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caloric intake liquid Fasting: 700 pts [juices, teas, wines]

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300 to 500 cal : 450 pts

500 to 700 cal: 400 pts

700 to 900 cal: 350 pts 900-1000

cal: 300 pts

1000 to 1500 cal: 250 pts

1500 to more lime

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fluid intake

1 liter: 30 pts 2 liters

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4 liters: 240 pts

Over 5 Litres: 300 pts

Activity

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5 min: 25 pts ·

10 min: 35 pts ·

15 min: 45 pts ·

20 min: 55 pts

Cardiovascular ·

15 min: 50 pts ·

30 min: 80 pts ·

1 hour: 160 pts ·

1 ½ hours: 200 pts ·

More than 2 hrs. : 300 pts

Staff ·

Facial [home or in the spa]: 100 pts ·

buy anything [obviously not food x)]: 100 pts ·

Sleep 8 or more hours: 100 pts ·

Grooming [ makeup, hair, etc.] just to be good: 100 pts ·

Relax and meditate [min. 30 min]: 100 pts

Other ·

laxatives No: 100 pts per day ·

not binge and then use to MIA: 100 pts ·

Sending report on time: 50 pts

Monica Roccaforte Story

many things last night: D aver q q

As I write this I am happy I LOVE MY ESPOOOSA is the world's cutest love her love her love truly is the best q
has happened to me in my real world of Santiago de chile far away from my wife and my enchanted world full of happiness and perfection I alone against the world I do not think that will change but I can try to be happy in my fantasy world but always try to ruin me
On this night just thinking about how I would if it were an ANA with pants worn properly and not a goddamn traitor like me who go and then I go back crying and asking for help ... I also think mine is the worst q q has happened to me my worst enemy x t have had many problems and have not helped in anything ... x your guilt betray girls q xq only ana know qq your going to help the damn IDIOOOTA I HATE MIA nunuuunca

PART BY MY LOVING MY WIFE STILL THE BEST IN THE WORLD SHE IS THE CENTER OF MY FANTASY WORLD WHERE WE ALL WANT TO SEE EXACTLY HOW AND EVERYTHING IS PERFECT

I think this is so filthy I have some X years (I'm too young: B) and I am Ana in letters I admit (auch wata blew me XD)
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Cuz I do not mind it and do it for my solo kiero me beautiful for my dress and be a beautiful cheerleader as the U.S. despite a feather

: D be beautiful and flexible
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psychology-what it is I love you amanda

stupid-I do not hate you: G-noo


Amandita not tell me that that's bad for both .....


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ke ch xq this is sooo dificel think one of these days all come to an end is to be nice q if q I have to die so I will not accept most anything xq
today I'm happy xq iwal did not eat anything in my brother's kumple
food out of the field in I'm very unhappy at the emotional level
'm worse xq no one and nothing makes me happy
xq the world is not made for me and I know, but dear God no xq xq xq ke ke is what happens xq no mim1000 achievement to be accepted: (

good order q I recognize I'm bisexual: D

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fondly for ana:)


my girl anitaaaa porphyry really you are my friend I have falladfo a thousand times that I always return to your desperate ty's why I allude q te kiero deverdad You're just so much better: D I will not let you down again as I have done so often this is I will be definitely no more strict and disciplined livertinaje I'll be good to see me beautiful on the day of the event and you'll be my best company that day by xq t ana I shall have become pretty good to be friends after a long wait time remoteness q this last i do not fail you again: D
adios!

