"Remembered and longings the old 2010 "
" Αυτό που δεν με σκοτώνει με κάνει πιο δυνατό "
"
kill me strengthens me
Friday, December 31, 2010
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" What does not kill me makes me stronger " "Tot allo not kill em fa més fort Em"
Desembre Divendres 31 2010
Friday, 31 December 2010
Παρασκευή 31 Δεκεμβρίου 2010
31 Aralık 2010 Cuma
-feira Dezembro 31
2010
IMAGE OF THE DAY ___ ___ "At Palacet Albéniz Barcelona 26/12/2010 (Photo: Enric) -i gràcies pel magnífic Passeig Pere! -
...
___ Remembered and longings, 2010
___
End the year 2010 ... this horrible, this disappointing year 2010, more than a year seemed a curse, the dark and devastating effect of an evil eye or a simple demonstration that, at the level of the perishable and at least one is, of all all, the trifle insurmountable. ends with the bag dismantled, hitting hard job insecurity (as a hit
of the Beatles back in the 60's) and the absence of the departed, leaving us in the abandonment and most unfathomable sadness ...
And is this a tribute to all those that fate decided to take elsewhere, whether geographical or mystical form from now on in our memories, our memory and, still, forever, concerning our short lives, minimum and where there are perishable. Desembre Divendres 31 2010
Friday, 31 December 2010
Παρασκευή 31 Δεκεμβρίου 2010
31 Aralık 2010 Cuma
-feira Dezembro 31
2010
IMAGE OF THE DAY ___ ___ "At Palacet Albéniz Barcelona 26/12/2010 (Photo: Enric) -i gràcies pel magnífic Passeig Pere! -
...
___ Remembered and longings, 2010
___
End the year 2010 ... this horrible, this disappointing year 2010, more than a year seemed a curse, the dark and devastating effect of an evil eye or a simple demonstration that, at the level of the perishable and at least one is, of all all, the trifle insurmountable. ends with the bag dismantled, hitting hard job insecurity (as a hit of the Beatles back in the 60's) and the absence of the departed, leaving us in the abandonment and most unfathomable sadness ...
I now kiss the warm cheeks of the departed in the boat with the coin in the mouth to open Charon the light of eternity placid. And I wish, in this moment of impasse fictional take time to savor in my mind the time of these lives, lived or sustained, Ganymede give nectar to the gods pedestrian drink each day. Valga
this song, as sweet tears of Orpheus, to extract its stubborn determination to oblivion and that evil that leads nowhere, "to kima kima (in waves), towards extinction. Serve as a prayer or as the Delphic smooth transit of echo, slow whisper of dry leaves swept away by soft wind from the Mediterranean or the combined voice of a choir singing a pastoral Angelus beachfront, serve, say, to the threefold denial of Peter, Iblis stoning in Mina or the taking of Constantinople whatever is in the mathematics nothing in the hollow of a rough boulder rushing down a well on the back of the Skin a sacrificial lamb in the certain death that rides the pale horse.
Sea, thus making this song the feeling that comes clear when the soul, from the carved out of Mount Ararat, he decides to give in to tears and the longing to know, definitively known amputee, forever surrendered to the evidence that we are nothing without being truly mind. And now, leaning tower, wayward pawn and bitter battle angel of those who wait, look at the blue horizon of the sea as beautiful and prego my nails will cross the singing dark prison of the past and do not forget get to Thanatos, to be with others, sitting on a rock face the beach of my desires.
To settle this, my old balance of 2010, DESO also to sing his vero justice are, remember and get used to the sea of \u200b\u200bfriends arrived, as I looked up ailing boat sideways at this port, provided the most tortured, beaten by winds. Take, then, for, in honor and real gesture of gratitude (for the patience and endurance made the often unholy, clean and jerk of my insanity transitional) to publish the letter all of Lluís Llach is also in the Portuguese language translation (I hope the natives know to look with eyes full of bounties) arrived here with such force that one, linking with the times dominated by Persephone, is crossroads in history, no longer own father but also to see that Catalan, Portuguese, Greek, Turkish, French, Italian, English or English will, for the times of the time, layers of onion bosphoriana and therefore of myself.
Hand on heart, slam! ,
السلام بكم
, peace for all of them that they are that y los están, en otra dimension, vera en la nuestra the prow of her ship.
___Núvol
blanc / White Cloud___ "Senzillament se'n va la vida, i arriba
/ Simply la vida part, and comes /
a ball as the wind unravels,
, / We are actors sometimes spectators to come back, /
viewers to veces, senzillament res i with itself, it life ens dona i pren paper.
/ and not simply
me, life gives and takes away the paper. Serenament l've quan about a selected, over, / serenely when the wave arrives,
ends,
i pots, en el let himself win, began. / and maybe when outdone,
begins.
La enamorada platja / Beach enamored
sap in hopes l'Llarga / not know the long wait
bout i els arms in fos cas, about a selected volgués l'Avui's fall. / and opens his arms,
would not be the case, the wave oje want to stay. Així names, I let you in deixis; / Only then, I'll let
leave,
names així, et let plowing on deixis. / only so, you leave me now
leave.
Jo tinc, per a tu, en el niu un arbre my / I have for you, a nest in
my tree
nuvole un blanc i, d penjat 'algun white. / and a white cloud hung
some wool.
Very white ... / muito branch ...
Often when the sun declines the look. / É quando Frequently one or
it declines to Olhao.
He pesarós knows that if you decrease the estimates. / Ele, saddened, knows that it
mengua, it AMAS.
sometimes arrive late / Chegamos afternoon às times
without knowing that sometimes / not know what to veces
el fragile art d'un senzill management, podria tell you that ... / the fragile art of a simple
gesture, you could say that ... Names així, I let you in on deixis; / Only then I let myself
go;
així names, let et plowing on deixis. / so alone, I leave you now
leave me.
Jo tinc, Per a tu, en el niu un arbre my / I have for you, a nest in
my tree
i nuvole un blanc d'algun penjat white. / and a white cloud hung
some wool.
Molt blanc ... / Very white ...".
. . .
What Tengan, ustedes, un año 2011 y que prosperous las buenas y que vengan cosechas la mar les su fruit to quench el hambre del mundo, y que the fight (Our Struggle) go ahead with determination to finish, a damn time, with the injustice of the powerful in the world ...
iyi bir yeni
YIL 2011!
Ευτυχισμένο το νέο 'ε τος 2011! !
سنة جديدة سعيدة
berri on! Good novo year 2011!
Buen año nuevo! Felice anno nuovo 2011!
Bonne année 2011! Bon any nou 2011!
Hasta el próximo 2011!
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