Before And After Anorexia Shots

Vian, plan drafting exercises.

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The questions presented below are led by a phrase that can serve as a title for a virtual text, followed by numbered statements contain, if possible, each an idea. They are the blueprint organizer of the virtual text. The task is to restore the sequence of ideas for achieving a coherent text.

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I. "A button."

1. Overwhelmed by life, Albert started a button of his shirt and thrown to the ground.
2. Contrite, but also overwhelmed, Alberto gropes the button, without finding it.
3. For months, Alberto dreams that he exists as a button, someone enters a loop, day after day.
4. After numerous attempts Alberto manages to lift the button, but it turns out to be something like a bath plug that stores the world.
5. Alberto is a strange button, so heavy that it can not lift when you try to get a closer look.
6. The world disappears and reappears: Alberto does not exist.

Correct Order:


II. "Felicia's love."

1. Felicia is married and has three children, all natural birth.
2. Felicia thinks he will never know the love in your life.
3. René met Felicia and both believe in love each other.
4. Felicia sees her children sleep, as if he looked inside the refrigerator, without having real hunger.
5. The greatest virtue of René is a man without vices, and Felicia value this virtue.
6. Felicia thinks, and rightly so, that will never know the love in your life.

Correct Order:


III. "An inexplicable fact."

1. It really was an inexplicable fact.
2. Some seemed to doubt, but deep down, knew what had happened.
3. By the same token, no one really talked seriously of this matter.
4. At first thought it was a trick, or a joke without end, or as a series of exercises without any apparent logic.
5. The whole world was spinning, right?

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IV. "The wind locations."

1. Usually men prefer to live in places with little wind.
2. Janacek is said to compose, was located in a drafty area.
3. In windy places man moves, but usually does not fall.
4. According to a Nahuatl poem, the fundamental difference between reality and dream is that in the past there is no wind.
5. Therefore, if someone dreams that the wind has stolen his face for example, would be taken by a true and unquestionable.

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V. "She cries because she wants a balloon."

1. The balloon is blown up and she begins to mourn.
2. She runs the place lively and has a balloon in one hand.
3. People mourn the notes and they buy a balloon.
4. People mourn the notes and will buy another balloon.
5. She cries because she wants a balloon, but not that.

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VI. "Hit the door, a sign of education."

1. Two people hit the door at the same time, only on opposite sides.
2. Hitting a door before entering, a sign of education.
3. According to popular wisdom, Adam was the first mortal to hit a door.
4. A man's desire is to go to other places through portals.
5. The sad thing is that, according to the popular wisdom, no one came to his call.
6. Another man's desire is always to arrive at a known location, and find safety.

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VII. "Another version of Don Quixote."

1. Sancho mills only to see where in fact there are giants.
2. Initially attributed to Cervantes himself, this version was lost and only fragments remain.
3. Nothing remarkable men and actions, the main objective is to save his skin. "
4. However, far from being humorous, the work stands as a tragedy.
5. The work suggests that the man is not capable of grasping the world, as well as disarm it breaks off an orange.

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VIII. "The man, bearer of genes."

1. A man in all men think and feel small.
2. "There are things more important than the meaning of life," he says.
3. A large stone is dislodged from a mountain and crushed.
4. The man, frightened, hiding at the edge of a mountain.
5. The man is just a carrier of genes.

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IX. "Exercises drafting plan."

1. A student seeking drafting plan exercises are ten of them in a blog.
2. Student Achieves sequences, but there is something that bothers him.
3. "This is not the way", seems to say that voice, but the student can not see where it comes from.
4. While trying to solve, the student thinks he hears a voice unpleasant.
5. The student decides to leave the study techniques, and seek real life.

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X. "Vian age."

1. Does not distinguish well, for example, between reasons and purposes.
2. Vian saved one last pill of rejuvenation, but can not remember where.
3. At 100 meters from the summit, exhausted, think you should make a decision.
4. "There is little time," he said then.
5. Vian down the mountain without reaching the summit, and heads to another higher.

Correct Order:

"Success in your workout"

(no pattern)

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is a lie that I'm dumb. (Excerpt)

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is a lie that I'm dumb. That I say to bother and because I'm different. But being stupid is another thing. Mom told me if I would be foolish not to realize that bother me and it is not. So I realize. So I'm not stupid.

also the other guys in the village are higher. And smoke and lie and some do not go to school.

a Tuesday two fought on the court and won but one said he had blood in his mouth and spat on the ground.

I do not spit blood if it were mine. It is also warm. Once I broke my head and blood was warm and I cried a lot because he would not be without blood. When one is left bloodless dies, mom told me. Although there are dead who die without throwing away the blood and the blood is left alive inside until after you die too. I guess.

This time I had a soccer goal fell on her head. I was a goalkeeper and a few kids at school are suspended from the bow and threw him out and I bounced off the head. The other children were scared and I, but we are going to run out of blood I was so scared me more. After mom also got scared and we missed the final scare.

also should not always be afraid. I once hid under the covers because I was afraid. Then I figured that I was down the whole time. But all, to grow old. And then it gave me more scared and went down and now I am brave. And until I see the garbage putain who lives down the other street.

Do you know ...? The boot putain their children away. When they are small. When a bent finger that one would draw a face in the bud. I saw in a magazine at school. Messrs. van where putain and marry and make children, but then go and she is scared and boots to children who are like fingers and so do not cry.

Everyone in town knows that. And all but me are afraid to see in your trash. So I say I go and I go. One day a child found in the trash and led to the plaza and everyone saw. Since I did not see it I say go looking for another away.

The problem is that the children of the putain out with a little blood but does not hurt. Also blood is not theirs because they are like bloodless fingers and neatly folded. But the problem is that the blood stain. And the problem is that mom will not let me go where putain nor say so. So there are many problems in others as when I left three toys in one cereal.

When Monday is the day after tomorrow I will go where the putain. Because they do not take the garbage Sunday and leave them inside the houses. They also take the garbage on Wednesdays and Fridays, but not Sundays because that day the garbage they go to church and take off the gloves dirty and no one knows they are trash because they are clean. You can call the same, but one does not check the trash to landfills in, or the plastic itself but humans do not.

say that the scavengers have been a hundred children of the putain. Because she has married a hundred times. Sometimes a spy through the window, but I know they see.

I no more I have to look in the trash at her son tomorrow. Because I said tomorrow I boot. Maybe it is moving in the trash, but I would not take it because it is bloody. And because I'm his mother. Neither his dad either.

Anyway, I still feel sorry la putain, because both children bounce is going to stop the blood and is going to be dry and is going to die. Like their children, but as she is not a finger will hurt a lot and going to scream loud.

And I do not like the screaming, not listening, I think it's better to stay asleep. Then

sleep than a hundred children of the collected putain and carry out. Because these worms are fed up with feet tiny. And she is still and stiff and dead because he ran out of blood.

So in the end, I get under the covers because I was a little scary, but after I leave because I am brave and when you leave and will be the day. And be Sunday and will not take out the trash, but on Monday itself. And I have to be rested. And alert.

