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the truth, you never know. Stories and Therapies

did not want to pretend

I do not want to lie

not really know what to put in front, so I decided better shut up.

Callar

Callar

Like that woman I ever imagined with horror, I watched anxiously wondering how will hear his voice.

street to avoid the mistake I guess

To not go around handing out judgments rickety,

order not to die trying

order not to lose, not knowing what lose

Because I do not know,

Because the truth, you never know well

should Intuition achieve but I am not of those who understand ... or would Mario, I will come wisdom when it no longer knew where they fall, when it no longer and enjoy temperance to understand ...

I wanted to tell the truth and then I learned that you never know

Then I wanted to tell my truth and I knew I never really know

I look forward always find the signature of the universe in the way to leave the mine written down, then what has happened in my life there.

I was looking for something to wave the banner, because I've always loved the colors and the winds, but there was no material to write on the findings

And the brushes had their own language (Russian or Macedonian) in the Hispanic world in which it was considered a picture of the afterlife but come close.

I was looking for something to sing the anthem of my life, because I've always loved the vibration and the sounds of the womb, but the horror of I was leaving there dumb and howls of despair were clouding my staff.

I was looking for an outfit that told me what I was podíay suits all the confusion that they loved me.

Without land, clothes, no anthem or flag, he had broken what he meant by truth.

Way several years following only the pulse of my blood.

seems a good compass until it was winter and the beat down to death, to emerge at times from the ice, and thinking there was more truth in glaciers.

And there was.

Truth

never know

Find is lose, lose is to find

I said all time to stop asking, because the ear of the universe was sick of me.

I said give him time, let him

May I respond when I could empty their obituaries and your mailbox.

When stamps have again said, when photographs

And I started to shut up again to wait

and watched in silence the edges of the window

never know when to stop asking and you never know when to stop waiting

Truth

Nunca se sabe…

Nunca sabremos la verdad

Nunca

Verdad?

 

Yo seguía esperando en la ventana y cuando quise mover mi impulso, tenía varias raíces en el alma

Quise mover mi esperanza y tenía rocas en el espíritu

Quise mover mi anhelo y el amor se hizo arena

grain falling on my head

Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick

Truth

never know when the wait is going to pass by and we will become shadows

never know when will the last minute

When it's time that all is lost

When we are buried in what we thought

never knows where life takes

Because we are blind, amnesia and poor

Because go around, blindfolded of sadness

escaping death We walk in the opposite direction

I do not want to lie

And so I'll shut

not want to miss my early

And so begins ... nothing

Truth

I wanted to know the truth

wanted to understand the universe and life

wanted have been different, especially

wanted me because over the pettiness of the world

wanted to think that my youth were nothing, that my hope and desire would be enough

wanted to tell everyone that man was just tripping two or three times with the same stone, rather than have to experience to live

wanted to feel that could ; to understand without having to go through all the sorrows of the world

A great spirit, a great hope

The monumental work of a small size and powerful rebel

A contradiction in

A Length

wanted to avoid various roads

Because considered unnecessary

I believed him to death and reflected

I believed him , those who lied trying to reconcile the worlds

believed the captains and soldiers

And then repudiated their civilian in killing fellow

Le believed the man who thought was great

And then those who said I was a little

I thought many things as truth, not wanting to believe and sometimes wanting

I wanted to believe in something because we need all the fires out where

And I thought

And then I tried to live with it and did not work

then tore all my skins to see if I was

And when I was swimming in my blood I wondered if I would

truths

I covered my wounds pamphlets

The ink was diluted

The precepts of me died

The truth will never know the truth

And I pluck weeds this my small, poor and new conviction.

Precarious , call us

Those who do not understand that there are things that are not understood

And complain to us as we smile

And out there saying that they value our efforts

But in every corner we look with pity and contempt because they do not fully fit into this life.

We look with pity and contempt

Because we do not end

Why not start

Because we were breathing the air that is becoming less

infants special We

Now we are misfits

We were curious teenagers

We are now others ...

This will also

And always be possible to have land and flag

But you know, it

never know.

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V: Who do we love when we love? Stories and Therapies


In my country, for decades have been displayed by the television, telenovelas in Latin America, especially Venezuela. Those who told stories of love and intrigue, which showed a family full of secrets and hidden money ... and right in the redemption of the intriguing, just as he was to reveal the location of the money ... died of a suácate leaving everyone with parallel eyes .... Contents

infaltables of those stories were clearly the romances between people of different (and rigid) social classes, which also had a child almost always lost and Indeed, almost the entire duration of the soap opera that revolved around the players could live their romance threatened ...

I walked around Papelucho reading, wondering if Jesus seríao not Mars, but nevertheless, it was inevitable to know the stories ... Mary the neighborhood, Topaz, Crystal and various other colored gems playing a special (and identical) role in the troubles of his love ... the "them" so good and kind, so often suffered, were women laden with virtues that for whatever reason, the beloved was not able to recognize enough to counter the difficulties that separated them and often do not know if the romance did not, for families, fate or the person in question ....

After listening and know a few of these stories, I had the feeling that these women hacían un complicado ejercicio con sus amados, veían a través de ellos, a través de sus extraños comportamientos, a través de sus faltas de lucha o de reconocimiento confiando en que aquello que veían, que era bello y honorable, algún día se manifestaría y junto con ello habría romance, reconocimiento y final feliz....

    Ha pasado un buen tiempo ya, y luego de Papelucho y la "Conozca Más", me puse a observar a las personas y a sus cuentos... y resultó que en lo que romances are concerned, the "Esmeralda" and "Crystal" were everywhere, waiting for the moment of transformation, playing a game loved looking through all the virtues that supposedly are there dormant, waiting, waiting, waiting ....

In one of those evenings I found myself waiting too, assuming I do not know how, there would come a time when he would leave to doubt that "grow" ; ... when those things that according to me, had always been there, and were honorable and virtuous, they will manifest openly and beautifully ... and of course, were things that had to do to make romance. And after waiting patiently at times and sometimes with fury I rose from the chair, I get a cold wind in the face and then I start to realize the game of mirrors ....

that there is no hidden virtues, not that there is growth potential, or that people can not change ... it's just that suddenly I wonder if we actually have the ability to see or if we are there nothing more than putting our hopes as other who offers a suit too big in the trailing sleeves and hem.

And that beyond the possibilities of change, may be that whoever is in front of you, is how you want to be, could be that the romance has all different colors, there is no jewelry space soap opera and not a couple confeccionarte try looking in the mirror .... May be that the challenge is in what we accept and we want to be that the great task of the romance is really come to love the one who is against you, do you suppose the debería estar, no al "5 años más tarde", no un "aquel" pasado por la manofactura personal sólo para acomodarse a nuestra imagen en el espejo.

   Me resulta difícil saber...¿A quién amamos cuando amamos? ¿Seremos capaces de aceptarnos en esa amorosa experiencia? ¿Podremos encontrar el equilibrio entre aceptarnos como somos y al mismo tiempo acompañarnos en nuestros respectivos crecimientos y desafíos?

   Y es que cuando alguien me preguntaba... ¿por What would you like want you? my answer at this time becomes wind Mid-Autumn acer leaves spinning in space "because" ... and know my strengths and my weaknesses, and know that I refuse to sleep if something interests me, I hate seafood and inexplicably, I have a ritual to tie my shoelaces ... discuss and learn Italian and cooking between drinks ... because those are the details of the list but will not be there if you do not completely sums, for no reason, to test the hand of the card will not be if I get on stage to sing and feel Round cinnamon ...