For Silvia, Bubu, Pilar, Anahí, Ada, Haru, Diva
Victor, Forrest, Enestto, and other fraternal ears.
Victor, Forrest, Enestto, and other fraternal ears.
Sometimes you have to go down and step back to analyze what happens to us and find a solution or to learn, in perspective, the lessons our mistakes we give away.
This weekend, for example, I had something like a revelation: I realized that, fortunately, I have formed friendly ties are strong enough to withstand any storm, and, thanks to my adventure with the very embodiment of mediocrity and emotional disability (the name you already know, but eventually it ... No one), I have recovered an ability thought to be lost: to be able to shake off any hindrance, any energy vampire seeking to plunder. I've seen, these three days, surrounded by feelings that reminded me that although there are no classes, levels, which does the same thing drop empty words, taken from "Manual of Philosophy for idiots "to try to look good and show off what you do not have, to have the personal, professional and academic background to understand and support them.
makes no sense to feel bad for people whose highest achievement in life is" dressing "to feel unique and different: you know, those who are placed the" uniform "(long and aretito pelito included) for, from a coffee table or the bottom of a bottle of beer, are the perfect solution for the world changes when they are not even capable of honest self-criticism or to underwrite shares, which touts its verbiage. Those who are assumed, superficially, as "divergent" and have never done anything concrete to the difference in your environment and have planted a tree, or have written a book, someone literate, or even to a specific project and proposed viable anywhere. Just words, many plans, wishful thinking will never concretized because that lack the capacity, tenacity, honesty and courage.
Humans, half, not interest me. I'm interested in people fair, the good words, good living and good work. Fortunately I have the honor to meet and enjoy the friendship of people like this: As Sylvia, a friend of this blog recently, who not only cared to comment on the previous post, but returned to see how I was. O Bobo that in the midst of their own struggle for freedom from emotional stinginess, has given time to listen. Anahí, so young and at the same time, so wise and brave. Diva Haru and lent me a shoulder to lean on and not say a word, neither more nor less, but the fair, which needed to hear.
And, gentlemen, three that I do know that stupidity is not a gender issue but formation (or deformation, as applicable): Victor, my dear cream, which he knew as a compliment because he get a lift really knows how to give a rational explanation of the illusions (the thyroid that plays a dirty tricks) as well as providing a friend honest and clean. Forrest that no matter what, is always there when I need it. And ernestt, talented and goal and I owe a response, lots of art and the ability to continue to learn valuable people.
to all of them, and people go through life not messing it touches ... thank you very much.
The other, which are pure music of wind should bring tattooed on the forehead, such as drugs and packets of snuff, a notice from the Ministry of Health: "Disabled emotional." Those for the "Bichonario" for those evenings entertainment that inspire us to contemplate and label the collection of critters with which we meet. Fortunately there are few, harmless tiny and weak.
This weekend, for example, I had something like a revelation: I realized that, fortunately, I have formed friendly ties are strong enough to withstand any storm, and, thanks to my adventure with the very embodiment of mediocrity and emotional disability (the name you already know, but eventually it ... No one), I have recovered an ability thought to be lost: to be able to shake off any hindrance, any energy vampire seeking to plunder. I've seen, these three days, surrounded by feelings that reminded me that although there are no classes, levels, which does the same thing drop empty words, taken from "Manual of Philosophy for idiots "to try to look good and show off what you do not have, to have the personal, professional and academic background to understand and support them.
makes no sense to feel bad for people whose highest achievement in life is" dressing "to feel unique and different: you know, those who are placed the" uniform "(long and aretito pelito included) for, from a coffee table or the bottom of a bottle of beer, are the perfect solution for the world changes when they are not even capable of honest self-criticism or to underwrite shares, which touts its verbiage. Those who are assumed, superficially, as "divergent" and have never done anything concrete to the difference in your environment and have planted a tree, or have written a book, someone literate, or even to a specific project and proposed viable anywhere. Just words, many plans, wishful thinking will never concretized because that lack the capacity, tenacity, honesty and courage.
Humans, half, not interest me. I'm interested in people fair, the good words, good living and good work. Fortunately I have the honor to meet and enjoy the friendship of people like this: As Sylvia, a friend of this blog recently, who not only cared to comment on the previous post, but returned to see how I was. O Bobo that in the midst of their own struggle for freedom from emotional stinginess, has given time to listen. Anahí, so young and at the same time, so wise and brave. Diva Haru and lent me a shoulder to lean on and not say a word, neither more nor less, but the fair, which needed to hear.
And, gentlemen, three that I do know that stupidity is not a gender issue but formation (or deformation, as applicable): Victor, my dear cream, which he knew as a compliment because he get a lift really knows how to give a rational explanation of the illusions (the thyroid that plays a dirty tricks) as well as providing a friend honest and clean. Forrest that no matter what, is always there when I need it. And ernestt, talented and goal and I owe a response, lots of art and the ability to continue to learn valuable people.
to all of them, and people go through life not messing it touches ... thank you very much.
The other, which are pure music of wind should bring tattooed on the forehead, such as drugs and packets of snuff, a notice from the Ministry of Health: "Disabled emotional." Those for the "Bichonario" for those evenings entertainment that inspire us to contemplate and label the collection of critters with which we meet. Fortunately there are few, harmless tiny and weak.
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