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Why

You know what is fear? It has many faces, many ways of surviving individuals, the lives, minds, spirits. Can be found on the face of children, the elderly, women, men. And you will always produce the same feeling of uneasiness. It seems that the blood stops flowing through your veins for a few moments that are eternal. You breathless. The heart refuses to work, it shrinks on itself and huddles in a corner in your lungs. Blood falls from your cheek with your hands, your feet and not get back to where it should be.

You stop thinking, looking, to understand. Just feel the instinct to survive, or your sixth sense or whatever you call rays. In all cases, we say the same thing: running. Run and do not stop running.

Your pupils dilate, and suddenly, and without understanding exactly how, see with clarity that you are lost. Then, try to deny it. You try to look around and look for a sign, a suggestion, a helping hand outstretched to you, a warm smile or a reassuring look. But nothing. These alone. All alone. In the darkness of your fear that envelops you like a black anaconda, and you can see in his eyes iridescent lethal death.

Want everything to be a nightmare, a bad dream, a bad blow which fortune gives, with its strange and sinister black humor.

But, as much as you want, you go on, dead panic. And finally, your mind reacts and your legs too. You put up all your muscles. Manage to convince your heart to make an effort ... and another ... and a last effort ... Flee and leave, and never know why. You just know that if you do, if you fear that grabs you, will be the end.

But it is no use running. No apparent reason, it seems that your legs are stiff, they do not move as expected. Time passes like a faucet Goeta in the solitude of a mansion. Plot ... Plot ... Plot ... And your footsteps sound so deliberate ... so far ... Everything around you is like a strange picture, erased by the passage of time, gritesco as the portrait of Van Gogh and The Disasters of War which exposed their most distressing Goya fears.

Time stops. And your legs fail to respond. I sunk to the ground ... Your fear surrounds you with its tentacles ...

and die.

To wake up again, drenched in sweat and screaming, in your warm bed after a horrible nightmare ... or not.

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Window and Tupac no Christmas fairs in Barranco

A EXHIBITORS:

Having reviewed and studied well the commercial context of the district of Barranco in the month of December, we have decided NOT open the window Home edition Tupac Christmas.

With the experience of 10 fairs held in Barranco and 02 fairs jointly produced, we know that is a big responsibility and that the oversupply in the district may make it difficult to always guarantee quality.
basic characteristics of the window and Tupac and cultural development projects, alternative and independent.


First, Barranco has been crushed by the decision of Mr. Castañeda regard to the Metropolitan vias. Therefore, the truth is that the district Barranco is collapsing. Vehicular mobilization and saturate the district, the single event caused the wheat unstoppable flow very bad for the quality of life for residents and visitors.
THE WINDOW AND TUPAC want no part of this chaos and disorder that is why we have chosen to step aside and keep our interest in developing projects in areas and alternative dates. Mercantilism

pure and simple .-

The mercantilist approach being taken by the district, is about to get out of hand the "current mayor (Barranco know all that right now has no mayor, resigned as Mezarina to relaunch and Vargas goes on 1 January).
The risk of producing in these conditions can be harmful for all:
producers, studio audiences, neighbors and community and you mainly independent exhibitors.

We also avoid any possibility of mediocre production. We do not follow commercial production models or copy formats. We boast of being independent artists and seguiremoslo being like all of you.

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But not everything is there. We are reformulating the project so that we can offer best fairs T. see, both for the creators - exhibitors and the public who visit us during these 4 years we have been opening the window in the district of Barranco.

accept our apologies for not opening up this holiday season, know also that these apologies are accompanied by a solid commitment. We are studying the market conditions to return to power!

Colleagues best we come!

hope everyone has a good new year + Nes energies wish the best for 2011!

Greetings and see you soon

Luciana Sandoval Coronado - WINDOW
Giuseppe De Bernardi - TUPAC

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* Jordi I said that this magnificent window, as ours:

"It's Parc Guell Barcelona, \u200b\u200bthe window of the building on the left, looking at the exit and leaving the dragon on the back "

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Robert told me that this window:

"I love these windows, I step away summer hours watching them, so seeing them gives me great roll. After years of looking at them I decided to take a picture, moreover, two bicycles that day improvised accompanying symmetry.

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* My parents have led me to the window and Vallgorguina prettier there. Really great, thanks!

