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Morning.

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Every night I hope to get your return. For until the morning is not time you leave me breathless. Upon arriving, my mind begins to wander. Wishing your soft hands touch my skin and left in my being, relief of pain when he suffered, in whom I led to believe. Because although I never wanted this pain to suffer, if I wanted in life and get to feel love. And thank you, that every morning you take care of me, finally discovered that this beauty comes sooner or later. Too bad for both of us does not mean early afternoon, but at least now I know that this disease not suffered in vain.

Indiyon

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Ciudad Esperanza.

Nobody ever asked the importance of colors. And nobody ever heard of the vast mixture of emotions. So for this story interesting, he will not talk of wizards, fairies, and princesses.

Legend has it that in an unnamed city and missing colors, was born in November, a strange man. He said it was well weird awkward, because the stones ever faced by the poor. From Young found his hobby, stones, straw and coal. From childhood on the walls, under the intense gaze of the owls, he drew on them, beautiful sketches. Over the years grew, like his love, his beautiful inspiration. Until one day, tired of seeing their impoverished city, had an idea he thought everyone would love.

Thus, a full moon night, while everyone was sleeping, drawing on the houses of the city, what they thought. At dawn the people of the city came, and saw the sun, the man drew pictures last night with longing. They looked all around, and with every emotion, felt the red of love, portrayed in a cemetery. Among the houses in a dark blue felt the sea breeze, which always came to visit. And from the floor of the plaza, as far as the eye could see, a green rose and rose, flooding the city, a great hope.

Indiyon

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The monster in my bed.

All children, absolutely all night fear the monster under the bed there. Never know where it comes from or when he got there, but they do know is that every night he expected them under his bed.

I

unlike those children, have no monster under my bed. More than anything, because the monster is now on it. But what if you do keep a box full of useless tools. There are hundreds of letters, diaries full of songs, phrases, quotes and more. There are also bracelets, "collars" pens, paints, toys, trading cards, sticker collections, drawings. There is everything there, and most difficult, is finding something in particular from such disorder.

have spent so many years now, since my monster leave my bed every time I see that box full of things, I think, So many years have passed? So I'm getting old?. And worst of all is that the answer is obvious: no monster, is that you're too old now.

The fact is, although I do not remember when it came, or when it was my little big monster, if I remember when I came my little big box mess. Will get six or seven years, as usual. It began as a box for storing old high school textbooks, and shortly afterwards, after leaving school, became my "memory lane." A trunk, in which little by little, I was saving every little detail shows. Letters from old friends and lovers, I still keep letters written by my mother. Those bracelets were made with thread, as a sign of a great friendship (which is now lost). Save for years and I'm still saving, whatever people gave me or borrow (indefinite) throughout my life. The reason is very simple. Because sometimes me encanta sacarlas y mirarlas, e intentar recordar a aquellas personas que me las ofrecieron en su momento. Ya que para mi, todo cuanto me dejan o me regalan, es un trocito de "amor". Un amor, que siempre guardo bajo mi cama.

Indiyon

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Hoy tan solo vengo a deciros,que durante un tiempo estare lejos de estos mundos, por problemas de salud. Espero volver pronto! Un saludo a todos! Indiyon

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What is an artist? Em

¿Es artista, aquel que se mueve sobre un escenario?. ¿Es artista, aquel que golpea su pincel sobre un lienzo en blanco?. ¿Es artista, aquel que escribe palabras sin sentido?. ¿Es artista, aquel que con su objetivo todo lo capta?. Is it an artist, one who acts before a camera?.

No. These are not artists. As the artist is someone who feels the music and makes it a dance full of emotion. Artist is one that builds on a blank canvas, an image that evokes a memory full of imagination. An image that illustrates the feelings of those who wet his brush with great care on the painting, which later will walk on a canvas by providing to it a sense acquired. Artist is that, without coupling the A to the M, M to O, and O to R, it makes you feel that feeling that always comes from within, making us feel, a real future. Artist is someone who sees beyond what the naked eye can see. Artist is someone who from a distance, empathizes with what he admires, and shows a reality, absent from his fiction.

artist is one who always sees in the water, the reflection of his soul. Is that, when you see the rain clouds, rises and dips, impatiently watching the leaves fall. Without feeling is one that makes you live. And live, it makes you feel. Is one of the blue, all out, and everything, nothing remains. Artist is someone who unwittingly artist.

Indiyon

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On the shore of the sea, young woman ran into him. In an instant their eyes met, and since then were intoxicated, a love that rocking, as they say, never be separated. He took his hands and hugs beautiful rodeo, each time promising that they would never be far away. She instead took his love, and put it in your heart, and forever, remain in a vast union.