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Baffling empty:

Excuse me, do not write your name in capital letters, but as I understand his own meaning is hollow, vain, with the hollowness of a whole or piece of something that lived in my being, let alone what it means to you, when a member, part of the body's internal or external body holding me, is cut off, what remains then is another gap. On the outside may create simulators, devices rebuild, but within a one knows for certain that the gap persists.
But this is not that I worry, or lose sleep, and it saddens me, I live for it. The vacuum drop my existence in the ether of my being, is a vacuum with no name and all names, is the depth of feeling, feeling no basis whatsoever, is the feeling of sadness in intimate solitude, no mirrors, no words .
causing you the tears that spring in my silences, my walking slow, heavy, sad and lost my eye on the horizon that flies before my eyes.
not recognize me who I know and love, do not recognize myself in not even know me and love me in spite of efforts not to faint.

you, sir empty adjective that does not contain anything that disturbs my autumn winter.
would be ungrateful if I love not having to fill out, but, the elusive, which left at a bend in the road, pierced my soul and took my time.

I just want to say, nothing more I can express. Will be a state, a thorn in what we do not know exists and we call soul. Will happen in the troubles.

of you, without wishing to remain in my target, I

, who stretched their hands to an empty space without you.

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ground or a blanket of sea. Perhaps a beam

sky or a quiet stream,

overwhelmed,
in a river of foam.

I'm so into what I am,
that dreams are lost in the warhead
the horizon,
that life escapes me
in the lives of others because others

those living me.

I

these words,
this letter that I write a verse or lost


hanging on your lips or on her lips

or his.

I, that I am:
a piece of something, a little
me a lot about you

and sailing
nothing in the silence of the soul. I am a woman

neither good nor bad,

saint or profligate sinner or redeemed

,

simply

'm being ... what I am.

Yo. Esmeralda

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Day: September 21
Ejerciicios: 255pts
Fasting: 0 pts [only if you fast fill it]
caloric intake: 400 pts [fill it only if you ate]
líqidos Intake: 30 pts Personal
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Others:
200pts Total: 1085pts

September .. up: D

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not know how this is so hard to control myself

I really feel that I can not stop eating, but not after exercise and not perform is to blame and that does not fill me with joy presisamente as does weight loss simply do not do not know whether to continue or not ..

nose nose nose but I think that the most good is to follow no one but me knows how to value the good look beautiful

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SCORES


Fast liquid caloric intake: 700 pts [juices, teas, wines]
100 to 300 cal: 500 pts 300 to 500 cal
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450 pts 500 to 700 cal: 400 pts 700 to 900 cal
: 350 pts 900 to 1000 cal
: 300 pts from 1000 to 1500 cal
: 250 pts
1500 to more lime: 0 pts

fluid intake
1 liter : 30 pts
2 liters 3 liters
60 pts: 120 pts
4 liters: 240 pts
Over 5 Litres: 300 pts

Physical Activity Stretching

• 5 min: 25 pts
• 10 min: 35 pts
• 15 min: 45 pts
* 20 min: 55 pts
Cardiovascular

• 15 min: 50 pts
• 30 min: 80 pts
• 1 hour: 160 pts
• 1 ½ hours: 200 pts
• More than 2 hrs. : 300 pts
Personal

• Treatment facial [home or in the spa]: 100 pts
· Buy something [obviously not food x)]: 100 pts
· Sleep 8 or more hours: 100 pts
· Fixed [makeup, hair, etc.] just to be good: 100 pts
· Relax and meditate [min. 30 min]: 100 pts

Other
Do not use laxatives: 100 pts per day
Do not binge and then use to MIA: 100 pts
· Sending report on time: 50 pts


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one more day with my friends all denuevo

friends I have left for a long time but I have slowly returned back to you after that atake of lokura I had when I tried clothes ..... never forget that but it does not matter does not matter I aki denuevo after a year I never imagined that you could give me many good feelings of what looooong contrari9o People say the love .. in order to hopefully help me komo as they have always done with all my love for Anita and myself that

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Charter the reason that the heart does not understand

Enigma Reason:

Every day of this life I found myself thinking of you, in Reason, reason, cause, consequences of my actions and feelings. I have engaged in a constant struggle to know if my reasons are valid, true to the events I've done in my life and suddenly I find myself disoriented, without a compass to take me to some safe harbor is that drifting is my boat for some time.

