(In my backyard listening to the music of the rain, as in the other ...) Sounds bad word alone. Is susceptible to marginalization, abandonment, rejection ... But is not the same imposed solitude that sought solitude, even than that found. Sometimes that alone is the path to find another company unimaginable. I do not consider myself a marginal subject, although some gregarious, sometimes I want. Ability to think, digest and assimilate life experiences, streamline experiences and helps them grow.
said Tierno Galván, as a friend of mine told me a student of it, which should be read as the chickens drink. The city people may not drink ever seen a chicken, but those who are lucky enough to be of a people we have known. The chicken takes sip of water and lift the head, like watching the sky, swallowing the liquid. Perishes as if meditating thoughtfully ... We, who should do the same, we have lost that healthy habit and without digesting the above information, we are introducing another until intoxicated. Therefore it is desirable, from time to time, separated from the environment, the noise that we run in the wash of the important things and atorgarnos time to think, to let that alone will open the way of our internal relationship with other things in life.
This weekend, after the conference I did in the municipal library in my town, which I was very pleased with the excellent reception from the audience, whom I thank for his presence and kindness, also enjoyed a singular event that is held each year by the group of Flemish rock. The so-called "flamenco gazpacho." In my town called Cordoba salmorejo baton, leaving that another name for a chopped garden products, pipes based on broad beans, tomato, onion, potato and egg cooked etc. seasoned with olive oil instead, salt and vinegar, season to taste. This year, along to taste the meal and other foods, with a good wine, we enjoyed the singing of the Sabas and the Caliph, two excellent singers, who were accompanied by the no less precious guitar Miguelez.
weekend rain, associated itself with another special meeting for Monday. On Monday, we share food. Every year the family gathers Cabrera (originally the descendants of my great-grandfather's branch of his son Francisco), to tie ties of blood and talk and meet to share dishes. Each one takes what you like to contribute and we all enjoyed it all ... nice gesture that unites this broad lineage. This is the first time I go to this event, but was a real pleasure to enjoy the moment of rest kin and familiarity. I thank my cousin Loli who insisted on attending. I met cousins \u200b\u200bseconds / as, their spouses and children, who, in some cases, barely knew and I must say that is an act that gets to the heart to see so many offspring of the grandparents, and so good together harmony. It ended with stories and anecdotes from the lives of our ancestors, and some poemilla improvised and loose, they were applauded for their offspring, where they still live from memory they were leaving and that parents now account for children not to die, for persist in the feelings of their offspring for much longer.
It follows from these facts reveal a total lack of solitude, a whole range of meetings and outreach events that lead to not feel alone at all. But between cabbage and kale, lettuce, and I remember what was in the old professor about the chickens and drinking. And now, at this time of night, under my bodeguilla in front of the computer and musical background of my admired Sarah Brightman, I would an act of introjection. I am reminded of the words of Arthur Graf: "If you want to hear your soul sing, make the silence around you."
So I decide to look back and look into me the meeting with myself, not always feasible. Is an inner journey that almost never do and yet we walk knowing many beautiful places, ignoring our inner feelings and emotions that grow, ideas and thoughts that define us and shape. Perhaps, in many cases, let us escape from ourselves. To do so is sought or found that loneliness, the silence that allows your soul sing, reason to feed your mind and your spirit. But the environment is never silent, it is never neutral, but claims its presence and asserting its existence. We rarely realize the grandeur of what surrounds us, its importance and magnitude of the responsibility of life, its genesis and sustenance. When you silence the noise, you hear the song of the inmost life.
Now, at this moment, I am susceptible to their influence. Suddenly the thunder displays his menacing presence, while a flash of light precedes its clamor. I am reminded of the experience of some time ago, in a poem that captures the storm in the same place (can be read at: http://antoniopc.blogspot.com/2009/02/la-tormenta.html) , but now is not so aggressive, but rather nutrient. The solitude allows me to focus on the contemplation of nature and start to feel the merger with it. How far we are from that mother earth and understanding of its essence!
From the window I will attend a dance of life. The music brings the rain, the vines, following the rhythm, shake their junior branches, while the nascent cluster dance of joy when she noticed the caress of the water that brings life. The rose, let your roses go shedding all their leaves shriveled, while their projects are shown inhiestos leaving stems waving in the wind. Cherry, dropping their leaves, seems to give up, sit-ins, but cleverly leads the water drops to your feet, traps and sends them to reverse their roots in pure food. Absorbed
thought I was alone and never had better company. I finally realized this relationship, the living link between nature and all his children. His magic is done from scratch, blending and combining its elements, a new life in every moment. Everyone, absolutely, we are one with the cry of sap of mother earth, which guarantees, in good harmony, longa long life and existence, if we understand the clues that are in nature. Perhaps the experience of many games gave way to poke me in my feelings and I was ushering in this relationship I got to meet the very essence of water nutrient waters of life at the same cherry.
