Nativity

The birth of a child is the most glorious moment of mammalian development. Well, any kind of animal. But specially carrying the baby, in most mammals, for a while inside is even more fascinating.
And what about this for a few months that I have said before that what's inside that has mysteriously appeared there going to be so important that it will revolutionize the world.
Fourteen years and have certainly no idea of what is a revolution, and also you have endorsed a guy older than you and you know nothing.
Well, there begins the journey until your child is killed at the hands of those who do not believe in it.

With the birth we bring you moral responsibility and mental shape to thatlittle person who, according to predictions, remove the foundation of an empire so large that it encompasses the limits of the known world.

Respect for others, for the feelings and the individual, peace, moderationand forgiveness skills. And of course lots of love.

Love from the universe and the universe. Love in abundance and in silence. A general love in actions and thoughts to share. And of course to make known to all, who will listen and those who do not.

There may be behind the simple birth of a little child.

Mohamd wishes you Merry Christmas Karamchand Gandhi

The defeat

We always think that our feelings are the most important, and no doubt actually are, for us, finally they are ours. But we make the mistake of using them, as with physical pain or problems, as a messure to understand those of others.

Seeing a friend in desperate emotional pain, inadvertently leads to compassion and sympathy, and in some cases even to be the organ sentimental friendcoming to cry for him.

Our feelings suddenly become shared, and imagine we feel the same as the other person. From the depths of our being hurt us memories and the bad times we had, with much effort, buried in memory. We return to the days of defeat. the battlefield where no more lying just that the inertia force to keep breathing. We die again, as that or those times when we die.

But this time it is not us. We are not who are under the darkness of these penalties. It is not our fight and defeat. There is a friend there who is dying and falling into the void of loneliness. And, forgetting our pain, so much hurt, raise your arms and hug the one who is close to help him starting again.

SEX

Headline in the press: "We think little about sex"

This headline leads us to think about the relationship between thought as representative of the rational, calculating, restraining and sex or passion, debauchery, heat and hot flashes.

Ugh! This issue can become quite intense! Let's see:

Is sex something to think about or what to think out? Should we jump into it with eyes closed or you should be careful with the what, the who and the how? Do I think when I practice it or I am driven by the senses? Maybe because I am a man my penis is who thinks, then he is who writes these lines! Do think women or they are driven also by their genitals?

This is a mess of genres and sex.

Surely all these questions can be answered but I am not going to be the responsible for answering them because I'm leaving to experience it.

CONSTANCY

The continuity and tenacity are not my strengths. It is the time what I faced and ideas that are crammed into the mind. When trying to sleep thinking is clearer, as bright as daylight that cleares me to a restless sleep. And I create. I create ideas that I believe, thousand successful projects, views that I contrast with dialectical opponents easy to vanquish, dreams that are realities rightbefore descending to the empire where the senses are useless...

Waking all gone! I imagine that everything was in that limbo of dreams they want to be true but rarely they don't obey the alarm clock to come with me. I remember them: projects, arguments, ideal ideas and which I had proposed such a clearway, it loses accuracy at the same time I lose value. It's true I'm not as bold as I'd like, nor foolhardy as it should, I hold on to reality and let go most chances.

But my head continues bubbling which leads me, gathering strength, the pride of not being a coward and hoping to add a bit of luck to this action, to launch into a daring adventure, leaving the ratio determined side. German, London, restaurant, archeology or judo, blogg, poems, photos, books, green, soak ...Anything ... And here I stay, in the beginning, middle, in the planning, start-up costs, with the nose in and ass in the air ... Where are you Constancy?