Reason and Seeking define you encounter, what I knew to be you, a Greek discovery, a part of philosophy, the thought of the premises that we considered, the concepts ingrained from generation generation as the basis of family, supporter social rules in geographic space that I have lived; receiving educational policies which have been involved and I gained my full training bases for universal knowledge of culture and the field in a race to follow vocational profession has been "right" for my conduct and livelihood.

I can only assume you are a basis for recognizing and identifying concepts, analyze, question, deduce and induce all that different either those received or I have indeed, to then discover that there are no certainties are such questionable coherence and start to ignore what it seemed a safe way in the ways of living between logic, reason and feeling.

is when I question. The cacarareado said so that "there are reasons that the heart does not understand" is gigantic to me in the fight for knowledge, reason and feel that I have yet another, you or him, can make me look wrong for decades to come of life, not to be so candid, that we should not believe as I believed, that life can be a glass cup exposed to the world, that saying what one thinks or feels without restrictions is a dagger that can returned and injure ruthlessly, because my truth, reasoned and analyzed under the microscope, put into the questionnaire to check on statistics if there are a number of thinking beings with feelings and give birth to the reason I moved, finding accession, reasoning, even more enriching, leave no doubt that if is true that you can go wrong at some point in my great equation of life, I also found identification and "valid reasons to act as I act, almost always." If all this has happened, my question to you, Reason is, why do I feel so bad at this point in my life when I should be enjoying the peace that gives the wisdom of years and go through everything to pass in order to better appreciate the life, to touch the threshold of death?

Returning on writing, perhaps the problem is in the "I have almost always right," because nobody has "absolutely right" that is a fierce arrogance and deception, vicious one's own mind and own mind.

In short, what moves me to write is that for a few days, I am not in the meet for a "reason" to move me with joy to follow here.

With the doubts and confusion of going adrift in the sea of \u200b\u200bexistence,

of you,

I

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letters of love to you I

My sky:

night falls and with it all the gloom and fears accumulated during the day.

uncertain roads, doubts, fear of the unknown, to what we presume are made light and shadows.

Night falls and the pupils try to keep up the image that will shape the dreams: perhaps the flutter of a blue bird, a yellow flower that looks like a sun, a cloud of white, very white ocher chasing the sunset, perhaps, an outstretched hand offering a little or a lot, eyes that watch seems to haunt, or a smile always printed on the face that was eternal.

may also, why not, a mouth that invites the kiss in a silent forest murmur of distant waves in the bowl of a snail.

My love, comes tonight, tonight, I live between the heat-trapping walls and free space comprising life. There comes a moment, feeling that in the hours nones, your skin is the best coat in the morning, the security of your arms and your shoulders do not fall, love, your shoulders, the comfort of a soul stirred by all the fears.

I ask you dream, I dream and I ask in the wake of a new dawn, you're the glare my eyes crave.
Goodnight, my love.

kisses you, who calls you every beat of his heart ... me.

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Letter to My Mother

Beloved, Mama

seem a irony write you this letter, when I live in these times, at home, carve out with my father, preceded in time of farewells always early, always nostalgic, never fully assumed.

But here I am, faced with this screen, in the shelter of the night and through the music of the rain that refreshes. From here you stand, I can hear your breathing, always with me in early morning insomnia, infinite sadness, of silences and secrets, solitude necessary to not see my eyes full of tears many times.

Because mother cry, I cry for both happen in life the woman who gave birth and is now as old as you. I cry for myself, my mistakes, my pain quiet disguised by smiles. I cry for you because you're an ember that's going extinct, unable to do anything, you, you taught me since I remember in the land, never say "I can not" without trying everything. It frustrates me not finding a viable way out of this maze tragic and no return to the steps. Mother hurt me, because I know that time is relentless, is a tyrant who goes counter to what is desired.

But right now, let me tell you how much I love you!, How proud I am to be your daughter, how I've been in the formation of large home instilled into the depths of my being and the being of my brothers.

