THAT PAIN!
In Athens the festivals reinforced the feeling of unity of the polis. And the tragedy was born of those parties, especially in honor of Dionysus, the god of drunkenness. The tragedy, to be such, must result in participants: fear, altered emotional states and purifying catharsis allowing release the bad feelings ...
Zeus. - Oh, how I got tired of Prometheus warn you! ... But I never understood. The world goes by a painful way, say: "we want change, but ... Is it not inevitable greed and meanness? How will uproot all that? ...
Zeus was aware of his own futility and stopped talking ...
No one imagined what the future held for long-Hellenic, although it could hardly be worse than its crude this ... There will always be fear of poverty, hunger, and above all to death and more indignant if you are Greek, in search of catharsis.
Hopefully, all completed in comedy, with the police and army people joining poetically singing the pleasures of love and life after acquiring, as dirge for the useless politicians totally lost ... That sea foam of Athens, is fertilized by the blood of Uranus and always reign in Greece: EROS, VENUS and CUPID! ...
FREEDOM-3B
Throughout Europe a cold wind flowing from all its snowy mountains that form. The winter has been very raw 2012 for all this. Snow does not have the time to leave, is abundant and very abundant, white blanket covering everything as laid down from heaven. And there, in a patio home, a dog chained up, almost dead from hunger and cold, crying out for something more sacred: FREEDOM!
THE GREAT FEAT
In that village leisurely walking through its streets. From any point you can see the calm scenery of the countryside and it is here that one begins to understand that wherever one is directed to either the field or away from human habitation, you are never alone, always flowing over fields, villages, forests and cities, the wind is with us and takes away the earthly concerns, inviting us to the time devoted to the thoughts of eternity ... To achieve that, it's THE GREAT FEAT.
THESE TIMES
These are times of fear. Since many that have died from hunger and cold. There are no gardens anymore. There is also a nearby forest. There are some little gardens frail and malnourished. Weeds growing in cracks in ceilings and walls. People are greedy and often bad. All are occupied by earthly things: bread, money, a lot of ambitions and desires. They are the living who you Saudan, but the dead bury their dead. If someone dies in a family nobody wants to go there. What to say about death, not only the dead know not asking to eat, or covered from the cold. How we live yet? How can you survive? These are times of fear ...
WANTS TO LIVE
Oh! The grief and suffering reign supreme in this sordid world ... The world is sick of violence and injustice, no doubt about that. But no sane may approve social change, political and economic on the point of dying those who deserve it and deserve it though, might as well: It can not be believed in the virtue of purifying and atoning kill.
In my younger days, had a donkey which we loaded with enough weight and one day rebelled and refused to walk more .. How can we convince you? No one knows without experiencing a bad deal in itself. I lived a very difficult time in my childhood and was from then that very well and so unyielding the price of abuse, injustice and violence. How can we convince the noble burrico that the abuse which we did with him, did not exist? If He also wanted to live. If I wanted to live free from violence, abuse and injustice, even, perhaps, more than ourselves, waiting for someone to love ...
The world is sick of violence and injustice, all right. But is much more ill even lack of understanding, humility, sense of brotherhood ... LOVE!
Vagaries of nature
The great and noble Don Quixote was mocked by all, but the magic of his battles and the great flight of his spirit by their ideals and dreams left us a great lesson of fidelity and loyalty that has transcended all time ... I remember, that at some time I went to the countryside for a walk, take a small rotten log to cook my food, set it on fire without realizing that inside was a nest of termites everywhere ran for burning in the flames. The running into the sand got saved. Take the smoldering trunk and did it first, but it was too late. Many of them contracted in the fire. I felt terrible, terrible, to the horror inflicted on those tiny beings. But strangely enough, termites never left the trunk, and were turning back, not leaving your home. Even some were thrown into the trunk incandescent heroically dying there. ¿Vagaries of nature?
In Athens the festivals reinforced the feeling of unity of the polis. And the tragedy was born of those parties, especially in honor of Dionysus, the god of drunkenness. The tragedy, to be such, must result in participants: fear, altered emotional states and purifying catharsis allowing release the bad feelings ...
Zeus. - Oh, how I got tired of Prometheus warn you! ... But I never understood. The world goes by a painful way, say: "we want change, but ... Is it not inevitable greed and meanness? How will uproot all that? ...
Zeus was aware of his own futility and stopped talking ...
No one imagined what the future held for long-Hellenic, although it could hardly be worse than its crude this ... There will always be fear of poverty, hunger, and above all to death and more indignant if you are Greek, in search of catharsis.
Hopefully, all completed in comedy, with the police and army people joining poetically singing the pleasures of love and life after acquiring, as dirge for the useless politicians totally lost ... That sea foam of Athens, is fertilized by the blood of Uranus and always reign in Greece: EROS, VENUS and CUPID! ...
FREEDOM-3B
Throughout Europe a cold wind flowing from all its snowy mountains that form. The winter has been very raw 2012 for all this. Snow does not have the time to leave, is abundant and very abundant, white blanket covering everything as laid down from heaven. And there, in a patio home, a dog chained up, almost dead from hunger and cold, crying out for something more sacred: FREEDOM!
THE GREAT FEAT
In that village leisurely walking through its streets. From any point you can see the calm scenery of the countryside and it is here that one begins to understand that wherever one is directed to either the field or away from human habitation, you are never alone, always flowing over fields, villages, forests and cities, the wind is with us and takes away the earthly concerns, inviting us to the time devoted to the thoughts of eternity ... To achieve that, it's THE GREAT FEAT.
THESE TIMES
These are times of fear. Since many that have died from hunger and cold. There are no gardens anymore. There is also a nearby forest. There are some little gardens frail and malnourished. Weeds growing in cracks in ceilings and walls. People are greedy and often bad. All are occupied by earthly things: bread, money, a lot of ambitions and desires. They are the living who you Saudan, but the dead bury their dead. If someone dies in a family nobody wants to go there. What to say about death, not only the dead know not asking to eat, or covered from the cold. How we live yet? How can you survive? These are times of fear ...
WANTS TO LIVE
Oh! The grief and suffering reign supreme in this sordid world ... The world is sick of violence and injustice, no doubt about that. But no sane may approve social change, political and economic on the point of dying those who deserve it and deserve it though, might as well: It can not be believed in the virtue of purifying and atoning kill.
In my younger days, had a donkey which we loaded with enough weight and one day rebelled and refused to walk more .. How can we convince you? No one knows without experiencing a bad deal in itself. I lived a very difficult time in my childhood and was from then that very well and so unyielding the price of abuse, injustice and violence. How can we convince the noble burrico that the abuse which we did with him, did not exist? If He also wanted to live. If I wanted to live free from violence, abuse and injustice, even, perhaps, more than ourselves, waiting for someone to love ...
The world is sick of violence and injustice, all right. But is much more ill even lack of understanding, humility, sense of brotherhood ... LOVE!
Vagaries of nature
The great and noble Don Quixote was mocked by all, but the magic of his battles and the great flight of his spirit by their ideals and dreams left us a great lesson of fidelity and loyalty that has transcended all time ... I remember, that at some time I went to the countryside for a walk, take a small rotten log to cook my food, set it on fire without realizing that inside was a nest of termites everywhere ran for burning in the flames. The running into the sand got saved. Take the smoldering trunk and did it first, but it was too late. Many of them contracted in the fire. I felt terrible, terrible, to the horror inflicted on those tiny beings. But strangely enough, termites never left the trunk, and were turning back, not leaving your home. Even some were thrown into the trunk incandescent heroically dying there. ¿Vagaries of nature?
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