For many years, walked to the foot of the sea, without stopping to behold, a love that had long not expect to see coming. Lived forward, the bittersweet taste of heat. Until one October afternoon looking grim, the waves took, that they did not want to terminate.

stations passed, youths and even flew to the seashore, she constantly watches the trail of a love that one day he met. Even walking along the beach, turn the moments that once seemed eternal. Waiting with great fervor, the return of his love.

"A corner near the open sea, the sun in my hair, I look and you're not.

look forward, everything is too full, not me I stop, I see magic everywhere.

Time goes fast, I'm going to infinity, but I feel lonely.

I do not want to flee in tears. You will come, I'll come looking.

not want to die dreaming. You will come, I'll come looking.

The sun in my eyes, the wind in my hair, but I can not continue, if not here.

I want a friend, I want a friend to make me happy, as it was before. "

Indiyon

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"A Life of Dreams"

Once upon a time, a young man who wanted to dream.

That boy was in a time of life where I did not know exactly what to do. Been linked with thousands of people had had coffee with them, sharing their deepest secrets, travel places you never thought would come. He had traveled the world, reached the end of the road, knowing every corner.
had seized every moment with her parents until the day of his death. There was portrayed in paintings, melodies played on a piano, in stories written in different languages, all the experiences that had happened. Arrival at the highest point, the journey to the end of the world for a journey full of way. Love and heartbreak, suffered in his youth. The meeting of beauty wherever he went. For him, life there was nothing more to know, nothing new to wish or discover, until ...

time after starting to work in one of the largest libraries in the city, found a book that spoke of dreams. It was said that some men and women, had managed to control the world of dreams, being aware of it. He explained that with practice and patience, you could stay asleep, being aware in his sleep all that has happened. As you read this, the young man had an idea.

could acquire this practice, pick up that patience and try to get it. Could try to be conscious in dreams, thus, create from nothing unique. Go flying over the mantle of the earth, places where no man had ever trod. Take a cup of coffee, accompanied by the most intelligent cats in the city. Swimming at the speed of lightning, accompanied by the most beautiful dolphins. Create a city, based solely and specifically in love. Publish the book in which he had been working, so make it known to the world. Or why not fulfill his greatest dream come finally disclosed his true love, something that had not yet happened in reality. Could do so much, he thought, why not try?.

Without anyone noticing, I keep the book in his backpack and after leaving work, he quickly returned home. There, lit only by the tiny flame of a candle, began to read. They spent several hours until I finally finished the book. Lying on the couch under a blanket, began working in his dreams.

The first day he could hardly sleep. He was so nervous yet so excited about his new task, he found it impossible to fall asleep. On the second day to get home totally surrendered fell on the bed, falling asleep instantly. But that night, did not dream anything. In the following days made the guidelines that set the book. At times it seemed appropriate, he wondered, "Am I dreaming or awake?. According to the author, this was something very important, because to us that question, our minds begin to doubt what is real and what is not. And so, thanks to that question, we might question the same, once we were in a dream. The days passed and the boy, he kept asking the same thing: is this a dream or is instead the reality?. Just a second after delivering these words, instantly took for granted their response to pinch or be a slap in the face to prove it.

Thirty-four days, were those that had passed since I started with this. And yet, had not achieved anything. In all those nights, sleep quickly, but the awakening did not remember having dreamed anything. One morning, after getting a little annoyed by the loud alarm, took the book and look for something to give him a solution. There, printed on its last page read, "In life, dreams can come true, but in a dream, you first have to wait to fall asleep and then pray not only for dreaming, but I wanted to dream. "After reading that, went back to work declined. I had lost a month for nothing. All he had done at that time had not come to fruition either. He was apathetic, sad, deluded.

that night to get home, jumped on the bed. At around her, could only breathe an air of sadness, because everything that I wanted to dream, was not anywhere, until they inadvertently account fell asleep. That was the night. That was the night he dreamed again. And there, immersed between the worlds of Morpheus, he asked again, "Am I asleep or awake?". This time, the response was different. Felt not one ounce of pain to his pinch, not even notice as his hand slapped his face several times. Which meant that it was achieved. Was immersed in his own dream, one in which could make everything I wanted.

First, he built a city that I call "Love." I invite all who knew her, to enjoy its scenery, the beautiful sea, its vast forests and its people. Finished writing his book, that in recounting his adventures, and published it in one of the most prestigious publishers. He then flew over the Atlantic Ocean to reach Paris, where he would be released for his famous writings. And there, among the crowd anxiously awaited signing of his book, an intense look at the perfect time, shone at all. It was the look of a beautiful woman. One woman, who smiled constantly. There was his love, the love that had always expected. Hundreds of people attended the wonderful event, and just when it was time for the beautiful woman, a full sound now. It was the sound of the alarm, the sound that marked the end of his dream. The sound they make, that this moment would vanish completely, leaving nothing in its path.