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Two Moons.

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"The end of the world is a mental state"
Lars Von Trier.

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I.

say the world ends. Falling off the aircraft. That opens the earth. Buildings to collapse.

talked about the year 1000, 2000, 2012. But the truth is that the end of the world is a different state: a stalemate.

Just today, for example, while walking, I could clearly see a strange phenomenon: there were two moons. In different parts of the sky, but were certainly two moons. As dawn. Two moons.

For a moment I thought of telling people I was walking, or the man in the grocery business, which was making the posters, or the guys who got out of their vehicles to fight because neither had decided to fold time on a curve.

-Stop-I have said, "there are two moons.

But I did, of course.

the end, people kept walking. The grocery business man took out his posters. And the men of the vehicles screamed and threatened, but not beaten, finally.

Finally, or as a start, finished the sun. And lost over the horizon moon, and then another.


II.

so happened that after sunrise, I came to where I hope the bus that takes me to work.

The same fate, almost the same time and next, the same lady who wait here every morning and never know what you expect, it always remains in place after I go.

"Today I saw two moons," I say then, without thinking.

- Two moons?

"Yes, I repeat. Two moons.

Then I explain the parts of the sky where I saw, and she listens attentively and to move a little to see I indicated position.

Just then a guy came by bicycle, following the movement of the woman, hits her and throws her to the floor.

Moreover, while it was my group.

And yes, I admit I am not a hero, so while the bike down to meet the lady, I climb into society without looking back.


III.

- What are you reading today? Then she asks the driver, as usual.

"To a Japanese," I say, Tanizaki ... It is a book about two moons, I lie.

- Two moons?

"Yes. Two moons. A type either wake up one day and sees two moons, but let it go.

- Do let it go?

"Yes. That is, seen and not tell anyone, then quit dawn, and the windows are gone.

"But then do not let go, but were instead," says the driver.

"Same thing," he replied.

Then we drove in silence until the end of the tour.

"It's not the same," he says at the end, when we arrived and I was under the vehicle.


IV.

I did not go to school.

words, someone just came to me, but I did not go.

who had entered school, of course (because they pretended well). Some argue that how we think right, and another on the city as a symbol of contempt for the man to the idea of \u200b\u200bGod (both kinds crap).

I, however, I was reading the book of Tanizaki. This variation was talking about the man who saw two moons and let go.

In the story, let them go after the man was almost as if the world came to an end. Not the world as the space or around him, of course, but the world as the overwhelming significance that we have and what we believe without having to ask that we believe in something.

He then lived a long time thinking that meaning had been denied, or as if a strand of her clothes had been engaged as he walked, and had unwittingly ended up being naked.

Thus, the man was older, until one day before he died, he returns to see the two moons, and sadness overwhelms him and mourn him long ago, he feels that that image is almost part of it, though he had never managed to understand, and I was late for it.

Thus, in the last chapter, Tanizaki describes man crying because in the end he senses that what he left to go was more than these two moons. With this, and the closing of history, the man who cried for the moon happens then to mourn for his life (Because let it go).

And yes, we could conclude by saying that crying gives the impression of being bitter, and slow and can not be at a specific time.

Sure ... like the end of the world.

Or so.

Or simply, as the end.

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Vian and sedentary.

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I. Vian

receive constant invitations from sedentary:
to stop tumbling,
to dwell within his writings
or even get a mortgage.

Sometimes I think,
and recalls the story of King
he did start the
oasis from the desert
para llevarlo a su palacio.

No hay verdad en la verdad robada,
se dice entonces,
ni exilio verdadero
ni muerte;
solo desgaste.

“Que otros arranquen las flores
y llenen sus hogares de cadáveres”
sentencia.

Luego,
Vian sale a la noche
llena de frío,
para pensar mejor.


II.

Vian es tonto como un clavo.

Pero temeroso del martillo
sabe ponerse a salvo
en la oscuridad.

Desde ahí,
mira las ventanas encendidas
de los sedentarios,
y se engaña a sí mismo, pensando,
que su exilio es por voluntad

purifies and fatigue. Vian

But, as we said,
is dumb as a nail. And

inadvertently
starts sinking in the place where lies, they want to avoid


walks in circles and going slowly.

Worse
as night is dark,
can not know what to

pain in the palms of their hands.


III.


Furthermore Vian is not nomadic
ie
not going around collecting.

He is rather a lost
one of those far
may seem drunk.

And yes, we can not

deny it takes a few gallons
from time to time, and walking crooked

and sometimes even speaks
rare. Vian

But certainly is something else and now

give an example to explain.


IV.

Vian is true
that walks at night and talk
as Friend
and even eat, ever,
with sedentary.

However, the real example

begins when hidden behind a post
or behind a tree,
throws stones at the windows screaming to break

as if they were expecting. Nothing

flee or run, or smacking of drowned
:
glasses
are broken because they had broken, and very little matter

if there was damage.

For if Vian was the man pass by making knots rubber

with elastic body.

(And if I think magician

may disappear at the end of the show)


V.

Finally, I would note that

Vian has not burned children,
and that its aim was simply

say no when invited.

Thus, if the other living
head,
or are sedentary,
is something that ultimately does not matter
,
as he himself has said.


important thing here is that any invitation,
or advice,
comes in the background to put to
an alien existence, as if another blood


poured into his veins and were stealing something you own.


I'm no worse or better,
told me one day,
and although sometimes I'm a genius I am certainly
other ahuevonado
straight.

I looked at
realized he was not lying, but I also understood


at that moment there was something more than Vian never said
even when it was over.

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not true that we came last, on the ground.

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"It is true that we live,
not true that we came to last
on earth ..." Poem
Nahuatl Chalco region.

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I. Leo

in a region of Asia, to which scholars believe, were buried on farmland, to the waist.

passed and for several days or weeks, "under the weather, until they were able to speak the words that the earth had managed to enter their hearts.

Thus, although many of these wise men died during the experiment, and others were left with severe injuries due to traffic problems affecting their legs during the time they were buried, "the wise survivors went to form part of the core ruling of these tribes, and were regarded as valid interlocutors between man and natural forces emanating from the world and allow life on earth while these links remain active.

it happened, time passed, and recent scholars originating from these traditions were revealing that the earth was strangely silent, and did not seem to deliver any message that unless the same silence, he tried to be interpreted in different ways.

Unfortunately, for the latest generation of these wise men, "was that the final interpretation carried out by the people, led to the execution of six of the seven sages, who were also buried on farmland for several days, only this time they were buried upside down, so your chances survival, I think, were greatly diminished.

According to the text where I read this information, the sage who was not sentenced to be buried that way, managed to flee the scene and go to the Mongolian authorities, who had jurisdiction over the area ", who reported on the performances and some other violations that were related to deviant sexual behavior, relationships zoophilic with animals that the article makes clear, "that had these tribes.

