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I did not understand why but my dad went to the cemetery. I have appended. They were ages since we went, even in religious holidays. The return to the place made me realize how barbaric as custom. Bring flowers on a decaying corpse is miles away from my idea of \u200b\u200bremembrance and respect. On the site you showed up even my uncle, who laid off does not give up spending figures for Star to buy flowers to put on a grave, flowers that no one will appreciate that no one will look and no one will say thank you. When I die I will be cremated. Indeed, to be on the safe side I will detonate. Try to bring the flowers that are now scattered in pieces all around.

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Sunday, November 28, 2010


THANKS?

Why say "thank you"? Who is that thanks? What is the sense of gratitude?

say thank you can have different interpretations, from a true and deep significance of the heart to joke with or rhetorical - conventional.

Man has lost on its way to the omnipotence on earth, the deep sense of the word "THANKS".

First ask yourself this simple question: "Who's saying grace?" Or as a part of me that Ego or "heart," he said Thanks?

In asking the question before us is the eternal conflict between ego and heart / soul. The individual
a bit 'lost try hard to answer.

There is a physiological resistance of the ego to admit that thanks were not expressed with the heart.

At this point the question that you as an individual in research I would do would be this:
"How can that happen with both my heart and not conventional?"

You can not see reality by focusing only on the "arrow" neglecting the "bow" and the "arm" he pulled!

If you want your prayer answered both "Heart" and do not mind even if sincere, you have to concentrate on you as one who pulls the "arrow".

The word "Thank You" is an expression of love for others, pure and unconditional love.
addition, the sense of gratitude and unconditional acceptance that what is in the now.
Accept all may seem strange and impossible, but it might not be so if you have the inner knowing that what is happening to you!
According to the law of cause and effect or the law of attraction, what happens to you brings to your attention the vibrational field similar your thoughts and energy fields that make up your body, mind and spirit.

saying thank you and open up their "Being" the endless "doors" Existence. We can and we must say thanks not only to a person, but to all those forms that express the life and materially and otherwise, are energetically. "With grass you've hosted," "Thank you provided food to my body as necessary" "Thank God for all the gifts, seen and unseen," "Thank you, because this morning I could wake up to Life" by "enemy" because by your actions and my suffering, I learned that .... etc ... ..

you who shoots the arrows, and you have to be as soul-heart to feel this love for your neighbor. "Love thy neighbor as thyself." But perhaps the heart of the problem is this: But do you love? And if you do not love yourself how can you feel love for your neighbor? If you do not have inner awareness of a deep feeling we call love, as you can get to the other more distant from you with this feeling?
The answer is: You can not love your neighbor unless you first love yourself.

To love ourselves, we must necessarily be quiet and listen carefully to all our inner movement, mental and spiritual ... Contemplation, meditation , Meditation, prayer .... From this initial movement must happen Voluntary Service for your next, without any order ... just selfless service without expectation of any kind, just "Here and Now." With the aid
Service Your "Heart" to open up to that size is not mental / rational / logical / cognitive, which cleans and clarifies the dynamics of your interiors.

The practice of yoga with the various disciplines has attached great historical merit of restoring the individual the ability to see beyond the "arrow" and to recontact the eternal witness who holds the "bow".

Among the souls I know, with rarity that I feel gratitude that happens between them is expressed with love, but when the same appeal to me, I feel the truth of the Heart of the very simple word. What does this mean? Do not answer that question I leave you in the hope that these pages you can groped for an answer. Later in time I will give my answer in another article.

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homosexuality can not exist

Lemma: Sex without love there.
Proof: Just write any word on Google Images and check the results. On average, each page contains a couple of pictures of porn more or less heavy. No need to explain it to me.

Lemma: Love exists without sex.
Proof: The unrequited love is the prime example that can demonstrate the thesis. In addition there are links at a distance, married men with no penis, and so on.