The boy awoke and turned off the alarm clock. I was so close to getting it he wanted. A few more minutes and would have achieved its purpose, in one night, all I wanted to achieve. After breakfast and dressed, went to work as daily. There, he ordered all the travel section by author, anywhere. Next, children's books categorized by age. And when they reached the box, where they waited another four hours attending to all customers that pass there, a young man came to him.

- Sorry, do you have the book "A Life of Dreams"?.
- Yes, he said, accompanying her to the shelf where he was.
- Thanks - replied the girl, smiling.

Back in the box The girl came back.

- I'll take it, could you please gift wrap?.
- Yeah right. There are eight to seventy-five. "Cash or card?.
- With card.

The girl pulled out his wallet and put on the card box. The young man saw her, read her name. He was known, but could not remember why.

-Here. Wait a moment while the wrap.

There was, to begin to wrap the book, read about him that name. She was the author of the book. The author of the book that made him lose hope. The author of the book, which first had given him the opportunity to experience something unique while later, he had won all kinds of hope.

- Is that you, right?.
- Sorry, but ... What do you mean?.
- The book is you who wrote it, is not it?.
- Si ... Have you read?.
- Yes ... and I'm sorry, but I can not make any sense. I do not mean a bad book, but it makes no sense. Offer something impossible to achieve. Something much they want to believe, do not lead anywhere. Do not you think?.
- Maybe. But if you think that is why you did not understand from the first moment I started reading it. Or maybe, because you expect to find anything in it. Tell me, what you read whole?.
- Yes, from the beginning until the end of your pages.
- Are you sure? - Said the girl smiling again.
- If I'm not. I have given many turns in recent days and have not found anything that had already seen before.
- Have you read also the page "minus one"?.
- What? - Strange question.
- The page "minus one." In every book, there are at least two or three blank pages, as in it. Instead, this book has a difference and that does not begin with page one, but by the "minus one." You can watch it if you want. The young man took

the book, looked closely at the cover and opened the first page. There, in tiny print as if it were a secret, was written one sentence: "Such dreams can never overcome reality. Since a dream come true, is more than a dream.

After reading that, looked at the girl and she said, smiling:

"In life there is to live a dream, we must dream to live. No need to dream our dreams, but simply fighting for the project. "Indiyon

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Play me:

ago long time, a man disappeared from his life.

He loved music, loved his sweet melody, each of their notes, each one of its meanings. Loved in itself, each of their stories. He lived for music and live music for him. It was a perfect relationship. A relationship full of friction, of beats that set the tempo to the beat of his heart. He did not speak, but touched. His speech was none other than the staff, some language that only come to understand it perfectly. Her feelings were the melodies played from within. Feeling that if you listen, eventually evocaríais from your heart. So he was, a set of notes, keys, sounds closer to the ear.

every morning, even before sunrise, if you spent at your window, you could hear that song. One every day, because they only got, back to life. He lived alone, as his piano for him was everything. But for a while could enjoy, without the bitter loneliness. As with somebody listened, as he drew all his soul the feelings evoked. With every note he played, a touch leaped. Gradually

with its melody, a new picture appeared. The drawing of feeling, a nameless man. Portrait of a piano, played through their hands. But shortly before his last finished work, the last stroke checked, the man disappeared, and with it, the melody is gone. Leaving time limit, an unfinished painting.

Years passed, since that man left to play. Until one morning in the ears of the solo artist, a melody rang. The young man waking up, took out his box to see which one pianist who left his work unfinished, now from his recollection, recall again. And so, with just a memory, the man could regain his picture. Creating in him the place, the pianist always used remember. Where in his childhood, learned to play.

Indiyon

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Indiyon hits the streets! A walk through Madrid.

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With the arrival of spring and good weather, the fact is that like going out. Whether a walk, to lie in a park in the sun or why not, to make themselves conocer.Aprovechando these days are enjoying glorious sunshine in the city, yesterday I decided to get Indiyon for a while, so Madrid know what lurks in its corners .

all started in the morning. Since yesterday, we had planned to walk through the center and eat there. So without much thought, embarked on direct metro to Moncloa. As long he did not know what to do exactly (because you know that here in Madrid, the sun fool enough), we cherish as if we were Eskimos. Imagine the view! Not even ten minutes passed when we were dead of heat! But hey ... it was nothing that could not be resolved, taking off some clothes ...

toured Moncloa, Princess, Temple Square Debod and Spain, until we meet outside the restaurant "The Wok" which is located just outside the mouth of metro.La had not really thought about eating there, but Indi struck him ... and once it leaves the poor, we would not deprive him of it, right?. As always ... I ordered the salad Cantonese ... And my mother! That salad! Among the Cantonese duck, salad, vegetables and mustard sauce ... We left with a full stomach ... I honestly do not even know how we were able to continue walking.

continue our journey through Gran Via, visited Callao, Fuencarral, Hortaleza ... And the time that you or rather, a nap, we were craving for coffee. In that time. At what point would ask for a coffee with a scoop of vanilla ice cream, and a piece of brownie surrounded by a thick layer of whipped cream and chocolate syrup. "This is death" ... those were the words spoken after my stomach. But that's going to do, as the grandmothers say, "once a year does not hurt." India took their coffee, and well done, called pancakes with cream ... yes, as well fold the dish, which I believe is no longer needed or that they even scrubbed.