After receiving the information, a group went to the Mongolian police and detained a number of men who apparently have given the order to bury the wise head down, to be judged in the Great Court of Ulan Bator.

Then the article discussing the topic, delves into the relevance of the judicial system and seeks to "awkwardly, in my opinion, to promote a critical view on the idea of \u200b\u200bjustice and policy areas where it exercises its domains.

Then the two images inserted text on the trial, and the text is finished.

II.

After reading the text, however, there are a small number of threads that are hanging on the history and I am about to throw one by one, in the first instance, simple laziness.

The first strand is related to the capacity that would have taken some of these scholars, to receive and interpret "the words that the earth had managed to enter their hearts."

then I pull that thread, and I feel that I slowly approached the heart of the wise men, a heart / ear, perhaps, able to listen and understand the message conveyed by the voice of the earth and deliver it to the community.

So I think in the days / weeks that some of these scholars went underground, motionless, soaked by rain, or ravaged by the cold to realize that the land was saying something ...

But what is it that the land was saying?

Nothing in the text, of course, that we clarify in this regard, but what do you think?



... Well, I, Vian, to find out, I buried it to find out, and here's what I heard:

is not true that man comes last, on the ground.

That is the thread I pulled up to the end (and then I discovered that there was no other).


III.

Do you know ...?

As much as I write here every day and sometimes I get slightly below the surface, the fact is I do not understand the land, nor man.

is more ... if I have to be honest, I see very little difference between being buried to the waist, or directly

upside down ... It is not wise and I suppose you believe in my destiny, or my way, must necessarily make a choice between two ways of searching the words of the earth.

But ... what is going to mean the land to us, if we are just passengers short?

What is that to interpret and find the contact and sentence to another when we meet soon with his silence?

What is that love, and fear of death and the arts, when the silence of the land is more significant than the largest of our actions?

And is that not true of our certainties, compared with the hidden truth of the earth.

Today, ashamed of the words, I leave, then silence.

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The soul is full of sleep.

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"Those things through know how to play
divine ties that bind,
not have that power permanently."
Antoine de Saint Exupéry, Citadelle.

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neglected, and we hope

reality rather than the invisible ties that bind

things that touch us.

Still, we sometimes


understand that what exists at the bottom of the ravine


also breathe on the lawn, and snow
,
and even in the wet earth covering the bodies

of dead.


But it happens that the soul is full of sleep, and consistency

is not, ultimately, our essential feature

far.

And then we look
and exercised
and even forget that the soul
like the heart,
is just a muscle.

And if you think about it all is
muscle, and whole new understanding

requires minimum force to be sustained

over our heads.

So, perhaps,
over the years, worn muscles
van
dropping all those things we once believed,
and even the idea of \u200b\u200bGod, or love
,
or whatever we thought transcendent
at some point,

falls from us without exception,
by simple lack of exercise. And back

así a guardarnos con el rebaño,
y nos apoyamos en los otros para no caer,
y los otros se apoyan en otros
y los más lejanos están simplemente
sujetos contra las cercas,
y olvidamos entonces que existía un rostro
que podías conocer
a través de la lectura secreta
de las cosas.

Nos vamos quedando así
con la arquitectura fácil,
con la obviedad del soporte,
y la protección que es simplemente
falta de músculo;
y gritamos ante el barranco,
y nos tranquilizamos ante el prado
y buscamos descansar, entonces,
porque pensamos que comprender
fue una tarea ardua
ya cumplida.

Pues bien,
me gustaría contarles que la comprensión se va,
que el amor se acaba
y que los hijos crecen…
me gustaría decirles
que el músculo es débil,
y recordarles,
en definitiva,
que el alma
está plena de sueño.

Y es que ella busca el descanso,
de la misma forma como el viejo
cansado de la vida,
-de sostener la vida, me refiero-
comienza a dejarla ir,
una vez que perdió las fuerzas.

¡Si hasta Dios termina siendo
a fin de cuentas,
un músculo!

Y la responsabilidad no es nada
sin la fuerza,
y la vida
itself becomes nothing if we fail in that responsibility.

AND so until that ties
heavenly one days
were found between things
that touch us, ceased to exist

for those who became weaker, and exercised the power
wrong.

For if the soul is full of sleep,
and wants to sleep,
must
teach the body to want more than meat, and hold firm that

that under the weight of the world threatens to collapse
.

This is duty.

And no right to prevent
but an effort on behalf of another effort. Everything else

is vanity and folly

and even lack of love for all that

undoubtedly knew one day
was true.

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not ask me why, or the call of the elevators.

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I.

not ask me why, but in my strange hobbies, can be found to not press the buttons of the elevators.

That is, starting and I do not like elevators, but if I take one, I try to avoid as much as possible to operate any of the buttons, even used to call them, so sometimes produce awkward situations.

- Are you expecting the elevator? "He asked.

"Yes," replied.

Then spend some time without anyone saying anything.

"But pressed the button? -Often ask then.

"No, I say.

Then, usually, the other tight and take my act as an oversight, and things return to flow, as usual.

The downside is that sometimes the situation does not accept that ending, and you need an explanation, or comment.

- Why not pressed? They ask on these occasions.

"Because when I do confess I feel uncomfortable, incapable of lying. As if part of a mechanism ...

- How a gear?

"Mmm, no, no ... like a gear but it is still feeling uncomfortable, and I dislike.

Usually in this part of the conversation, the other person looks at me and stopped a bit to be convinced that I'm serious.

- Why not use the stairs? Then they ask.

"Because," I confess I found them, but sometimes it is simply because the building was locked, and you are not options.

The other often then press the button on the floor where I am, and fired by some other comments about a case they believe similar:

"I I have a friend who always gives when it stops a step back "or

" A co-worker does not like to mark the 8 when making phone calls, or

"The son of a friend batting poops"

is, dropping one of those phrases that they believe, I suppose, make me feel better.


II.

"What happens to you is exactly like what happens to my cousin, Braulio," he said last time.

- Have not press the elevator buttons?

"No, not that ... but is prone to a small block when you hear a word.

- How ...? So to talk to other crashes all the time ...?

"No, I said it looks bad ... I meant to hang when I say a special word ...

- What word?

-Cemetery.

- ...

-

-Ja ... ... it seems that also happened to us.

"Yes ... I guess that is not much that you can think about a cemetery ...

- ...

- ...

- Could you mark the fifth floor? "I say then.

- Are you in a hurry ...? Do not want to spend the seventh, first ...? "She says.

And without thinking I say good. And go to your room. And we have sex in a chair on a table, and finally, in his room.

then climbed to the roof. And she brings a thermos of coffee, because it's cold.


III.

"You're not much," she says.

"But I was thinking of the word graveyard" I say.

Then we had coffee and watched cars go down without a word.

- What do you think? Then she asks, suddenly.

"I remember once I went to look for someone to tell her cemetery. Was going out of one that is near school where I work and I wanted to go and find a gravestone with a specific name ...

- did someone dead?