You look so fragile, so blade and yet you made a very strong, wonderful, because you are a magnificent woman. What my lifetime, I have left, not enough mother, to show, to give back all the love and dedication with which we grew up.

But my soul is contrite, your pain through me, my party pieces every night, when nobody sees me, pick up and rebuilt to not notice (at least the illusion that I have, because you have that magical sixth maternal instinct or tenth all-knowing) the puzzle that I've become.

Mom, I close my eyes and I see you in every stage of life, in every school to learn together from the subjects studied, always sitting beside you, reading you and asking you all. Like a silent movie from quickie, I look to grow in your hand, you knew you had to drop his hand one day with all your fears, anxieties, to fly the nest to do in my own life and place to play. I am still busy mom on your lap when fear to prey on me. Today is my chest that takes you in my arms and you hold.

mom This letter could be very long, however, just want to leave written, published and endorsed the infinite love I have, because as you ... no two. Yes, I know that all children feel the same, or at least should feel. But you're my mother, I know that I have cared and watched for any sign of mine, rather than their own sorrows. I love you mom, bowl of my life, I did muddy ground in the month that brought me to the world. The good that may be on me, I owe to you.

mom I love you and want God to work a miracle to hold, fill you with kisses every day for a long time on the dates written in the final.

Women

wonderful, infinite, mom, blessing!

With all my feel good to you, in the never-fired,

your daughter, the eldest.

I

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Always present Sensuality:

You can sleep any time, may stay sitting on a sofa waiting for the body that was to have a coffee and never returned. Perhaps becoming meantime, go to the races around, make yourself invisible, ethereal skin is always sexy despite the time and the "gravity" freefall-read some parts of the body-drop suffered relentless humans, although we "inflemos" a little and not lust or desire, if not in body mass weight of the "metabolism that changed us" (what an excuse). Anyway, today my dear always dancing and sensuality, are addressed in these letters that you never wrote.

Ay! You're a word that smacks, to utter or write to thousands of images take possession of our minds and makes us greedy, in the wet lips or smile papando flies to a memory, a scent, a squint to remember moments magical and perhaps even to imagine what has happened to those who want everything to happen, having that feeling that there is something you have not lived, that has enjoyed only in fantasy, a metaphor in your empty bed on one side, occupied or in bed, but not wanting the other half.

be sensual is to enjoy the pleasures of the senses, so are a whole, are what we live and incites sexual desire, satisfaction of one of our primal needs and how we need to end to satisfy it, he feels that being infinite pleasure, instinct satisfied, knowing that after a while, "here a remark about the so-called" time "as time is so indefinite that time may be long or short, or eternal or until forever, you know-go, but after a while, I repeat, return an @ to feel the same desire to just satisfy.
I also want to say sensuality, I am very pleased to have name woman, because it precedes the article that sets your gender:.

Do you realize? we faced in duality, the ambiguity that many did not want, however you live in everyone regardless of gender or sexual orientation.

are a marvel, also brings us many times about the "street of bitterness" of desire, either by a touch, a look, a dream, a fantasy, a kiss, a hug that you cherished feel the heat that invades, wearing woman's name because you are female.

Maybe so, turn on so much passion and tenderness mixed in all that you can perceive through the senses of those who never branded as hedonistic, because it seems that the word is strong and labeled as something unhealthy, when the hedonistic lives and survives in each one, just enough to touch the key or right spot to jump. Sure, it includes a healthy sexuality, according to what each person wants to experience or live as adults, without taboos and brake the little word, NO, not given the opportunity to test whether or not the dish like offered. In the young, the discovery makes the life, the most fascinating speculation in the world, come to their ports.

The truth is that for few days I've been thinking a lot about you as well as feeling that life is too short and unpredictable, sometimes the hormones playing out for a walk thought the doors closed with four locks, and you have to live, what we have enjoyed living each moment that memory, the present and the senses alert and not leave us numb.