Yesterday was a hot day, a spring day of those who invite you to take walks, eat at the first restaurant you encounter. Of those that invite you to take a good cold coffee, to continue the walk. Yesterday was ... well, how to explain. Fun maybe. Yesterday finally hit the streets Indiyon. Met Madrid and its buildings, its people, parks ... and really liked it. Moreover, he liked it so much, he wanted to be part of it. So yesterday, if you look in the little corners we went through, you will find him and his cat. The proof of this, you will find below.

For those who already know me, this place is nothing new, but for those you meet me ... just one thing: "Welcome to the world of Indiyon."

Indiyon

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"Keep dreaming"

Last night I dreamed about you, your hair color with wheat. Riding on the mantle of the field, riding your white horse. In just seconds I remembered, your lips taste like honey, your kiss at dawn, waking many days you want. And what about your arms, holding strong now as beautiful mane of horse. That will be your hands, covering my eyes every evening. That will be touching your lips to mine, entertained us in the cold nights. Who will look up your eyes as the sun, tell me who. Who will be brave to take advantage of forgetfulness, so you swing on the wheat fields. Who will which will take advantage of solitude, which accidentally went for you.

In my eyes you spent on the back of your white horse, while your cheeks popping out, tears of disappointment. Fear?, "Sadness?," Grudge perhaps?. For a long time I walked in the footsteps of your horse, and get noticed, how hard it is to see on a tombstone your love away. Yes, last night I dreamed about you, your hair color with wheat. Honey taste your lips, your eyes at night, your soft hands on my skin. But no, wait, now I remember ... that was not a dream. For the dead do not dream, just shake to oblivion, all experienced, who hides in reality, after the total darkness. Thanks at least I, for my light in life, shines on you today.

Indiyon

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"Olvidarte"

Touch me, hold me, drag me. Restriégate, brushes my skin. Take me higher, we lift up the flight of swallows, and let me fly with them. Show me the blue sea, while sailing memories. Hold me in your arms feared that joining the tours of my return. Mark for the road layout in a sky full of clouds. Follow me and let me follow you, but above all always reach you. Let me love you love, pamper and even spend. Let me give you my most beautiful work of art, so that they understand, that I will never forget.

Indiyon.

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"My senses and I"

time ago, someone told me that it was funny this picture. To tell me what the truth is that it began to seem strange to me too, so I asked him why he was just thinking that curiosidad.Sin, he replied:

"It is curious at the same time funny. Generally, all that hide we do not like us, in complete darkness. It's like using a dark room in which we hide from what we fear. You, without however, has hidden the best part of you under a halo of light. It is as if hiding something, which you were anxious to show the world. Perhaps the best part of you, do not know. Anyway ... I find it curious. Because if so, why not show what you hide?. "

Today, after several years since that picture captured, I decided to say a word, in response to that little conversation.

As I watched

staring, thinking that was behind the halo of light, I've noticed one thing. And, as it said the person, after the halo of light, lies the best me.

almost a year ago, I decided to hide my feelings. I decided to cover my lips with his sonrisa.Decidí close my eyes, with his eyes. I decided to cover my ears, along with all its sounds. "The reason I did?. I guess like everyone else, partly out of fear or dread. Had just emerged from a period of time in which my life had been in a slump, and at that time, he denied everything that could remind me of that. After what happened, I met a new world, a new lifestyle. One was getting me to avoid thinking of anything that was not worthy. One was getting to me, things I never thought. One, in which most days are day. So I decided to enter that world, cover my eyes ...

... my mouth ...

... and my ears after a dressing.

A band, which would protect me against any external attack that was not wanted at the time.

Yes, the truth is that what worked. Gradually I got to become one more. One of those people who run every day through the streets of the city without any destination to go. One of those people, who they hang from shop to shop, buying things they never used. One of those many people who are absent with the brain, and at what might make them feel, at what we could make them live. I wanted to be a normal person and I got it ... until today.

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Today I awakened to a light that went through my vendas.Me have fully awakened to the sound of music that took every tiny corner of it might be, to enter my ears. And most importantly, today, I wondered what it meant.

Just as I remembered what was to be me. Which was enjoying the sweet sound of the accordion, enjoy hands full of paint, a head full of memories, eyes that reflect their truest landscape. Today, after waking up, I decided to take off the bandage that covered my eyes ...

... the band that covered my ears ...