"Maybe now I do not know very well ... But the strange thing is that at that time I was sure I would find a headstone with that name ...

- Why?

- How to "why"?

- What did you want to find the stone?

I do not know very well, I confess, "I suppose it was like finding the word" end "to finish a book ...

- And?

- So what?

- Did you find the stone ...?

-No. I did not find "I admitted. But I looked so much ... can not to let her go ...

She then comes over and takes me a bit of an arm, as we look down and see the cars pass, as an image that is repeated in some of these old cinemas rotary .


IV.

Another of my strange hobbies, and this is somewhat new, "is to walk through the railings of the buildings.

I always do when I'm alone and I make sure that no one who observes the situation, because then it means change, and everything would turn into a spectacle.

Moreover, when I do, I usually close my eyes and take a deep breath, and dizziness that plagued me since childhood disappears, as if by magic.

So as I go along, life usually gives little sense, and revealing its value. Thus, while the wind moves the hair I open my hands to feel the air, sometimes perceive something similar to the feeling you get when you have learned something ...

Of course, I wonder why.

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Vian, a marriage counselor.

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She wanted to marry the old with the dress that had belonged to his grandmother, and mother ... and even hoped I could use a future daughter if things do not change so much and ritual survived a generation without becoming absurd.

He, however, saw in it something similar to self-deception, knowing very well the problems of in-laws and thought that the dress was not the purity that she attributed to him, and added even deny that it was simply a lie.

- A lie?! "She said.

"Of course it would be a lie," he said.

then fell silent, looking in different directions.

I, meanwhile, was in a chair in front of them, feigning seriousness and even scoring a few phrases in a notebook that I had borrow my friend, the real marriage counselor.

- What for you is a lie? I asked the guy to keep up the charade.

"I do not know ... something that is not true ..." he said.

- And for you? I asked the woman.

- Why me? "

- What is for you lying? "I clarified.

- In general?

"Yes, in general.

"The same, I guess ... something that is not true ..." she said.

"So you agree that" I said, acting as I had recommended. They

nodded.

Then I asked a few facts to everyone, to fill some chips. She was nearly thirty years and thirty-two. Both were professional and, unlike me, they earned good wages and should not pretend to be what they were, to make ends meet.

"Now," I said, addressing the problem, although the specific problem is a dress, one of you spoke of self-deception ... and I'd like to clarify that point.

"I have nothing to clarify" the woman said.

"I spoke of self-deception," then said the man, because I think when talking about the dress and the generations inherit happiness and has even been said, is putting aside the bad relationship between my wife's parents ...

- I'm not your wife! "She interrupted.

"Well, the bad relationship of her parents," corrected the man.

"My parents are not bad," said the woman. That is, they have problems, like everyone, but only normal ... what happens in real life, say ... I think you Shall clarify that which is supposed to be my husband, because otherwise it will not go anywhere
site ...
Discussion then followed a good time, while both appealed to me to raise some the other, or clarify some point.

Of course, I was tired of hearing, and as well had hardly slept the night before and help them reach an agreement was something that was increasingly distant, I could not avoid taking a drastic decision.

- Can you shut up? "I said then, breaking stories.

They looked at me and kept silent, somewhat surprised.

"I know little of these things," I confessed. And even I have little tolerance for all that. I give a shit about the dress and I feel you, deep down, just give a shit ...

"Me ..." began the

woman ... "Shut up, please," interrupted. Some time ago I think very little to hear all this talk about self-deception, or normal lives, or white dresses ... And I have long questioned whether any person is totally different or is just like that's all ... something that I lost sense ...

They watched as I spoke, and I guess I must have been somewhat broken, otherwise it is only natural that I had longer just started with that tone ...

- know ...? "I continued, the chances are that you are married and she carried white dress and their lives are just like all ... well, hopefully, if they use naphthalene as clothing, may not wear away, and look well cared for, and you can then

proud ... "But ..." He tried that man.

"But the point is they will not know anything except names," I added, in a tone that unsuccessfully tried to be calm, "and as the names say little and what little they say is sometimes in a wrong sense, I'm afraid happen to you as it was with all ...

- What do you mean? She asked.

"I mean I'm in a time when unfortunately achieving believe in anything, and you and your affection and his fuckin dress is part of it that I do not think ...

- What fucking right called the dress?! "Said the man, rising ...

-Con gives me the right not to believe in anything that does not have a price, and with the certainty of knowing that nothing is pure or deserves to be treated this way ...

- I do not I will pay for this consultation! Then the man said as he approached the woman to leave the place.

- And that is all his threat? "I said, do you think I care about your money, or clothing, or his wife or his life ...?

"Then I'll sue for not to exercise, again threatened, "it is inconceivable that ...

- Everything is conceivable! "I shouted, and that's the problem ... everything can be designed and everything is dirty ...!

- You are dirty! -Lashed women.

"Yes," I admitted, "I'm dirty, and maybe even rotten, but I'm not out there fighting for a fucking white dress ...

- I warned him not to call the fucking dress! -Broke the husband.

- Puto and white dress is said! "Attacked", and damn the future of you and we all if I can not get me this feeling shit I have in the chest ...!

They then looked for a brief moment before charging again.

- What have we to do with their sense of shit you have in your chest? "They said a duet.

And yes, I admit that I wanted to blame, and still shouting, but I knew then that this was not the way, and I felt one step closer to that collapse is not coming and I need it for so ...

- Is not We will answer?! "He added, come here and treat us screaming and then thought to be silent and just disappear ...

- Is there anything I can do? Les I said.

But they did not reply.

Finally, hung upon his words, took a pin that I always carry in case of emergency and tried to prick, like a balloon ...

Plaaff! Rang then bursting.

But you know ...? The bitterness faded, as I expected.

Excuse me for this.

And I wanted to actually tell another story.

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Indeed there are facts that happen.

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"" Yes, "said Wolf. All the prophets
make the same mistake: to be right.
The proof is that the butcher. "
Boris Vian, Red Grass.

"I have a square," said the child.

- How a square? Asked the mother.

-A square, "said the child, as if it were obvious. A dark green square, hopefully, to have a pet. "But



son ..." I've been good, mama, do not be unfair ... And Miguel asked for a snake and a porcupine Carlos, I just ask you a square ...

The mother thought for a while and tried to choose the most appropriate way to discuss with your child and understand what happened happened ...

"Son," he finally said, this is not to deny or argue, but do not consider a square strange request for a pet?

"No," said the boy. Strange would not want to ask something, or something I want and not care ... I know



"But ..." Besides a square is simple, for example, I can put in any position and always the same ... it is quiet and not dirty and do not need to feed or care for too much ...

- ...

"On the other hand, to specify my request, I would like, if you could, that the square was about 25 inches square, no more ... like a puppy ...

"Wait, you're saying you want a square," repeated the mother as if to take note, "I hope ...

Green-Dark Green ...

" Well, dark green, and is actually a ... "a square puppy, you say?