Yes, my dear Sensuality, suddenly, the body has returned to the couch, not with a coffee, perhaps with an empty cup to fill it with you.

I do not pay, why should it? In many of my letters never say goodbye in this, even less.

I embrace everything that can cover my arms.

Yo.

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Sensuality Letter Letter Letter of Gratitude

My ever loved Gratitude:

I am left alone at home, read a review of many comments written in many parts. In all or almost all "thank you", "grateful (o)", always a reliable word that the "feeling that compels us to estimate the benefit or favor that we have made or wanted to do, and to respond to it somehow. " (RAE). I carry it well, as is defined in the dictionary of the language of the English Royal Academy.

I know you know Gratitude, I have thousands of defects, I tend to be stubborn to the irrational when I feel I have reason and not show me otherwise, I can be "angry" when I feel wound, upset by the actions that hurt me to tears because of the other, I'm human in my gray sides and more so in blacks. But if there's something I recognize unequivocally is not false modesty, that I have you in me, as having the largest savings account in my life.

I am thankful for nature, I give thanks for everything and for nothing. Those who know me know that a God reward you always hanging from my lips, that I give infinite thanks to navigate, because there is nothing more rewarding than to acknowledge the well-received by small it may be.

Gratitude And today I thank each of my readers, each of my virtual friends and those I know of "view, treatment and communication", for every word, gesture, which fact and lightens the anguish in which I live.

today and perhaps tomorrow, when tomorrow comes, my thanks still tattooed on the public role and intangible, which is a page of a blog, but it arrives. I come to you to enter for the first time or returning forever to greet or find another letter ever written.

Thanks be to God for my belief, still continue and sustain those who have me as a tree sheltering, when I'm not planning more than a wisp in the wind without any port.

I thank those who called every day to know, who each day writes me a note yesterday, forgetting that before we said goodbye.

Gratitude Thank you for existing in the word and the feeling it gives me the opportunity to hug in the hug I give to each person who leaves me a bit of themselves in this mailbox written letters and never absent.

dismissal I never could.

I love you,

I

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Letter to the not feel

Strange recipient:

I reached the point where I do not know if I feel, because writing to not feel, is to write to anything that inhabits the body.

is write to the frustration, the helplessness, anguish or decrease the time in life was suddenly tasteless without spices, without looking at any part, not inside to hear the symphony chords of the soul.

I write and I write this I miss, vague limbo, lost in pain and living in the steppes of a distant hope.

My body hurts, every pore of my skin, every organ, every glance into the infinite that was just on the horizon that changes location every time I turn and yet the line is blurred and distant .

I write because I feel alienated in the midst of a maze with no way out, where there is no lamp to illuminate a joy in the midst of so much anguish and loneliness.

This letter never written, not feeling, is perhaps the greatest paradox that makes palpable the deepest feeling in the pit of my life.

While waiting for a miracle,

I .

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Hello! Letter to a call


who called? Did
a blur,
two strokes, a gray cloud

that is gray and black,
a noise nuisance and constant?
or ... called the apathy of a sustained sadness
not handle any pain?

who called? Esmeralda

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Expected arrival and never call:

This letter is short, as short as desired and never heard ringing phone that rests on the table that holds .
is so short because of waiting, I took roots walking through the boundaries of my own labyrinth.
This Letter to the hope of consolation in time in the voice that is heard in the distance is as short as possible click closes all communication in the silence of space that separates us.
This letter does not make sense, as meaning not expect you to be different from what you insisted on being.

forgetting your existence, I bid you, with my pain and sorrow staring check again there are those who do not understand that "actions speak louder than words."