... and the band that covered my mouth in order to discover the world, what we always hid. Since being yourself, for us to be rare, it is something that we should never forget.

Indiyon

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The beauty of a love ... "Unemployed?...

The other night I fell in love and out of love at the same time. Who could say. Feeling the urge to merge two completely different lives to merge into one and after that, feel the contradictory desire to spread quickly.

While traveling in the caboose, the last train even traveling on the subway, I thought that I might bring that night. I thought it would be like any night, those salts in which you gather with friends, drink, smoke, and after a while you come home with no company, which will accompany a hangover the next morning. Instead, that night, everything was different.

Arriving at the house where the party was held, the air they breathed was comfortable and human. Talks with alcohol and smoke flooded the minds of every one of us. The night began with the strange looks from some unknown, the inevitable game that we would share. "Who am I, what do I have?, What happens to me?". That

I ask me. Who are you, what you have to get it do not stop looking at you?, And most importantly, what is wrong with me?.

The night seemed to be like everyone else, but as always, the most beautiful hidden beauty ever seen.

dark eyes showed that after one look promising, I trembled at times. A smile that every second evoked joy and happiness. Lips that swayed with every word, every laugh, with every mouthful of glass containing his enthusiasm. Soft and delicate hands that touched all those around him.

a person. A person is what turned me away, which woke me from my slumber sleep, reminding the desire to live and see the beauty in life, the beauty of love. Beauty that night, I had this before my eyes.

- Who are you?.
"What we both desire.

Those were the words I expected to hear that night.

What are you doing here?, What are your dreams?, Is love, what I breathe?. So many questions and barely time to utter them.

"Do not go, stay, still too early ... No, wait, better go ... because I know that the beauty of love that today I discovered, is just the beauty of unrequited love.


Indiyon

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and sh ... (Day of working women)

There is a question that never fails in any conversation when you meet someone ..."¿ that you do? ". I fully understand that is one of the typical questions which serve to start a conversation, but the truth is that every time that little question me more mosque.

People seem to ask, expecting to hear a satisfactory response rate, "I'm studying psychology," I am a nurse in the hospital Ramon y Cajal "or" I'm studying law while working in a clothing store. "If people do not do more than wait for answers which are accustomed to listening, and me, they always disappoint. Every time I ask that question, I can only bite my tongue and respond" dignity "not work ... and no study. To which obviously I respond ..."¡ Oh, are you one of those now emerging Ninis on TV right? ... yes, yes, those children neither working nor studying ...

"Nini? ... Maybe I should not bother, not even offended because I do not feel identified with that word, but I can not stop bothering me. Why, here goes.

Every morning I wake up at 10:00 am so, from that hour until 11:00, I read the newspaper, browsing social networking sites and visited some blogs. From 11:00 to 13:00, two hours pass with my partner, which makes breakfast, makes his bed, talking about what will happen in the day, we managed ... In short, what is usually done long before you leave home and "start the day."

I get home at about the 13:30 and from then until 15:00, I write in one of my major projects (a book, which I hope to publish soon, followed by many others). From 15:00 to 15:30 I have to eat that, but I have to make dinner, so the schedule was delayed until 16:00 or 16:30, with what to pick up the kitchen. After that, I have to turn to help my mother with the computer, explains how the printer, Word, PowerPoint and all that probably will not use, but out of curiosity, she wants to learn. If my father is at home, then turn it is to him ... if you find me this, that if that make me, if I can record not what, that if you cleanse it from there, if you help me to wire the room, that if the grandfather has told me to go down to tune not what channels .. do not know what unit (unit which will have been tuned a thousand times before.) And time is left, subtracting a shower for a relaxed stay and dinner, about me remaining about three hours to devote to what I want. And what is that?, For that is trying to keep this blog alive, to continue writing about my big project, finish painting pictures and paintings that build up behind the doors of the rooms, the walls of the room and terrace. And all this, until 01:00 am, at which point I called my partner to go and find the meter so you can spend the night together, until the next morning.

seems simple, practical, and not boring at all, as many say ... what really seems, is that I have "all the time in the world." Yes, that's another great phrases that workers use for the unemployed ... have all the time in the world. And a po ... I want to tell!. All the time in the world? ... Is it that your days have 24 hours like mine?.

In 24 hours, subtract 8 hours of sleep for example, 2 hours for three meals a day, 1 hour to shower, grooming, etc ... That leaves us ... 13 hours. Of those 13 hours, discounted one hour between coming and going from home to your family, deduct another hour or so, the time it takes to go shopping at the supermarket, going to buy paintings, or what you do need ... (and we all know that the more we think we have everything we need something more.) Removes the time to clean or pick up and cooking every meal ... about 2 hours. That brings us to ... 9. Of these 9, subtract 1 hour for the toilet, 1 to 2 hours to explain to your mother needs to know everything about computers, or how clean the hood or whatever .. just comes to mind do, and which obviously counting on your help. Resta also, 2 to 3 hours, by the time you spend with your father and his work. And make a couple of days, remove the tasks that you perform for your partner ... if sanding a door, if then paint with acrylic drawings, if after varnish ... now, if I happened to also painted the bed ... in order. Nine hours, we stayed at ... 3 or 4. Of which has to paint, write, go to the doctor, psychologist and be available for any mishap. Whether you kill a cockroach in the kitchen, sweep the crumbs left by your brother at every turn, or discuss with your neighbor to see who comes out before the portal.