"Mmm, no, not raised like that, just told you that the square was about 25 centimeters per side ...

" As the size of a puppy ...

"Yes, of this magnitude ... I said that at least .

The mother then looked at his son in the eye, searching for some sign to help him understand what he was asking, or at least something that would reveal that those requests were normal in a child of 10 years.

From the other side, while the child looked at her as if wondering what it was that was wrong ...

"Son," said the mother after a while, if you want you can have a dog or a cat, or even a bunny ... but I think a square ... say ... a pet is not exactly suitable for a boy like you ...

- A boy like me?

"Yes ... a child who is growing and needs company and maybe a little animal to take a walk, and feed ...

" Mom, I do not question more what you say, but I thought about that, and I prefer the square, no doubt ...

- ...

"I'll never change, do not depend on me ... do not you understand? I want something like a single piece, and simple ... something that has always existed in the same way ...

"But there is a square a square ... is ... I do not know, son, a square is not alive ...

- course alive!

-No, it is ... not breathing, not moving, no ...

- But there!

"Well, yes ... maybe ... but there is a different way, look for reasons the mother, an empty form, with nothing in it ...

-A square can have things inside, mom ...

- What things?

"Lots of things: rectangles, squares, triangles ... and even a circle ...

- But what do you want those things! Mom said, growing impatient.

I do not know well ... to have things that others see as a square ... pregnant with dependent children of my imagination ... to be a father ...

- Want to be a father?!

"No, mom ... I have a square, nothing else ... but if you want

not matter ... "Son, try to understand me ... scared me ... all children want an animal, or even a brother ... I mean, I can give you the square, and you can be clear ... but do not think that's going to get away from other children ...?

"But I've always been away from the other children ...

" But now would be worse, you will be with a square ...!

- but not inside the square ...!

was then that the mother, nervous, gave his son a strong slap.

And then time stood still for a moment.

During that time, both the child and his mother thought things better not think, at least when you want to keep the affection between two people.

The child, for example, understood that the will-it nevertheless did not doubt that the will of her mother existed, "thought the want, he said, was never linked to understanding, and there was no fool ourselves because in reality our beliefs and needs are unique, and no one can understand if they try to explain.

The mother, meanwhile, was terrified at the thought that her son's heart was similar to a square, and was afraid of him, and rage, because maybe that square proved to be more pure than his own heart ...

-only the abstract is pure then the mother said, softly, as he approached his son to embrace him.

And the hug was over, but inconsistent, as if instead of melting it was finished to separate two completely different substances.

Thus, after hugging, the matter was settled.

And neither ever again talk about what happened.

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Vian, who dreams of the world.

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My dreams are strange. But not at the level of other strange dreams simply. That is, my dreams are weird, but otherwise type.

Dream by example and make the world fall apart. However, I do not mean to do it and rid the world of dreams, which, presumably, we all do, to some extent.

I do and undo is placed more on the edge between what we consider to dream, and what is generally accepted as reality.

My intention, however, is not to question the reality, from my sleep, or to balance these different hierarchies, but refer to what my experience shows that occurs between them.

In other words, raise my dreams are so strange, sometimes I feel that from them I can handle, do and undo all that in the external world to sleep there.

By way of example could point out a number of dreams, which, after awakening, the world appears just reorganized, according to a series of half-conscious decisions I made, from the dream space.

The other night, not go further, I thought I perceived in a dream, that on many previous occasions, I had managed to interfere with the real-world we call sleep outside, I mean, "even forgetting of course, in this last world , the origin of some situations.

Also during this last dream, which seemed to reveal with a series of tests the "interference" in the design of the "other world" - suddenly decided to put in my reality outside the dream, was undoubtedly an element that is found absurd or out of place as the anomalies that we make in two apparently identical pictures, "and confirm and remind me that the dream had been more a separate experience the sense of reality of the everyday world, and did not, therefore," power "any on him.

I decided then, in that dream, including the fact that I find after awakening, a strange, totally implausible, and I do remember that what the dream was just a fictional space and detached, and so on. The point is that I decided then to show that designing my dream my reality inserting the following anomaly:

a character I first sought a world totally removed and inserted into another, in this case, I went to actor Arnold Schwarzenegger, Governor decided to become California, an issue that I Arecio, then absurd enough to achieve my goal.

So, I thought of the dream, wake up and meet that figure quite unlikely, "I remember I also thought that Jean sex change Claude Van Damme and the like, "I certainly feel like my" power "exercised during sleep, and remember to learn to manage my entire will the real world in which I live, and which, by Indeed, you also are, if you are reading this text.

bad thing about all this, however, is that after waking up I questioned myself as to Scwarzenegger, and I thought then, I knew the data, and in the dream I forgot and just lied to reorganize.

But the fact is that I kept trying and kept "working." I had elected a black president in America, I managed to Pluto ceased to be the planet, and even went further back, risking to see what happened in the world if they had not exploded nuclear bombs in Korea and Afghanistan, which occurred in a reality that you seem unlikely during the 90 -.

That is, with the exercise of my power to design, I was changing a great number of small events that, unfortunately, you never believe that I changed, it will seem quite natural and believe have real trace of them in his memory .

Le appoint some of those facts, but you, reader, will seem no doubt, stupid, "" I did

that Library of Alexandria burned, thus losing a large number of books that were, even before asking for that "wish" to the inside, even from my own library. "I did

Diego Armando Maradona, a writer of romantic novels in Argentina, was recognized as the best footballer in the world.

-I transformed to gold, one of the metals most despised of the old reality, one of the most expensive and valued in the world.

I invented the platypus, and even make me sweat milk occurred.

Is not it strange?

bad thing is that everyone-and that includes me, of course, accept what is given by absurd as it sounds, without questioning or the least.

In fact, myself, happened at times when I doubt my powers, and I think maybe I have is just a kind of madness ... and I keep silent on these capabilities, and left to exercise them for a long time.

Finally, one might wonder why, if I have that power, insist on waking as a teacher, or economic, or persist in being alone, as far as my emotional relationships ... or else come to think, a little less selfish, because a world without design problems, where we all have what we want to play and there are no requirements or diseases ...

Well, I must admit that I thought, "and until I did a while, I must confess, but I realize that's not where I belong ... that is, there are things that happen because they have a purpose or because they provide opportunities to all of you to do something in this world ...

I just-and I say to finish and not overstretch ", I just put a number of tracks on his way to tell what is what which is absurd and what is essentially the same as with my students, but you, ultimately, are the sole responsibility of seeing for themselves and advance their own accord.

That's what happens.

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approximation to the real revolution.

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"The appropriate question would be this:
How do we make the artist remains dissatisfied
of your table and not at the same time it is vitally
dissatisfied with his art?
How can that man is never satisfied with his work
and yet is always pleased to work?
How do we ensure that the portrait painter will throw the
window instead of taking the natural human attitude
to throw out the window to the model? "
GK Chesterton, Orthodoxy.

The real revolution is to rise from or against new ideals, then just being new does not give time to despair, which is ultimately the only instance able to generate a true revolution, he craved.

