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Empty? # 3:

almost blank mind ... I think I got to touch that state of mind. only trying feel and understand to describe it. thought only how to define the state in which nothing but this, took my head. This and the awareness of how relaxed this moment that seemed literally infinite, it was all I could think and feel. And I can not even ensure that we thought or feel something worthwhile. I'm about to tell the facts.


was in a jacuzzi whose capacity was more than 20 people, but it was empty. With bubble jets unchecked, only my heartbeat and my breathing at water level (head leaning like a turtle or a crocodile) disturbed the quiet of it, which allowed reflect, as a perfect mirror, the cloudy landscape windswept taking place beyond the glass. And at intervals, he remembered the sun to heat peek a little earth and all that with its rays could reach.

I felt like a warm air mass rising by differences in density and pressure around me. The concerns were absent, had disappeared at that time had no place, in such circumstances could not be more than a burden that would not give even one second of attention, win or privilege on my mood.
My Feelings followed and renewed every moment, with every heartbeat and breath, and overlapping pushing so I do not know what the hell was experiencing. My thoughts and Reason (otherwise) my consciousness were seeking to explain to myself what I was feeling, looking to Once more precise words to express and translate it into our limited communication system, so inferior to the ability to convey our feelings. Finally, my feelings found the perfect setting for ordered and occupy new positions in the castle of my priorities.


remembered a very appropriate phrase: "do not waste the sun on a rainy day" . I do. And another phrase: "Make every calamity an opportunity" (Winston Churchill). And I do. I've been doing that for quite some time. And it works.


review of everything I've learned since I have use of reason. What I have offered and reported each experience and how I lived, used, and lessons that I have out clearly. Or at least the mistakes that I should not to repeat, it is not to hurt me, not to hurt other people. At that time I was more aware of myself than before, if possible. Everything seemed in order. And it was.

A sore on my left ankle (just left) kept me from being 100%, but was only one aspect physical for my spirit and my psyche were renewed, following the royal decrees established by my government, following the proposed deadlines for the management of my person and behavior.


And after all this and to test myself, I sought the turning point. Something where you set the reference from which has matured my current status.


Maybe everything was (and remains still) a great lesson, a conspiracy for my learning.

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December 6 EVER AGAIN

Today, December 6, when half the country is a bridge and the other half are buying and buying with the imminent arrival of Christmas, one of our dearest hatun be celebrating one more year to comply.
Darkstar, sweetheart, we know that these months are not what is said to be perfect for you, but because of that, I hope you get at least a little bit of hope to reach hatunia one day and see this wonderful bouquet of flowers and of course, do not forget we love you a lot and we look forward to welcoming you again.
Ah! And we wish you a HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

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Empty? # 2:

I still empty and with little interesting to say, little is what I feel today compared to what I felt for a while, not long ago. Although more and more away. However, I do not want to give an image of sadness or sorry for what I say. It is true that at first could not bear this lightness of "not having" nothing to experience, and I long something heavy. But is true, especially if it overwhelms me, that this state, I do not lose sleep or worry me beyond what I offered each day.
This commitment to freedom of old firms has allowed me to open up new vulnerabilities to dig and chop. It is a time of transition , needed after the past 3 years and I am experiencing what they offer and what are these times: patience and curiosity about anything, adaptation and optimistic of everything around us change of perspective and new horizons, established principles and lessons learned.


Reading my own words ... may not be as empty as I thought.


Interesting.

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November 29:

At 7.54 am the lights of the lampposts in the area where I hope the bus. We gathered five people at the bus stop, taking refuge from the cold polar falling purple crystals forming in my imagination. Cold weather begins, even though we are far from feeling that winter temperatures have reserved for our latitude in the Northern Hemisphere, just as the Earth is farthest from the sun's breath condenses as clouds on contact with air so hostile that reigns on Monday 29 November.


At 7.57 comes 657, whose delay is responsible for us look feedlot. Today is going to the top. Still find a seat and pulled out a brand new book that I crave ( South of the Border, West of the Sun Haruki Murakami ). The girl always goes up always stop and get seated. I immerse myself in my morning sleep. Beam is not Sun one, however, is a dim light in the environment that stands out against Madrid in the distance. I could not tell if it's day. Upload people on each of the stops on the route, exceeding the number of people it can carry. This data really do not know, but I do not see what is normal ... and even more sure. But I, on my site, I ignore any circumstance beyond my reading and the landscape that gives me travel. I know it by heart, but every day brings me as above. There are already 5 years and now I get to thinking about how much you miss when you stop to catch this bus. For now I will continue enjoying the vastness of the four towers that rise on the other and not lose sight until the last two minutes away.

Are 9.8 and at the exit to the surface after passing through the basement of the Hermitage Aravaca, you can see the jam at the entrance to Moncloa Highway Coruña. That is our destiny.


At 8.11 we turn to the left by bus-HOV lane exclusively for public transport. Then we become privileged, without jam to bear, no time to run over. We are like a Super Early Bird World, as a ray of light passing through a cloud of jellyfish, immune to the passage of time to reach our goal morning. Meanwhile, the cars and faces of its occupants seem to be frozen, party masks appear, mimes conspiring against me printing.


We got out in the heat exchanger to 8.17, coming into contact with reality and the density of a city like this. Every morning I come to mind the idea that I can not cope with the pace of this company in the near future, and intend to lagarme of here when he has opportunity, following me out the race, is slowly gaining weight, climbing up my list of priorities. But for now collaborating with this Boragine enslave me and my responsibilities without option. So, I appeal to stop 132 to wait for my AG.


The happy appears to 8.33. We hopped on the bus and arrived a little late to class.

If it were not for 13.03 began to snow, while introducing an iBook data in Environmental Systems Laboratory, the morning had been normal. One morning with pain in the ass Marine Zoology class and magnificent class theory of the subject's laboratory earlier. But it snowed.


And if it were not for 17.12 Cantarranas beep rang in to put an end to the victory of my rugby team of doctors, the time after eating have also been normal. But it rang.

Then the afternoon went quiet and warm at home. Smoothly. Nothing made me look at the clock to find out when that event happened something . The two hours or so, which lasted the afternoon were bland and could not have taken place.

At 9.00 Grand Classic begins: Barça-Madrid. And 17 minutes later it was over, Madrid was not much to do in the game, they were psychologically out and defeated. Mou elegant. Guardiola not so much this time. These two hours of party could also not have taken place. Lucky I'm not a fan and I take life with philosophy, but today could have been a terrible Tuesday. But not, my life is not in football. In fact, lately, some things that catch more weight in my life. New issues are getting smart, interesting. Grow. Gradually, these aspects seduce me away from the snow and cold here. And I, as stated in the post, leave to do so.

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By the time, today is Wednesday. But my internal clock, until I go to bed after posting this, will continue Tuesday. a day like yesterday afternoon. A Tuesday that I take a great joy to bed.

not find words. Rather, I will not use more words would not suffice. I fully understand myself, that's what matters to me right now. My barbed today do not give more. Good night.

...

seems that the week has started well.