Are you sure I have all the time in the world?. Because there is actually something that people do not realize, is that people who are unemployed are people who do everything that workers do not. Those that stay home and clean each room, make each bed, go out and buy the food they cook later, help their parents or siblings to care for their children, are maintained accounts of the house, going to the bank every day and see the red of his book while pulling the pelos.Son those who endure the bad responses from their partners because of their work, their children enduring days after day since leaving school when he did not appreciate anything that is done for them ... are, after all, people who are available to others, 24 hours a day.

This is not to say that there are people who work and also make some of these tasks, but I can safely say ... that not even be available to all, no more than 1 hour a day.

And for those who do not think so, I will clarify with two examples.

1 º. My father works 8 hours a day, which lost two more to go home from work. To get eaten, finished her work issues which may take from 1 hour to 4 depending on the day. Visit their parents (not every day), go to neighbors' complaints, goes buy ... etc. The time spent with my mother, is the time you spend on lunch and dinner and the rest is the time spent resting, watching TV and sleeping. As a worker, you need rest, just need to watch TV to escape a bit of work and therefore be able to return the next morning somewhat refreshed. Of the 24 hours that has day, time spent with me is the meal, because the time watching TV, clearly, is resting.

2 º. My partner works 10 hours a day in a restaurant, to which are added two more to come and go underground. Leaves home at 13:00 and again that by 01:00 or 02:00 on the morning, depending on the day. Of those 12 hours that detract from the day, 8 hours of sleep are between 1 and 2, shower, breakfast ... etc. The total time we spent together, being aware of it, is 2 to 3 hours, in which only hears of work. It follows that the time of enjoyment, leisure, relaxation of privacy or whatever, is almost zero.

Now, add another quite different example, that of an unemployed person.

1 º. My mother is unemployed for four years. He gets up at 06:00 am with my father, prepare clothes and breakfast. When he goes, he is awake and, clean the house, going to the cleaners, makes the shopping, preparing food, put the washing machine, tends the grill (in my house are four people, so imagine what supposed to do laundry ... or worse, having to iron them), talk to their parents by phone and her sister (since they live outside the city, however when found in Madrid, makes a one-hour trip one way and another back, to be with them, wash them, the food, prepare the medication, make them buy the same thing ... a go, but in another home). In the afternoon, not having had enough, focuses on helping my father with the affairs of their work, learn some information with me, check out his in-laws, devotes little time to spare, to talk to me about anything, attend to my brother, prepare dinner, and after collecting the kitchen, sits at last on the couch watching TV for a while with my father until he falls asleep. His day "does not work," begins each day at 06:00 am and ends at 23:00. 24-hour in the day, spending 18 hours moving from one side to another ... ten more hours than you expend any worker. And best of all is that not only struggle to get a place for others and be ready for anything, not only supports her husband in his job crisis in addition to their children, but also does all this without receivable.

And yes, perhaps this is where your great response arrives, "that's their job." And if, here, here I ask, is it not also the work of any other person?, Do if it is a work, if their "work" should not be equally recognized?. Did you follow really thinking, which is not only an unemployed person, but it has all the time in the world?. If the answer to this last question is "YES" ... welcome to the world of "give it all done" because it probably is you who are waiting for these people.

All women like my mother, work 7 days a week, 365 days a year.

March 8th day of the working woman. "

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few weeks ago, all those around me agree on an opinion about me, and they see that I have become an "ogre." They say that sometimes my attitude is somewhat easygoing way, it seems that I do not worry as before by others, I've lost the taste, excitement and perhaps a little love. They say I look different, I've become distant and foremost, sometimes absent. And they are quite right, but I do not know is that at the same time wrong.

Some of them have shared with me my last experience. That led me from the silent awakening one morning, the great sound of a hospital emergency. Some of them have lived with me during those days, and others, only later. The question is, I've become after all, an "ogre."

The "No" is installed in my mouth, as constestación to any request or question. Indifference to certain things, has been present in more than one occasion. And boredom and apathy, save time by time. And even in the depths of me is something I feel, in my area, I am actually indifferent. At least for now.

I've always tried to get in the skin of others. In fact, there are many who consider me a person certainly sympathetic. And now, at this moment, is just what I need. It's just what I expect of others.