said Tierno Galván, as a friend of mine told me a student of it, which should be read as the chickens drink. The city people may not drink ever seen a chicken, but those who are lucky enough to be of a people we have known. The chicken takes sip of water and lift the head, like watching the sky, swallowing the liquid. Perishes as if meditating thoughtfully ... We, who should do the same, we have lost that healthy habit and without digesting the above information, we are introducing another until intoxicated. Therefore it is desirable, from time to time, separated from the environment, the noise that we run in the wash of the important things and atorgarnos time to think, to let that alone will open the way of our internal relationship with other things in life.
This weekend, after the conference I did in the municipal library in my town, which I was very pleased with the excellent reception from the audience, whom I thank for his presence and kindness, also enjoyed a singular event that is held each year by the group of Flemish rock. The so-called "flamenco gazpacho." In my town called Cordoba salmorejo baton, leaving that another name for a chopped garden products, pipes based on broad beans, tomato, onion, potato and egg cooked etc. seasoned with olive oil instead, salt and vinegar, season to taste. This year, along to taste the meal and other foods, with a good wine, we enjoyed the singing of the Sabas and the Caliph, two excellent singers, who were accompanied by the no less precious guitar Miguelez.
weekend rain, associated itself with another special meeting for Monday. On Monday, we share food. Every year the family gathers Cabrera (originally the descendants of my great-grandfather's branch of his son Francisco), to tie ties of blood and talk and meet to share dishes. Each one takes what you like to contribute and we all enjoyed it all ... nice gesture that unites this broad lineage. This is the first time I go to this event, but was a real pleasure to enjoy the moment of rest kin and familiarity. I thank my cousin Loli who insisted on attending. I met cousins \u200b\u200bseconds / as, their spouses and children, who, in some cases, barely knew and I must say that is an act that gets to the heart to see so many offspring of the grandparents, and so good together harmony. It ended with stories and anecdotes from the lives of our ancestors, and some poemilla improvised and loose, they were applauded for their offspring, where they still live from memory they were leaving and that parents now account for children not to die, for persist in the feelings of their offspring for much longer.
It follows from these facts reveal a total lack of solitude, a whole range of meetings and outreach events that lead to not feel alone at all. But between cabbage and kale, lettuce, and I remember what was in the old professor about the chickens and drinking. And now, at this time of night, under my bodeguilla in front of the computer and musical background of my admired Sarah Brightman, I would an act of introjection. I am reminded of the words of Arthur Graf: "If you want to hear your soul sing, make the silence around you."
So I decide to look back and look into me the meeting with myself, not always feasible. Is an inner journey that almost never do and yet we walk knowing many beautiful places, ignoring our inner feelings and emotions that grow, ideas and thoughts that define us and shape. Perhaps, in many cases, let us escape from ourselves. To do so is sought or found that loneliness, the silence that allows your soul sing, reason to feed your mind and your spirit. But the environment is never silent, it is never neutral, but claims its presence and asserting its existence. We rarely realize the grandeur of what surrounds us, its importance and magnitude of the responsibility of life, its genesis and sustenance. When you silence the noise, you hear the song of the inmost life.
Now, at this moment, I am susceptible to their influence. Suddenly the thunder displays his menacing presence, while a flash of light precedes its clamor. I am reminded of the experience of some time ago, in a poem that captures the storm in the same place (can be read at: http://antoniopc.blogspot.com/2009/02/la-tormenta.html) , but now is not so aggressive, but rather nutrient. The solitude allows me to focus on the contemplation of nature and start to feel the merger with it. How far we are from that mother earth and understanding of its essence!
From the window I will attend a dance of life. The music brings the rain, the vines, following the rhythm, shake their junior branches, while the nascent cluster dance of joy when she noticed the caress of the water that brings life. The rose, let your roses go shedding all their leaves shriveled, while their projects are shown inhiestos leaving stems waving in the wind. Cherry, dropping their leaves, seems to give up, sit-ins, but cleverly leads the water drops to your feet, traps and sends them to reverse their roots in pure food. Absorbed
thought I was alone and never had better company. I finally realized this relationship, the living link between nature and all his children. His magic is done from scratch, blending and combining its elements, a new life in every moment. Everyone, absolutely, we are one with the cry of sap of mother earth, which guarantees, in good harmony, longa long life and existence, if we understand the clues that are in nature. Perhaps the experience of many games gave way to poke me in my feelings and I was ushering in this relationship I got to meet the very essence of water nutrient waters of life at the same cherry.
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