It follows that any rebellion that has some character and is strictly true to its meaning, must also arise from a strict rule, based in desires and ideals that are constant and steady than fruit or passengers passing through the man in the same way that dreams feverishly passed us during the night to fade after just begun the day.

And the man we see every day, "as Chesterton raised in the book cited in the heading," the factory worker, the reponedor the supermarket, and even the teacher who lost part of his time writing in a Blog every night, are consistently too busy to believe in a freedom that exists beyond the precarious revolutionary literature, or possible acts that our working hours so that we can address the real thirst-or truly desperate, throw it roots sufficiently robust and permanent building permit, then over them, the idea that almost produce laughter or disbelief, as the purported "new man" or "free man" who runs as an ideal worn between the dreams of men , and promptly vanishes and forget, as the name and history and the wishes of the men burned to bonzo defending ideals were not be permanent, and, unfortunately, already forgotten.

could recognize, then, that revolutionary literature is reassuring. And this constant succession of philosophies that fills the head and the spirit of young people complete calm down and keep us always in one place.

not matter if the name is Bakunin or Nietzsche, or any other ... because the truth is that the free man, the antisocial and even Superman, always hiding under their attachment to the theory, a slave spirit, making ends serve the god calm and lacking in ultimate consistency, which is in everyday actions and not in the abstract book that philosophy underlying I can not categorize in a manner different from that of a coward.

Yes coward.

And is that all that remains after these theories is the factory, supermarket or school, according to the economic level of their students, continue to produce the material needed to fuel the fires of the factory, supermarket, and of new schools, of course, which generate little revolutions, which appease the craving for the real revolution, either reading small text, or by visiting "home" or making clothing donation drives, and general waste, "we feel free permit, and we fooled the illusion of participation, transformation, social consciousness, humanism semipodrido-for "semipuro" would be just another fallacy that we are fed up, "that warms our despair, and they put ice packs, our dreams.

Maybe that's why the library of the large companies, or television programs, or to the walls of some streets are filled with revolutionary ideas always small vents ... ... small extensions that extend the spirit to the body do not despair, while sounding songs that speak of dreams and freedom in the corridors of the malls, and even the cars inside the large companies.

And that, as Chesterton said, more than a century ago: "While the idea is always changing sky, the view of the earth is always the same. No ideal lasts enough time to be performed, or partially performed. The modern young man will never change his environment, because they always change their minds. "

But what to do then? Might ask.

What lies beyond this series of questions or criticism or negative certainties even deny what we believe to be our needs ...?

The answer is simple: only there is a requirement:

Identify the real need, the concept set. That is, the ideal setting in the first instance. But the ideal of all ... that is common to us, identify what is really thirst to share.

Then, simply and quietly, hopefully without wearing our beliefs or doubt them cowards with other philosophies, to accumulate the despair ... until we can no longer contain it and we should exploit and give birth, definitely.

And yes, you may begin, then, (only then) the real fight.

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Meet Samson.

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I'm in a bar, an old and poorly maintained, but has a small stage where a waiter tells us that, then present a distinguished visiting Samson, a tremendously powerful man who, after being tricked by Delilah, transformed into one more of the losers of this world.

said, go see a man dressed in a tunic, while we're there, we doubt among applaud or not that guy, who is sitting on a floor that was on stage. In the end, of course, no one applauds, although all were silent, listening man.

Samson, moreover, was old, almost bald, her eyes closed to hide his dead eyes and holding a glass of beer in one hand.

"The real weakness is they no longer see the world" he told us, all the rest are short stories, lies, stories that are invented to decorate a fall is always more dignified when they fall between columns, and anything that caused our collapse is coming down with us ...

then stands up and begins to explain how it was supposed that after death ... how Dalila's betrayal he was humiliated until he was taken to the party, with the Philistines, and managed get in the way of the two main columns ...

-It was then that I started to push, "said Samson, as hard as I could: a column with each arm, but could not do anything ... by then, well, I was blind, and had no idea of \u200b\u200bthe reactions of others ... well, only after you drop, after my attempts, I could hear the laughter of others before his futile ...

Here, Samson takes his glass of beer in one gulp, after which comes the waiter to serve another. Then continues.

"I did not die, however, as you can see ... and it was weak ... and sometimes to die force is needed, or some will, at least, since I had nothing left me ... But the Philistines took me on to repeat the attempt, and in each of their parties that I was trying to bring down, as if you were given the opportunity to fight against the world, always stronger while one was losing faith in each attempt, until it became this ...

After telling this, and take another glass of beer, music starts playing in local and Samson was withdrawn by the waiter to leave on a table next to us, where he served another drink, of course-while a woman climbs on stage with a minimum odalisque outfit and begins dancing and stripping slowly the clothes ...

- A round of applause for Dalila! "Then asked the waiter, who takes to serve other beers of the men, now applaud the show, but without much enthusiasm.

Delilah, wearing only a transparent veil gets large scissors and begins to walk around the tables, while we're there, without any response, let's cut one or several strands of hair, which takes Dalila to the stage, before taking off the veil, and finish the dance completely nude.

After that, the show ends, and Dalila disappears doors that open onto a rear of the premises, and everything returns to normal old bar and bring evil, which is what this place is, after all.

Then some men pay their bills, and go, while little by little the place began to empty and even the waiter begins to speed up the accounts, where we add $ 500 for the show and it seems to do any other business, because I see you take another man to a back door, just where he got Delilah.

I, meanwhile, after paying my bill, I notice that on a table remains withdrawn Samson, with his robe, and with eyes still closed blindness it seems that it is at least true.

's alone, and for a moment think of approach to speak, but I'm not sure why.

Instead, I'm looking for a while until I remembered the meeting was cut hair on stage ... a few strands minimum sweep someone, I suppose, and get into a bag, so everything is ready to function morning because "I was told, at least, this is a show that is repeated almost daily.

And of course, the hair is there, yet, on the floor of the stage ... and see me then produces, I discover something like a spasm, a knot in my chest still hurts in a weird way ... "sweet pain" perhaps, as I was saying -just a song about Samson, who had

Regina Spektor ... In the end, to avoid mulling over that feeling, I decide to leave the room, past Samson who would say some words of farewell, and he responds with a "Goodbye, Philistine," which I do not want to pursue further.

Then I put on my headphones and randomly choose any music at full volume, as I cross the city streets without looking to the side, and indeed, to nowhere.

And the streets are too noisy, and all men and women seem weak whores.

And the whole city seemed to recognize me then, had something similar to the sound of scissors.

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Everything is fitting, or the discussion between Mr. and Mrs. Potato Head.

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"Everything is fitting," said Mrs. Potato Head, "nothing is really ours, and you, like I should know, baby ...

I do not know, dear ... I sometimes think that things should not be known, "Mr. Potato Head," that I must not ...

"Nonsense, what happens is that you prefer to live by putting a mustache instead of eyes ...