Theorem: Homosexuality does not exist.
Proof: First, you must understand What is meant by homosexuality. If you are going to love how the people of the same gender, then homosexuality only exists so apparent. For the love comes from the encounter of two souls who identify themselves as similar and decide they're too good together to stay just friends you see once in a while. The strong feeling of love then comes from knowledge, is related to the soul and personality. Gender is a person unrelated to the physical NL Nederlands therefore can not influence. If you want to be understood as sex between persons of the same gender, then homosexuality is nonsense. The animal instinct for sex leads to the generation of offspring, but this is not in today absolutely true. Today sex is a bargaining chip to modivi economic carrieristici, pleasure, pregnancy is the side effect. In general, sex is just to try rubbing of the genitals for pleasure. Close your eyes. The rub is, no matter what against. Men, women, pillows, cats radiators. So in each pair, regardless of whether it is man and woman, man and man, woman and woman. There's the rub, there are no children. There are no differences of any kind, then homosexuality does not exist even in a sexual component. If you consider homosexuality as a set of sex and love, see what I said earlier and do the sum. The thesis is proved.

Corollary: Heterosexuality does not exist.

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Mower

In the new place I moved to where there are fifteen houses. Each cottage has a garden so there are a dozen gardens. In the gardens growing grass (not in my, in this case the grass every my neighbor is greener in my garden because my sense that it is devoid of grass land). When the grass grows and stretches too much, each family brings out the mower, a tool that cuts the grass. So there are a dozen mowers. We can say that the grass is cut every two weeks. Or at least on average, in my garden the grass is cut very more rarely. Always assuming that there is grass in my garden, which is not. However, fifteen mower whose actual use is, exaggerate, four hours per month which translates into about a hundred hours a year. In a year there are 8760 hours (eight, seven, six, is not it curious?). It means that a lawn mower stays on for about 1, 1415% of the time (-, 1415 as π, is not it curious?). I do not know what is the average price to take home a cutting and laziness forces me of undocumented. So for me a lawnmower costs X . Or every family has spent X to take home the mower. The factory was built mower 15X and happy. This is because the economy is based on the consumption end and the freehold. If my neighborhood was smart, but unfortunately it is composed of humans, would have done this line of reasoning. Each family pays one-fifteenth of X and only buy a mower that is used in turn. This investment would have an efficiency much better because the mower would remain on for the 17.1232% of the time (one, two, three, is not it curious?). The mechanical degradation caused by time to a lesser extent affect the wear of the cutting. The grass would also be cut. Each family would have to fourteen fifteenths X to spend on other things. The factory had polluted mower one-fifteenth, would reach its production quota in one-fifteenth of the time and the workers could occupy the fourteen-fifteenth of their time to produce other things, garden tools, or maybe midgets gypsum. Bam. The economic system to a crawl by logical reasoning. Try to define the economy a science, now . I see what I can clean with your degree in economics. Maybe the mower.

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November, 2010

What would the movie of our lives without a shred of the soundtrack?
Well, since we do not to rags, we decided to create a phone book ad hoc to whisper a possible theme sound for when you travel by train through the front window and thoughts elsewhere, for when walking in a park and any What is so cinematic that you even imagine where to put the camera, for when you are absolutely alone, for cigarette bedtime, for a fleeting thought. Consider it a gesture of care.

On each occasion, including n.zero, you will find in a final titoletto, I wanted to be Nick Hornby, and a list of 10 songs, with some probability the author / songwriter out of the list will vary in output. We will then
way to add the songs in the list in the blog through a playlist (the playerino) so as to read and to feel well!

(This is our challenge of the new millennium: to be able to enter 'I'm palyerino without the help of a computer! Help!)


wanted to be Nick Hornby


Bob Corn 1: Cold and Gold ,
We do not need the outside

2 Roni Size: Brown paper bag ,
New forms

3 The Chap: We'll see to your breakdown ,
Well done Europe

Enrico Brizzi and No. 4 6: Bernhard Hartman,
The pilgrim's arms ink

5 Cesare Basile: Closet wonder ,
between your body and dinner

6 The Postal Service: Such Great Heights ,
Give up

7 Antony and the Johnson My lady story ,
I'm a bird now

8 Le loup garou: Wipiti dance dance, dance dance
Wipiti

9 Don Seventh The Gospel of Toto ,
Night Mother

10 Lali Puna: Scary World Theory ,
Scary World Theory



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Phenomenology of rain or an inch thick

Plice stochastic over our heads, houses, roads.

folds creep in the crevices of rocks, roots emerged of former forests in the cracks of the walls of houses, old or new or old.

rivulet Fell silent or suction cups whipping against their faces and wash walls and, sometimes, and corrode, others.

downpour, drizzle, slight wetness, torrential rainfall, slap natural cyclone condition definitive definition.

