sometimes the wind blows against progress and costs us forward as we would like. health, work, things of life can also team up to create problems and obstacles trouble. then we can only adapt our way and if this is necessary, stop our steps, find a safe haven and make a quiet stop along the way to assume that the course set must be addressed now in a different way. surprises life offers us every day and what seems to make things difficult can be an opportunity to correct course and take new forces, renewing hopes, our dreams resume and follow the path with an impulse back to our destination. VK
Fallow: 1) field left fallow for a year or more, to rest. State of the field: Be [Getting] fallow. 2) Campo and carved to grow in it. (Diccionario María Moliner. Volume I pg. 345. Madrid, Ed Gredos, 1983)
swallowed up and buried under an eternity rock and earth into a prison hot and humid , spent many days without knowing what was happening outside and yet they never stopped
the distress and invasion of despair.
only seventeen days after endless
they finally reached the light, a glimmer of hope beautiful and turned an entire country for them, to save the dreams and future thirty-three families shaken by what could be a tragedy, but eventually became a miracle.
anxious waiting in the end, a few hours longed embrace my soul flies to Chile, the homeland sister my whole being vibrates with the desire that everything ends
with fortune and that those strong men recover his family, his country, his joy, their dreams, their hope and their hope. VK
The wind blows and whistles through the branches, the storm rages, the rain falls like a blanket
takes dust of the roads and flooded everything. The roar of the storm stubborn is inserted through the doorways and through doors and walls of houses.
A temporary overwhelmed me violent and stirred the soul, within the same time, a hurricane consists of memories and fragments lost my dreams, a storm that floods the feeling like rain and storm soaked fields, roads and winds. VK
This is to ... this is to ... that's all, folks. Music for a strike
Federico de Madrazo y Kuntz (1815-1894). Portrait of Doña Amalia de Llano and Dotres,
Countess Vilches. 1853. Museo del Prado. Madrid.
With these kind and gentle words of Porky ended fifteen minutes of the only cartoons, black and white of course, casting on TV during my childhood. And now I come to the hair.
And yes, that's all, folks. Is that the thing does not anymore. I'm tired, very tired. Variations will close its doors. I do not know whether temporarily or permanently. Anyway, you know that as a change of mind all too frequently, you two days to give me for posting an entry. You never know, because the night is often a bad adviser to make decisions and I do not know if I last that I drink a lot or not. I'm afraid it is going to last. And because of this blog have excessive weight (as owner), which opens wrong and takes long to load (as owner), I thought that is the best time for a lengthy parentheses.
So Fafnir no longer has to work overtime to tell the happy holiday in Britain, no longer laugh Fasolt thank the Countess or walk sigh behind her in the halls and it will bring them no ill bring to their frivolity and excellence at all times. You see, I love the countess. Remember that the character came among them and little by little and I liked it, I really like. Represented everything that I would have liked to be and I was not as she had everything that I was missing: beauty, continuous smile, enviable character, brilliant, seductive eyes, a beautiful turquoise blue dress and all attractive in the world, apart from a lot of exhausted fans to their feet and hands. And he needed all that to me too well: years kilos and sorrows. Never I thought she did not expect it. I had fun and we enjoyed almost everyone. But I think it's time to let it rest. Because the slopes of the Countess not always hide things beautiful. Sometimes there misery. Also, I can not complain. The Countess Amalia, died at age 52 and I have 53, so take a tip.
And look, I'm already tired of them I have to watch that for holes that open and close, the lack of laughter and tears. It's over. My psychiatrist will be happy to have me in his office again and as he paid and it is their duty, shall the only one who is going to swallow the tantrums, the bad llantinas and rolls. I will not use this blog as psychotherapy or bored, sad or worry again. No sir.
I'm not home, even in my city or province. So it will be much easier. I repeat that I do not know if it is final or not but, of course, is a goodbye.
And as Haydn 45 of the same goes for a hole that for a split and as bad music is not to say goodbye, with her and Madrazo's portrait made and the Countess of Vilches ; I leave. J.
Haydn (1732-1809). Symphony No. 45 in F sharp minor, Hob. I/45. 1772. Abschiedssymphonie ( symphony of "Farewell" ). New Year's Concert Vienna 2009. Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra. Director. Daniel Barenboim