" But I become distinguished mustache ...

-Nonsense los bigotes son bigotes y eso es todo, y además no son tuyos…

-¡Claro que son míos…! ¿O me vas a decir que son tuyos?

-Pues podrían serlos…

-¿Qué haces?

-Te los quito, y me los pongo… ¿soy distinguida ahora?

-Por supuesto que no… eres… eres… ¡oh, querida, sácatelos…! ¡Me siento gay!

-¡Lo ves! Eso es porque te dejas llevar por lo accesorio… ¡No te das cuenta realmente quién soy! Snif…

-¿Snif?

-Sí, snif, estoy llorando… ¿no entiendes?

-Pero dear, I do not know how come so many twists and questions ... we are a set of accessories that are ...

- No ...! We are more than that ...! To say that we are accessories is the same as saying that we are nothing ...

"The nothing is nothing, an accessory is an accessory, and that's it. I will not argue with you my dear.

- What are you going to do, get you off the ears, as usual?

"Well if that's the way you leave me, yeah ...

- I do not know how we could spend so much time together ...!

"Because our accessories are compatible, that's all ...

" You talk as if this idea of \u200b\u200byours to be attachment not hurt you, like ...

"Of course that does not hurt, dear ... that is absurd. We strip away everything and not feel pain ...

-is impossible when we take something we need, or feel it, not hurt us, what happens is that you are a heartless ...

"But you also, you will invent the sensitivity, as that day saved the piece that was not yours and ...

- Shut up ...! He was also a symbol ... I knew that was not mine ...

- A symbol of what ...? Or am I going to say that you have saved a piece of plastic shaped like a heart you so sensitive that I can no longer understand you ...

-becomes cruel ... I do not know how you ... sniff ...

"It's not cruelty, it's true that you do not agree ... eh ...! What are you doing?!

- I remove the accessories ...! All ...!

- What for ...? You know that after a problem finding them all, remember that just lost your wallet and the blue hat ...

"I'm going to get everything to show you that I'm still somebody, and we are not accessories ...

- Yes? And how are you going to prove? "By staying distributed throughout the room ...?
disperse
"Although you understand that I'm still a

..." That is false ... you, you ... you'll around the room, that's all ... and I have to get together ...

- Why do you have?

- How?

- Why "have to meet? I will become nothing, according to your logic ...

"That's why ... to make you something ...

- You're ridiculous, honey! Think about it ... it does not matter the example you put, it does not matter what we are always put off someone ...

- A Sometimes you're stupid, dear! I think if you finish your leave you time to disarm itself, not arm yourself ...

- And then?

And then there ... maybe I'll see you arm or arm will not face different ... for example ...

"Well, I think you could not arm myself ... would need a manual, you do not know how we are human beings ...!

- The missing ...! Now you think you were human ... sure ... watching a movie that explains everything ...

"I have not seen any film I've seen you simply by changing the mustache for your pipe and your pipe pro your mustache, year after year ...

"But we are unbreakable ...

" We're not unbreakable, worn us, life

do that ... "Well, my pieces are intact ...

" Exactly, your pieces, your accessories, but you do not ... !

"I wanted ... I'm getting tired

" So we finish and take my mouth ...

- What?

- Take my mouth! And threw everything out and I can not get

mouth ... "But you can close it for a while and then tell me how you take it easy ... har ...

- not! I want to boot your mouth! My voice is my mouth!

"Your mouth is an accessory, like a mustache, nothing more ...

" Not so, when you know who you are and why you need the voice bica becomes who you are no longer

street ... "Well, I could shut ...

"Just taking my mouth ... Come on, Take it away!

"Darling, you're being foolish, if I can not help arm you and then ...

" Well, I do not want armes ... I want to disarm and then ... then see if you want to arm myself with weapons or not or get a more to your taste ...

"That's not the point, dear, but I loved you as you were before ...

- wanted an accessory! I was an accessory ...! Take my mouth ...!

"But dear ...

- Take my mouth, shit ...! Son of a bitch ...!

"You wanted it ...

- ...

- Are you happy now, dear ...?! Are you happy ...?! Snif ... ... ... Are you happy now?! "Continued shouting Mr. Potato Head.

But no one answered.

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IV. The first thing

I must warn that the platypus is not a platypus. That is, it was a rare animal species, but could not say how accurate what it was.

- And? The woman asks me, "is or is not a platypus ...?

I pretended to inspect the animal more closely, but the truth is I had no idea what it was, so I made the woman a few questions to find out what it was.

"Look," he said, after hearing some-not really know what to say ... I found the animal a day next to the door and got in and put in the basket ... I give him food, but I'm not sure if eat it, because The other day I discovered that it had entered a cat and ate it for him ...

- What water?

- If you drink water? "I nodded," Well yes, water does, but little comes out of the basket to the pan with water and get back, but do not even know where it needs ...

- Could not find traces or waste?

"None, of course that the platypus is with me just a few days ago ...

" Madam, this is not a platypus ...

"Well, I do not care what it is, what matters to me is that it takes ...

- How ...? That

-ride, I want to take him, do not come to that perhaps?

"No, I came a few questions and ...

" Well, you asked what I wanted, and now it simply take it ... I go to the kitchen and hope you will fix as how to take it ... "But ...



"You can take the basket if you want," he said at last, and left the room.


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- What good it was? Animal then said, "but closed the door anyway.


- What ...!

"That shut the door, there is an old faucet out, Entrala and make sure to lock ...

I, stunned, I ignored him.

-Before you start to talk, then the animal added, "I will tell you some things: First, I am not a platypus, but how to explain what I am is more difficult to explain that I am an animal of those, I'll take you to call me that way. Second, I do not want questions relating to why I speak, I know why you're here, but I think you do not know yet, and I want you to know at once ...

"Wait," interrupted, "but I came here by accident because a guy who does surveys ...

-Ya, ya ... shut up, I know that story. In addition he contacted you important to you and what did you come, are you Vian, right?

"Yes.

"Well that's something ... you know who you are at least ... and I was looking for you ...

As he spoke, I remember I started to look more closely at that animal. There should be no more than one foot measured and had four legs, of course ... but I honestly could not relate it to any being he had ever seen before ... but whatever it was, seemed to be an old copy, aged, almost ...

- Are you listening?! He shouted suddenly then that animal.

"Hey ... yeah ... "I managed to say.

- What was the last thing I said?

"Hey ... I wonder if I was listening ...

- And before?

I do not know, I did not hear ...

- Shit! Then the animal said, as he left the basket and I thought it was going to slap-up, maybe you're not ready yet ...!

I walked away and went to the door.

- What are you doing? Then he asked me to be.

I do not know either ... but I think I better go as well

women ... "The woman is dead in the kitchen ... the man who brought you here and it must have been killed and ...

"Wait ... do not know what you're talking about and not want to hear anything I said, raising his voice a little, I notice you just go out and if you come I will not hesitate to kick or something and it's quite possible you do not leave it alive ...