From you, I
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Letter to a letter with no return to and II

Dear Letter:

True, they maybe more than three hundred sixty-five days that I wrote, only now has struck my memory. Today came suddenly and shake what my soul is, what my heart beats to the name you have. Because you're one of those letters that I wrote with pen and feeling for the naked truth of all sorts of gadgets, ornaments or desire to impress, it was just me I scribbled a few words in black ink painted on paper. Because I can not do otherwise, because I am full to the white paper, because the pen is my symphony conducted by interior, because I write this letter never written, because I am the word that is stored in an envelope and check in a mailbox. But it so happens, that you if you were writing, if you were sent by the old mail, with postmark and stamp certified, to leave no doubt and at least have a little more security you'd get to your destination.
Your destiny! Arrive at your destination, only the postman ever knocked on my door with a response with an acknowledgment of what I had sent a paper for me to stay in the hands to caress your memory. With a "strong lady here and take the envelope has arrived."
Today I write another letter that I wrote, because suddenly, I felt alone in a battle that I did not know was lost from before the war (not to be afraid that they are wars of emotions and feelings not the cruel, cruel world we live in daily), or maybe he did know but was reluctant to admit it.

Today I write letter to and no return, because the horizon has made me more distant because today, it hurts me to not remember what you wrote.

of you always, I

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Letters absent

Venezuela .-

Sir, I request from this morass of physical losses of some consideration, I remain among the convalescent bed jail and four walls to which I am confined, you deign to give way to health in these days especially, has been so needed to be, not only for me but for others, beloved, close mine. Hoping to take urgent
the motion here will do,

from you Sincerely,

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Dear Don Mario:


Maybe You, was used to have him receive calling him sir, but, that is you will be assured not mean they do not have to close, being part of me since we filed. And to see what things are, knowing that even a decade ago not because I, who live among books by authors known and less known, had not yet come up to you, but the day came when a friend lover a word, about five years ago I spoke with such passion for his work, which led me to discover in "Oblivion is full of memories" in its "Inventories in some of his novels, because I confess that not everything that I have written. I may have missed some of his key works, but it is undeniable that just read one of his novels, or poetry, to fall in love with his style, his way of narrating, its reach deep into the soul or smile sly ironies of so well described even in his verses. I filled
absences to his word, I shared presence with you, too.
You, I opened a new world in the way of telling what I feel in "trials" of poetry, taught me to write without a semicolon, with no capital letters or all capital letters, I learned of you to say what I feel without placing restrictions, without closing our eyes to what happens around me or to what my heart feels. You
Uruguayan, Venezuelan me, I knew of nothing, we encounter in any street or in a bookstore or theater where you were the guest for a festival or concert she gave. We never take a coffee together, however, we owe so much to know you, that since 17 May in 2009, my heart is contrite, because as with the great and humble men of history, and we believe eternal life both present and eternal and you, us and said goodbye. He went to the dimension where eternity awaits us, where from there certainly recreates the look in his footsteps in the deep scars left in the world of literature and its stance on the social and political, religious. Are respected and respect in their positions, men like you, they admire and still ask for a membership card.
So, from where you are, let me make this one of his poems perhaps best known poem that I have repeated many times, because it is a hymn of "solidarity in the feeling of love", applicable to much means "to have someone with you "

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When you feel your wound bleed

when you feel your voice sobbing

count on me (from a song by Carlos Puebla)




Companion

you know

can count me

not until two or even ten

but count me

if you

warns that look in your eyes

and a streak of love

recognizes mine

not alert their guns or think

what

delirium despite

vein or perhaps because there

you can count me

if sometimes

I found no reason

sullen

do not think laziness

can still tell me

but make a deal

I would have to

you

is so

cute

know that you exist

one feels alive

and when I say this I mean

have

even up to two

even five

and not to go

hurried to my aid

but to know for sure

you know

that

can count on me.

