stalks you never defend yourself. To do it will be a dishonor. Walk under this moon as a wolf, crave for those steppes, and keep on as a werewolf. I´ll be

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Erase all that weed and plow the field for the new harvest... Move that big rock and make an idol of it, I´ll dance around it and you will laugh; then I will make love to you. We´ll have joy this time. My pagan blood revives; like it did before, like a million times, like reborning. A new cycle starts and the moon will rise again, like all those million times, when you said you wanted me and I

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 *A wormwood party with Rimbaud.*A piece of meteorite.*A young Jean Louis Trintignant.*An affaire with Sasha Pushkin.*Another affaire with Ivan Bilibin. *A backstage pass for Jimmy Page´s dressing room.*A drum set. *A tea party with Lao-Tzu.*A hauberk.*A trip to Jupiter (one way ticket).*A touch of your hands.

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I don´t want it anymore.

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Hush, hush, there there,just breathe...The moon againwill rise still.

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Doing stupid things to keep up with  the world´s speed, is useless.Cook for my loved ones is essential...

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