After leaving the hospital, I thought things would change. I knew things would change, but expected to do so otherwise. He hoped that the discussions were over, that the bad times faded, that the deception did not exist and that calm will come after the storm as they say. In contrast, none of this has happened. Yes, things have changed, but not as I expected.
People around me are aware that I am not the same. They are aware that I need to recover, that need to be calm, go slowly regaining my life. But are unaware or do not want to be, many other things. And one of them is that like it or not, my life will never be the same.

fumes that have always characterized Indiyon gradually disappearing have to go to my regret. The long distances under the sea surface, sooner or later reach its end. Sleepless nights, surrounded by wine, have become clear as the water that now filled my glass. Fears over the years, had managed to get rid, reappear surrounded by a dark, increasingly uncertain. The fear of a return to a death that comes with each step, while installing within seconds. The fear of reliving a situation that will increasingly worse, with no opportunity to remedy it. The rejection does not recognize, it will continue happening. Nostalgia for what you lost, what we lose. From what you did, and no longer will. The feeling of having to say goodbye. Of having to say goodbye. The sensation of feeling sick, "without really be." The feeling of having to apologize to those you left along your way. Impotence to see you are no longer the same and perhaps never get to be. Impotence to understand what is really important in life, while others look like wasting yours with trivial things. Laziness of wanting to fight to see who want happy, noting that at no time will achieve it. The fatigue that every twenty or thirty minutes, forcing you to rest. The peace you are trying to find, without going to find.

When you live something, your mind changes. Your life changes. And while the others go back to your routine as if nothing, you struggle to do it the same way. But you know not. That hard to recover that. So you decide to play along to everyone. Decide to accompany them in their routine, to help in their day to day. Decide to travel, go, run, play ... as hide your tired, your apathy, and above all your sadness. Sadness, which will keep your eyes outbreak. Because above all, what people want is to see that you're okay, but not true.

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This morning I woke up with a word in mind, "normal." And, what does this word mean?. What exactly do we mean when we talk about normal?. "After a big change, normality can return to our lives?.

exactly seventeen days ago my life changed a slight hit. A minor setback, I was being admitted to yesterday in a hospital in La Paz. And, although repudiated this principle, the case is now just get up, hoping to find something else in the space around me.
hoped soon as you open your eyes, saw Madrid greeted me as usual. He hoped that José Luis, one of the nurses came with her smile and joy to "get" me to make me laugh. He hoped that Light, Paki or Mariluz, appeared out of nowhere with his sympathy has prepared me to bed and of course, has a laugh with me. I expected to see the halls with Esther, Laura, Mari Carmen, cross, just to give them good morning, and receive from them their smiles, their looks or the aroma of peach. Also expected to find Gloria and of course, with Pili, this woman with so many days I laughed, and so many times I've wanted to call "love" as she did with me. And, as every morning from the last days, anxiously awaited the visit of Monica, a young girl, in practice, every day going through my room but would only give me the good morning. Today expect much more than what I found. And that makes me feel sad.
In sixteen days, I met many people and most of them have shared moments of my life, thoughts, smiles, "jokes" ... an endless list of things that are gone.

And, as you well said yesterday, there is no routine in the world, as I have lived in these días.Ya it was not me who created my routine, but them. They were the ones that made me laugh, that kept my mind began to think. Which each day, I drew the first smile and the last.
But now, I feel sad. No more getting up, I find my smile anywhere. Normality can not find who was weeks ago. My tomorrow looks tired, at a pace even slower, surrounded by people running to and fro, while I find myself sitting, trying to catch his breath. Trying to catch the rhythm, what some call normal. And worst of all is that this time it cost me more.

Thanks to the nurses on the ground six of Urology and Thoracic, and my parents, for all time that have happened to my lado.Porque all they have done for me is a work of art, which I would not forget ever.




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Valentine's Day. Not a day dearest while hated around the world, Valentine's Day. And for some, it's just another day in which large businesses to leverage their "January" or "August" and so little savings get us even we were. But the truth is that for years, there are many who celebrate this day to meet in the intimacy with their partners.
For my part, the belief that this day is the perfect excuse to spend and spend, it's pretty accurate, but on the other hand, it is an excuse which I use for my partner to snuggle up and kill with kisses without rhyme or reason.

some time before reaching this date so named by all, I am dedicated to helping others to find the most original gifts for your loved ones. As on other occasions, my beloved person remained missing. No instead, this year, I celebrate with my friends irony. Why, now you'll understand.

Every year, for these dates, I have always been alone. Not only in its entirety, but alone, without partner. And indeed, such a day, can not be celebrated only with yourself. And the fact is that for a year like this 2011, in which joy and couples enjoy, this is not me. Or rather, I'm not with her. But I am in a hospital, wanting to get out of here to see the sun again without running the window glass. And the truth ... however much they say it is an invention of "The English Court" ... do not know the illusion that made me, buying anything stupid and say ... "Happy Valentine's Day baby, because you and I are in love." In contrast none of this will happen, because created to live one day with your loved one, just may be today for me, ironically.