(Mario Benedetti)


But also, I would remind you, with you a poem that I discovered, in this dialectic that suffer from time to time asking the question unbelievers many of us do:


WHAT IF GOD NOT WOMEN?

what if God were a woman?

question

juan undeterred

go go if God were a woman

may agnostics and atheists

we said no, not the head

and say yes to the bowels

maybe we approached

his divine nakedness

to kiss his feet not brass

not stone her pubic

marble breasts not

plaster his lips

if God were a woman would hug

to boot of his background

and would not have to swear

until death do us part

as it would be immortal quintessential

and Instead of transmitting AIDS or panic

rub off his immortality we

if God were a woman would not be installed

far in the kingdom of heaven

but we await in the vestibule of hell

not closed his arms

her pink plastic and not his love of angels

my god oh my god

whether to always and forever

were a woman how beautiful

scandal would

splendid Ventura

impossible prodigious blasphemy


Mario Benedetti

Your
biography my dear master, I leave for biographers, just know that since 1920 in El Paseo de los Toros in Uruguay in 2009, in Montevideo the soul, you full of light to this part of the land and why not? the entire planet.


not my farewell, I'll stay with you when you open any of his books, or close your eyes and repeat one of his verses, giving thanks for the fire that leaves us.

Poet Farewell!

Yo.

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Letter Letter Letter to Chimera

Strange Chimera:
(The photo is a replica of the Chimera "Nicanor Plaza (1844-1918) which is at the University of Concepción, Chile. The original marble statue is in the Museum of Fine Arts in Santiago.)



Sorry, but that beginning of this letter to you. Because you're weird, because your name, noun, subject or whatever you are within the grammar, are an odd mixture of origins and feelings.
Wilkipedia As I read the term chimera may refer to:
The monster of Greek mythology , with parts of a lion, dragon and scorpion
According to the RAE , is "That which is proposed to the imagination as possible or real, not so.";
member of order Chimaeriformes , a group of cartilaginous fish distantly related to sharks ;
The individual affected by Chimerism;
In paleontology a chimera is a fossil composed of parts individuals of different species, when they believed the remains were discovered only one;
Retrieved from " http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quimera "

(Chimeras in the external decoration Cathedral of Our Lady of Paris )


In Greek mythology , Chimera (in ancient Greek Χίμαιρα Khimaira; Latin Chimaera) was a hideous monster, daughter of Typhon and Echidna , wandering through the regions of Asia Minor terrorizing populations and devouring cattle and animals. mother by Orthrus the Sphinx and Nemean Lion .

"Chimera" comes from the Greek Χίμαιρα Khimaira, which means' goat. " Behind the myth may be a real battle against a warrior or a bandit leader whose name, title or symbol having to do with the goat.
The descriptions range from those that said I had the body of a goat , the hindquarters of a snake or dragon and the head of a lion up stating that they had three heads: a lion, another goat, you out the back, and the last dragon, who was born in the queue. All descriptions match, however, that spewed fire by one or more of their heads. It was extremely fast.

Chimera was finally defeated by Bellerophon with the help of Pegasus, the winged horse, on the orders of King Iobates of Licia . There are various descriptions of his death: Some say simply that the Bellerophon thrust his spear, while others argue that killed covering the tip of the spear with lead melted when exposed to Chimera's fiery breath.


Other meanings


chimera or chimeric The term is often used as an example of the fantastic, especially if it is favorable: the utopian. In English and English in technical contexts, is used metaphorically to describe things that have combined attributes from different sources. In genetic, for example, a body or tissue created from two or more different genetic sources is called a chimera, as patients undergoing transplants with organs from other donors. That sense of mixing or hybridization has also passed into English through modern fiction (computer games, anime, manga ...).
also often called chimeras Chinese lions or dogs Fu . ____



GO! How much fantasy creates our mind with the word CHIMERA! . The truth is that in literature and in the hands of the Romantic poets, writers and reporters of emotions and feelings like me, you have used in your illusory sense of something unattainable, as desired, the utopia created in our soul, heart and More often, in the mind, seeking what is real and achievable way, and thought about everything you want.
I have you for what is possible and believe it vanishes as a result a tree on fire blight that goes back to ashes, something ugly, hateful in origin. You're a horrible monster
engulfing herds and animals. And the saddest thing that swallows all our illusions.
Suddenly representation Nicanor Plaza makes you in this beautiful statue of woman who heads this letter, is the image of the chimera may keep everyone in the ethereal and unattainable.
Also I know is that lately, my heart kept a love that was not a mirage, a dream, a reality only view from my perspective. I could never know, I never knew how it really is, because she herself is just that ... an illusion.