The rain soaks peasants, out of malice or mere gravity, permeates every place of himself and softens, breaking up stones, languid ties of the things that all of a sudden, they indulge to futility of mortals and their properties become mobile and descend drifts muddy and terrible nature of a placid, whirling and placid, placid and impetuous, noisy and calm, that nature, from his point of view, does not care.

And the water that overflows, overflows, overflowing, regurgitation, vomiting, rejoices, is free, does not flow according to the natural way - that we have buried, and on which we built palaces - but still: in homes, crops, between the bricks that break over our heads bathed in an inescapable consequence.

Even widens the earth beneath our feet and try to swallow, pre-buried, because one of us has run just annoyed, indifferent to our crawling, our kill for a domain that may have little water disappear. After all, we live in uncertain over an inch thick.

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Puddle

... I will begin to fly down and
more
down toward the bottom, to the clouds reflected

and perhaps beyond.


(from the puddle, W. Szymborska)

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Opposition passive

Now I understand. I admit, even I was fooled, but now it is made clear. Several times I thought about it but I did not think it could actually be implemented and enforceable and tantomento already in place. Passive opposition, here's how it's called. The Democratic Party is not vegetating, not an ethereal ghost in the background of the political landscape and is not a den of corpses. No, by contrast, is a tiger in the bush, is the eagle that controls the other, is a pair of red eyes in the night. Observe from a distance but acts, approaches, strip and winds. Masking the smell of the tiger is moving forward. Without a rustle the eagle is losing altitude. Wait for the opponent's misstep and every error is a small, microscopic step toward him, slow and inexorable. The unsuspecting opponent thinks he has things under control and does not realize that his every step is a new metro route in the direction of a deadly trap. Antagonizing the entire Italian homosexual population is a gross error, the predator exploits and later in the Silence. Wait for their prey to land on its own because of mistakes it makes, and many, and when the optimal time the tiger leap and the eagle will rain down from heaven, the inevitable and fatal blow. The perfect strategy to beat a formidable opponent like Berlusconi, the opposition has understood and is being implemented with determination. So finally will change and the opposition will play its checkmate against Berlusconi as a politician and a man. In about eight hundred years.

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Anger

interview multiple life told by fifty-six words, which intertwine and overlap as might happen when we talk with friends (and often "Sparla") of someone familiar to everyone. Fifty-six items that were it not for the final summary, not even recall at the end of the novel, both are mixed well in a biography tracing the edge of the mythological. An essay on the relativity, as is inevitable when the same story is told by different people. So different that, at some point, it seems that they are not really telling the same story.

Anger embodies all the characteristics of orality and the biography by eliminating the traditional units of space and time. Like any biography, this one is dressed up with numerous anecdotes, stories enhanced by the size of the memory of a personal past that almost is ennobled by the fact of having participated Buster Casey, moreover, "" a dead famous can not turn down the street without seeing one million best friends in real life he never knew .

get to read the novel thinking that more than half of respondents are excited mythomaniac, and then suddenly every event has its space, a space which, however, goes beyond time. Vital to the novel is the concept of relative time, without which we could introduce the subject of relativity ego. is vital for the plot, it is vital for the portrait of the protagonist who is always present, in the words and memories, but also physically present himself in more places and at different times, as if the mass responsible for curvature of spacetime. And in this reality on the multiplicity involved in a whirlwind of events - places - when it is basically free to choose "if" and "who" believe. No one mind, or all lies. But in the end " when everyone starts to tell the same lie, then it is not a lie. No more . "

Mariafrancesca Scilipoti

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