Although even so, congratulations on the nurses that I smile every morning. A mother calling me every day, the father to come and strip for hours playing a computer geek, trying to beat my record. And of course my partner, who spend hours and hours working like everyone else, in this day semi-special.

Happy Valentine to all those who are near me.



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about four days ago about who I am kidnapped in absolute tranquility. Such is the tranquility of this place, someone, forty-seven years, decided to call "Peace."
Finally, issues aside, the fact is that the peace has appeared by surprise in early February, bringing a variety of issues, questions, quizzes and other equipment, for my enjoyment and disfrute.Y here, after four nights surrounded by women caring for their beloved men, surrounded by men who care for their tireless women, a question arises in my mind. One question, awakened by the love they feel these people, towards each other. And is that ... Where is the love ... if it is my partner?.

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One word: Fear.

"Fear only serves to make us carry all our troubles behind him, wherever we go."

problems. We've all had some kind of trouble over our lives. Either do not make ends meet, meet with a layoff at work which we had been going years, or the absence of a loved one. Yes, from birth face multiple and diverse problems, but do we really solve them all?.

is clear that the problems are not only physically, as not only affect our work or our activities. Since there are certain problems which only affect us, affecting in turn, every act and action we make, as well as our environment. A clear example of this would be the girl who follows in the footsteps of others, for fear of not finding your site. The young man who assumes the role of subject, for fear of being rejected. Or the woman who gives everything he has, for fear that someday someone will snatch whatever is left.

If it is true that there are problems that never or only rarely, we answer. And these are the ones that are hidden within. Are you really show who we are, what are our fears or worries, and that's what we want and we sincerely in life. And why not give them solution?. Clearly, we give no fear. Because we know that accepting such a problem, involve ourselves known to others. Involve demonstrating that we are not as normal as we think. That acts that sometimes do, do not come true from within, but from another person. We do not give solution mainly for fear of acknowledging that we have a problem. If

to pose this time, under a simple mathematical operation, the result would be:

wrongdoing Circumstances + Issues = problems = Fear


The circumstances that surround us, plus wrong actions we perform in front of them, lead to problems, which we are scary. But if we eliminate the fear and reactionary to everything else, the result would be different.

wrongdoing Circumstances + = Problems

Problems = Fear + Fear + Acceptance = Acceptance + right action
Acceptance + Courage courage = No Problems

If under one circumstance and wrong action, from which we get a problem which causes fear, fear and accept that this problem, take corrective action, as it would simply accept it, you will see that results vary. Therefore, acceptance not only takes courage, but also to solve the problem, thus creating his absence.

And here comes the big question, is it as strong and great is the fear to let it rule our lives?.

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this morning as he lit a few candles and I was ready to continue with my usual routine, a scream from outside caught my attention. I'm curious as well, with the last candle in hand, I opened the balcony door and looked out onto the balcony. Below it, front of the portal, was an old man lying on the floor in a puddle of sangre.Al apparently fainted man without knowing how or why and fell, dropping by his weight alone. Which caused a gap in the head, then started to bleed.
For a moment I was stunned watching her vacant eyes up to the sky, holding the candle. In just a few seconds, the owners of the surrounding local who had seen it all, came to his rescue. Some said that no one moved, others will leave you room to breathe and more anxious, pulled from their pockets a cell phone to call an ambulance. It took almost twenty minutes to it arrived and at all times, the man was accompanied.

may at this moment, think that this is something that happens often. But if I may follow, you will see that deep in every act, there is always more beautiful and important.

bad thing about living in a neighborhood near the outside of the city, is that the ambulance can always take whatever you want. The good news is that after all we all know, even in sight.
During those twenty minutes, in which the old man stared at the sky, I could not stop thinking, stop looking on one side, looking for the ambulance, let alone to observe in detail to every person who was with him. There was dependent rose every day without a morning, like many. A young woman, who did not let go even for a moment their hands of him. A Peruvian consoling an old woman. And a prostitute, constantly calling 112.

Perhaps I have missed some detail, or maybe you added any more. I do not know, the fact is that today, for the first time, I felt proud. Proud of the people around us to see that there is still a human background in all of us. Today, there below, where a man was lying on the ground bleeding, he had not only people but also foreigners, prostitutes, children, elderly, drug addicts. There were all that to normally, we take in our lives. Ram through prostitutes, but we did not even stop to think that basically it is people like us. We complain about the foreigners, without asking even if they are happy, we do not realize that they are people like us. We complain about our boss without appreciating that if not for him, maybe we would not have a house in which to live. We complain about the drug, when in fact we all are.

Virtually live everyday people away from us. When in reality, everyone, absolutely everyone, we are people within.

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