With all the tangle that suppose chimera, I say good, trying to make the next moment of my life erratic and lost today, escaping my mind, it settles into the reality of a being that itself is what you crave the time I left to live.


From far and sunglasses, I
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Jesse Jane And Janine Stream

memory lane

Dear Chest:

Go with these nostalgia! By arranging things that go in my room, I met you. I looked long, stroked your lid, removing any dust. I looked at the lock, which is not so, is that long hinge that keeps the small padlock in the open case. No more than I dug into my stuff.
I open, trying to remember what has earned stored there. Much has certainly due or should be there. But it is the trunk of years ago. Find photos, family, my newly born, I am amazed to see that small, and yet I'm sunbathing in the garden of the house where I was born, on these rugs, I only look to a baby who was breaking and robust like my father. I hardly think I'm the same, of course, there planned to absorb what life in my life, I had in store.
Oh, how cute! was here, the picture that caught in time the first time I saw the sea, see Lake Maracaibo, in its ferry crossing was already a amazement. Look at the sea, scan the horizon, smell their aroma, walking on the warm sand of the beach, coastline and famous then made me realize my few years that there are immense that the eyes can not capture.
More pictures of my parents, brothers, uncles, and almost all the guys have left us, as friends of the soul that there are also caught in time.
prints of saints, pieces of paper with thoughts, a diary with my earlier writings; wooden pens that no longer have my first pen. Drawings I did and I never wanted to throw away newspaper clippings, magazines, all carefully folded.
Meeting, loves that were, are now part of me that indissoluble. There are, along with a napkin and a poem written on it, a declaration of love with little drawings of hearts, I wrote those letters. The lyrics of the songs that I spent a day. Ties of a gift, along with the glossy paper-lined boxes. Expired passport for a trip made outside the country. Coins (collect coins) and collect pledges. Yes, oddly enough, in my trunk, I found hovering thousands of promises that I made and were not kept and some that I did it. There they are. Promises of marriage. Promises of "let's go, take my hands" or "this is forever", said on both sides, without thinking that there always.
The strange thing is that without opening the trunk, without saving anything else, appeared new promises, illusions that have been broken and then I find shreds of life, broken heart, a bottle whose label reads: "tears." Looking further into the background and yes, the box is the laughter, laughter, happiness felt before each broken promise or performed. You
Chest behold, with great care and with the nostalgia filled my eyes. Rearrange what I was getting, maybe some illusion has escaped, maybe some tears evaporated, as it is possible that the sound of laughter has increased to silence the silence.
finish my homework and I end up shut you down, unlocked, with the open hoping that at some time, please open up and in doing so, find love smiling and palms open, facing the sun, all the promises.

I say goodbye to you, dear Chest, but not before remembering the song that came to mind when I found:


The trunk of memories


That little words mean
uuuh
If when the wind carries them away after he
And only memories remain
uuuh
Promises flew back and can not always live


forward if each
day has a different color because everything comes to an end
after a sad day comes another happy

Looking in the trunk of memories
uuuh
Any time spent
seems best to look back is good sometimes

uuuh Looking ahead is to live without fear

Memories are the last
When there is so much to go Ooooh

Looking
in the trunk of memories
uuuh
Any time spent
seems best to look back is good sometimes
uuuh
Looking forward is to live without fear

if each day has a different color

After a sad day comes Looking for a better

in the trunk of memories
uuuh
any past
seems best to look back is good sometimes
uuuh
Looking ahead is to live without fear

If every day has a different color

After a sad day, another one always lives better

forward if each day has a different color because everything comes

to an end after a sad day, another one always lives happy

forward if each day has a different color ...
Fuente: musica.com
Karina


I stick with all my love, I