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afraid to love animals? ~ Maria Teresa of Calcutta

Why love animals?

Because give everything without asking anything.

Because at the power of man with arms ... are helpless.

Because are eternal children, for they know not of hatred ... and war.

Because they know the money and comply only with a roof to shelter from the cold.

Because no words suggest, because its look is pure and his soul.

they know not of envy or resentment, because forgiveness comes naturally to them.

Because they know love with loyalty and fidelity.

Because give life without having to go to a luxurious clinic.

Why not buy love, hope and simply because they are our companions, friends never betray eternal.

And because they are alive.

For this and a thousand other things ... deserve our love ...

If we learn to love them as they deserve ... we will be closer to God.

I know little or nothing of this woman, really. I remember an elementary school teacher organized a commemoration of the anniversary of his death. I also know he was in Calcutta, helping children, providing education and a happier life for those around her.

I know little of this woman, but I know that if you can get the creeps as it has done with this letter / poem / essay / whatever it's called, had to be a great person. A great woman.

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as finalists .... Gracies!

the Break hegemony of this "finestrall" to thank you all who have gone through here and have supported this page, with both voting and the views and comments. Thanks to each of the collaborations ARE FINALISTS of

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* Nuri, in May, told me that the "own-our" window:

"Le tengo mucho cariño in this photo. It was like a trip to Croatia, Trogir concretamente more. The intention was to find clothes inside where tended by outside (not bad Piensa, tengo a clothing shop interior and I found a fun theme.) If you hang in your blog will be more than happy, I love the theme of the windows! "

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Javier m'escrivia In passat això 09/05/1910:

"Yesterday, rainy day in Madrid and not conducive to both, took a long walk by a few photographs. In the beautiful Plaza Puerta Moors, a beautiful area of \u200b\u200bOld Madrid in La Latina, I found this little window on the side of a house decorated with a large mural. I was curious effect of perspective and the cat. Lamp window and the reasons seem to be confused with Plate unreal and submit to his fantasy. "

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Over 1000 visits!

Gauuu! More than a thousand visits to the sill! (You hear a great roar of applause, cheers and whistles). Thanks! Thanks! * Bows Ayrel ago, excited *

I do not know what to say! I do not deserve! I know I'm cool, but not much! Thousand visits! Hump! * Ayrel gets to hit jumps, putting the index and middle fingers in V-shaped *

Now, seriously. THANKS. Thanks for being there, for stopping by occasionally to see me at the sill. Thanks for your comments, you make me smile, I like to see them every time I pass by, my, no, our sill. Because without you, there would Sill or fall rainy afternoons or desire to write.

Thanks for laughing my thanks and mourn my sad moments. Thanks for taking a second of your life, sure to be busier than mine, and therefore, the effort of stopping by here must be infinitely greater.

Thanks for reading, but sometimes my writing to be boring or unbearable, but does not think like you, if I'm wrong a thousand times, thank you for again and again and another chance.

Thanks for being there, for believing in me and in my letters.

Thank you for being you.

Thanks.

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Decalogue of good love ...

I've talked about my dog, Cleo. A Belgian shepherd mix German Shepherd, full of long hair and a thousand kilos of honey. From its mouth, lately more gray, pink tongue hanging a fun, teeth and tusks redeada ever used. Sometimes, turns back the corners of his tight lips, imitating the Cheshire Cat smile and gasps. I know you're happy. Other times, when returning home from a stroll, the loose on the last leg and threw a career to home. Then, stretch, take the ears back and, despite having ten years, runs like so long ago, and I can hardly keep up. I always win.

She lies in the living room beside the couch, enjoying our company. May already be so sleepy that every time the call ("Cleo!"), She raises the ears, especially after eating is because the odds of something falling on your plate of food is increasing.

After nap, gets up and stretches before shaking whole and approached us, demanding his share of affection and play, armed with its huge burger plastic. We take the hamburger, full of spit, almost apprehensively. But no matter. The brightness rogue Cleo's eyes challenges us to try to steal. If I have luck, we may take the burger, and we have to pull the toy until one of the two is released. If not, I will be playing off the couch and run after her. Cleo starts to spin non-stop around the coffee table, or dining room table or sofa enderredor. No matter. All that matters is me down on a chair rendered exhausted and dizzy, and then come back, mocking, laughing at me with his eyes. So it seems that is kind, and leaves me to foot the burger. It's driving me to challenge, but this might not fall. Simply stroke her head.

still remember fondly the day when my father came with a sparrow between his fingers. Cleo had brought in the open. This came trotting, happy, proud and arrogant, showing the world his cloak jet, glowing with light. The reason: the bird that brought my father.

