the first quarter.
beginning of the year I commented that it would be a great year and has been, is and will be. I ordered this and it should be.
once read a novel by Isabel Allende, "I confess that I have read," a phrase. I've always said that she is a writer of sentences. Verbal repartee, only to find phrases that deserve read off the bricks she writes. "Wish me an interesting life, rich ... I do not want to be happy. Being happy should be tedious, fastidiosísimo, not pleasant to be lived. " Doña And Chilean, my friends, is absolutely right.
This year is going down that road, in recent months have been a real roller coaster, sometimes overwhelming, sometimes with unusual moments, discovering, for example, that what was and was not the masks fall showing his wonderful horrible realities-by may be. Discover secrets, know truths, understand, fall, get up, understand, listen, hear, smile ultimately live in uppercase.
What is or has happened in this quarter ends. A bird's eye was the following:
suffer, for the second time, a burglary.
Following the death of my father, last year, I decided, at the wrong time, bring me all the family jewels. I brought, completito, "The parrot Moscow home, jewelry, a few years-few-centuries and a few secrets. Precious gems with their work in platinum and gold chains, rings movie, heavy necklaces, incredible earrings, watches spectacular lost kingdoms. I brought them, who would have thought that a couple of idiots have at home a treasure. Therefore lost. I discovered his loss when looking for a jacket, long after, and not finding it. I got to review and find missing things, including jewelry. That was last year.
re-entered this year. I was traveling and my Migratory Bird called me "Thank goodness you're not here ..., re-entered and everything is a disaster" . This time they took a lot more, my modest collection of watches and some quite unusual things.
not sorry for the jewelry or its value would never wear or use, not usually conspicuous, indeed, were not mine and would lack. I'm sorry for what they represented, its history, the great-grandmother's ring, the snap Mariannne ..., and, above all, for The Rose of Jericho, yes it hurt. The Rose of Jericho belonged to the family of my Migratory Bird for over 200 years old, my father kept it as his true treasure. Every weekend was his rite of years, was put in water, hydration and see, what "Great Guru Helvético" , forecasting, family, next year. The end of last year was our first time, in total privacy, and last time we did without it ... and I wonder: What the hell are going to be a vulgar thieves with The Rose of Jericho? It would make a tesito? It's going to smoke? Iban make a soup? We returned the illusion to see see the face of my father-Gusty-eyes of a child and eighties?
pa'tos know that there are people. How would my girl Deep Eyes.
To verify, amazed that the genetic mixing clothing divine creatures, taking a little here, a little further. An example from the flight and swear it is not a metaphor: Cross your an Anopheles with Glossina, put a touch of the eyes of the Bride of Chucky in the body of Gullum, as Peter Jackson, and leave a Alex Forrest anyone. With all the bad grapes and presence. She, who lives across the street from the bitterness and intends to accompany him for life. Are these people you talk to them, covers them with roses, I want the best of the best, smiles and gives them not accept them, increasingly bitter.
is terrible, my friends, see a wonderful human being becomes doodle, broken mirror. "It's a basket case" say and I do not think so. Just hope that it becomes the butterfly I know they are, and fly in flight divine, harmony, peace they need, I wish you peace. I hope so, I do for them.
When I meet with that kind of person I am delighted. Play a musical work without the flats, sharps and alterations is very soft. The flats, sharps, enrich the music changes. Indeed, imagine a piano with no black keys? At its sound seems that you are missing something. So they, know them and spend time enriching the lives of me, I teach other realities, other present and that is appreciated. Friends in life one must be grateful. Those who have eyes to read and perhaps understand.
My job Discover, every day, how interesting it is. A world within a world in the world. I confess that sometimes I'd run away, find something else, I confess that my work left to be other things I like to do, among other things to read and comment on their blogs, but confess plainly that I love doing what I do, is a daily challenge and the adrenaline was going crazy. I may be completely masochistic, I enjoy my times and my heart night dinners, almost breakfast. Quack is trained and kept the table set up when we arrive. My Migratory Bird sharing is not far behind this unusual world.
"Justify your limitations, and certainly will" Richard Bach wrote so read-back in his "Illusions" in 1979 ... how old I am God!
has been known and recognized, even in passing, wonderful cities, the always surprising Berlin, Stuttgart cold rain, my beloved Zürich, my "love eternal hatred" with Madrid, the people of Brussels, the pious Sevilla The subtle Lisbon ... -
reconnect with the rudder, mast, sail, the wind in its sails that is My Beloved Empress of China in my life. Knowing it's there and marvel at his quick mind and his infectious laughter.
Rossini has been reunited with his notes and lose myself in their fiendish parts for tenor. Joaquin Rodrigo to rediscover his work and know that memories are in me, laugh with Tricicle, Geneva on a cold night, which turned into applause and warm children's laughter in the faces of those adults Swiss bankers. As a company? The Geneva subtle and warm presence of friends and the look, Amazon, my putative son.
is walking Aranjuez sharing the road with film eyes, humming-trying-the "Allegro gentile" Rodrigo , including Prince's Gardens, and meet with a guide. Simply "The Guide". Friends, I would give half my life to take a flat with her and listen for hours. Yes ... listen for hours, days to learn from other perspectives, other horizons, but with her laughter and her eyes. Friends, What lady, what lady. The life I should come back and take me a few gallons of his wisdom.
has been found with surprises, pleasant and not so pleasant, like my friend Martha, Robert, Antonio, Maria, Catherine, is to send all my good energy and best of myself to my friends, something must be Sorcerer serve and, above all, Ancient.
Day by day, and over time, see, understand and learn to be who I am. I am neither better nor worse person ... I'm just different and that, if different, is simply divine.
friends, as he did in his day Neruda, a "I confess that I have lived" , also read, "I hope to continue and have, above all, by my side ... My Bird Migration for learn to fly together and share the discovery with you, what else I can add and / or want?
All the best for you.
PS: The photo is Debod Temple, was taken in early year, when he gave me a wonderful Madrid spring day in winter. It's due to my Beloved Empress China, she must walk with me and talk to stones.
NOTE: 3 post and I will be the next to write. I owe it to Laura and other others, and other others.
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