"You're not going to believe, Ayrel" he said, "but Cleo has saved the poor bird." Indeed, had caught his scent, and had been sniffing around the floor until he found the poor animal. Then he began to bark, calling my father. I guess I would say something like as "young master, young master, I found a bird!, is small and has fallen from its nest." Cleo is a hero.

Cleo is not very smart or very playful, is not even very affectionate. Sometimes it's unruly, a bit heavy and cowardly. What kind of dog is terrified of the pressure cooker? But, you know, it's Cleo. I do not need more. I'm satisfied with that makes me run after her, to remember me when you feel scared and want to crawl under my desk, I feel good when he greets me cheerfully in the morning, wagging his tail between his legs and getting up me off balance.

So, for my short but great experience, with admiration and affection I have for dogs, I think I can say that all love should not be a master, but a friend, a father, a brother

~ Teach discipline to live with other humans, dogs and other animals, as would a father.

~ give you what you need when necessary, without asking anything else, out for walks, feed him and take him to the vet relevant whenever required.

~ Protect you from your fears, and teach him to overcome, to live quietly, as you would a brother. ~ Share

moments of joy and sadness, with a big hug and touch, accompanied by calming bonitasy words, tell him that everything will be okay, as does a friend.

~ Sit next to him, just sleeping and contemplating posing your hand in his side to notice your breath, and realize how valuable are these moments. ~

require no more than I can offer, as not all dogs prance or thrown in the face to lick you and show you their affection, but be satisfied with giving you, sure, it will be all that is in him.

~ Learn to caress, what each gesture means, what every bark mean, listen, with the eyes, heart, trying to take your empathy to its fullest.

~ Buy him toys, but not the most expensive, it is not necessary, only that you love, adore those who know and those who shared moments of joy and leisure; looks for toys that are appropriate to each stage his life, because, unfortunately, and like all dogs, grow, and what now seems insane, maybe tomorrow not.

~ Do not give food that can hurt you, take care of having a healthy life. Each owner has their tricks, as each dog prefers something different. Play with the flavors you love in a great help, and the fruit is very good to spend the summer heat. A Cleo you crazy apple and every night we have to give one.

~ And finally, in summary and as conclusions. To be a good love, love him, know, understand, mímale, Pascale, play with him, listen, sit next to him, give him healthy snacks and be his friend.

So, you're a great master.

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What if the world was a chestnut? Then, the thorns would be the mountains ...



What if the world were a soccer ball? Then, the continents would be the black pentagons ...


And it was water? not "fuería" because it already is.



What if the world were a book? So would The Neverending Story ...



What if it were a dream? So do not ever wake up ...



What if the world were a rose? Then, the seas would be the dewdrops that roll on it.



What if the world were a dog? then would be full of tenderness and loyalty.



What if the world was sad? then find a way to change .



What if the world outside music? Then, you'd be black, white I, and those two, form a quaver.



What if the world was silent? would then be more serene silence .



What if the world were nothing? Then we would fill our whole .



What if the world was air? then would raise his arms and fly.



What if the world were a child? already was, grew, and now is a man.



What if the world were a hat? then "put the world to overburden" would not be a cliché.



What if the world were a mother? Then, there would be no wars because everyone would be true brothers.



And if the world is poetry? Then, each person would write a verse, and so never end .





But, you know, the world is a nut, a ball, water, a book, a dream, a rose, a dog. It's sad, but we can change. It is silent, but sometimes silence is the most wonderful music that our ears have ever heard. Sometimes it can be anything, but always fill it with our everything, our optimism and our soul. The world is air that fills our lungs. The world was a child, and grew as we, in our hands. "Reaching the world for overburden" is not a cliché. It is the reality of those who believe in themselves. We are all brothers, but brothers, they fight. Each person writes his own verse in the work of history.



All this and more, is the world.

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