"I did not leave anything alive," he said then. I was born dead. Dead and black, in fact ... but I got something like an artificial life, like when you put electricity to a place that has long been abandoned and full of debris ...

I listened motionless, with the key in hand and close the door, but felt there was something that I could leave that place ...

"Maybe I was born too soon," continued, with a calmer tone, "or after a time, rather, but the truth is that I lit up when it was a waste and it was something I had to do ... something had to be silent ...

- Why tell me this? I asked, trying to relax a little.

"Because you've always seen that there is to do, that what we should not talk, and I think if I'm here is because of something you may have to tell you ...

" I'm not sure what you mean ...
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know, ever happened to you, and you know ... "he continued, see tunnels, and you know where the hits, get in and out at times and so are many and it's hard to accept ...

" Wait, maybe you're confusing me I said -

me ... "You want to see no-added-but the facts do not cease to exist, but they are ignored, and are at your fingertips ...

" Listen, - I added, trying to understand the situation, "I can accept things you're saying, just because, from time to time I spend a few things ... but I'm not sure if I understand that ... I think I'm close to a special moment, but I do not know if it is now also ...

"But ... you understand what I'm talking about now? You know you have to do something ...

I do not know ... I mean ... I do not feel special or more than the others, we must all do things ... and yes, in that yes, I feel I have much to do, but ...

- But what ...?

"But I have so little to do them ...

- Want more time then?

- How?

"That if you want to go to the edge to decide ... do you want to give you more time?

- Are you serious?

"We're in the same hand, Vian, "he said then that being, in a tone that caused me a strange denial" and if you want more time I'm going to give, after all ... well there's something you lack, and makes no sense to rush things

now ... Here the animal that began to return to his bed and sit still ...

"You open the door and escape," he said then, as he settled into the basket, and choose good place to go ...

- How? Is this the end? I asked, not understanding.

"The end is only when things are finished, the rough, not when they warn ...

- But what you ... and this ...? "I said, looking at the key," and women ...?

"You decide. Leave it like a dream, like a story ... or a story about drunk ... but do not forget that it was more than that ...

- What was ...?

"It was an advance warning ... or rather ...

" But then ...

"Yeah, let ...

" But ... "Let

shit ... and wake up! He shouted.

And I woke up.


VI.

you know?

One of these days I'll have to make a confession, a confession seriously, of course ... and on time.

I can not because I'm a little on the collapse and I have things to do and is it to order the library and write and send working guides and stuff, the kind that feed the reality in the same way If you throw sticks into a fire that has no purpose whatsoever.

But believe me, even a little, and interested to tell you, extending a hand to-night, while sleeping, that I will take it in silence, and I'll send a message ...

Oh, and do not approach, if approached the platypus ... and beware, it can also transform into other things.

How Tyo Fake Gettin Severice Hours For Schoool

The interviewer Vian and the platypus. (Part I)

Diagnose My Painful Knee

Pointing the finger.

.
.

I taught it was impolite to point the finger
.

observation Much more if you would make
was related to the uniqueness of someone
or disability, or any
limiting
or physical abnormality.

remember such a time my mother hit me

slap because I had asked,
while pointing the finger
"Why is it so?".

And of course, on the other side of the street
was a child, his face burned, while an adult
pushed in the back
to be faster.

The downside, however, is that
sincerely
remember that time I asked about the adult-

was too rushed and walked without looking at anyone, "
and I had not even set in the burned face
of that child.

Anyway, the point is that
point the finger
became one of those things necessary
but proscribed

complicate life just not knowing what to do with the fear of encountering
another

different enough to be the subject of interest.

And we must recognize that it is odd point

what is similar to us, especially when
and try to point them

something not seen with the naked eye.

is, nobody's there
pointing sensations
far
running his finger towards himself ...

also

usual signal in the first instance what we do not know how
appoint
that that language does not catch because their uniqueness
lets our words
escape and take refuge in the distance, or mass
,
where we could only go to look
using your finger,
thing, as mentioned, should not be
,
for reasons of good education,
and adherence to acceptable behavior.

There is, however, another reason not
point to another
with a finger.

One reason
originates near the desire we have
to never stop being a self
and not become another,
for another ...

is,
there is something in that standard backup

also protects us from being targeted and excluded
,
and considered strange or unique
,
for those who spread their fingers

to us as if we were doomed.

And nobody wants to be special

these days ... or at least not when the cost is

become someone who can be designated
guilty in something like an abbreviated trial
where you can not defend yourself.

Finally,
I prefer the Van Gogh
letter where he tells Theo that
when small,
found the plaque in memory of a brother
hitherto never
had heard that there had been
or
the same name:

- Look! -Would have said,
that stone has my same name ... maybe I'm

buried and not know ...

But of course,
further clarify the situation,
what happened was that he was punished for having pointed out that

with a finger, and Vincent

understood then (as he tells Theo)
that truth is not there
to be seen, and that even God
perhaps
remain so,
among men, without
nobody dares to tell

never his presence.

Populous The Beginning Full Program

In a bar, with Buster Keaton.

.
.

I do not know how many times I have been captivated watching the early work of Buster Keaton.

Never mind if I have something to do or if I have a commitment or a number of papers to deliver to my students. The truth is that I appear to Keaton and it's like the world disappears and you could get there, take refuge there, almost, "and let life continue going out ... as a world in black and white character and a face on what is possible to interpret the expressions want, strives to build some things that most often end up also falling apart.

Today, for example, after deciding at the last minute to see the City's third Rachmaninoff (Monday saw the pianist playing as an exception to Mussorgsky and thought that yes, maybe ...) I find myself suddenly looking at a sign announcing display some of his best short: One week and Electric House, in a small basement bar which is near the City. Saco

accounts ... I took a few steps back to you. I invented it while watching Keaton in the bar I can get some evidence bag and move a bit ... well, I'm going to see Buster.
As
imagined the bar is empty except for a couple who are too busy to look at the screen and see Keaton, newly married, you receive a gift of land and a manufactured home ... and of course, must then engage in building their own happiness.

The difficulties, however, slow in coming, it turns out that the former boyfriend of the woman has gone and changed the number of parts of the house, and construction is becoming a more difficult and confusing.

Finally, and to make matters worse, is that after winning build-to call in some way, that house, Keaton's character and his wife realize that they did in a wrong field and should try the transfer ... I watch

"One week" and I notice that shut off the screen as if it had ended, and the promise of "The Electric House" would have been just a publicity stunt.

"Excuse me ... I ask the waiter as he walked only one place," and the electric house?

- How ...?

- The Electric House ...?

"We have that drink sir, only beer and ...

" It's the other movie they said they would give

Keaton ... "Ah ... the old movies. "Those

.

- Did I miss one?

"Yes.

"Well have to look myself because the other waiter who takes care of that it was a few moments ...

- But can give ...?

"Yes, we could, but maybe if more people ...

- More consumption ...?

"Maybe ...

exaggerating a bit, and then ask you bring me three beers and if you want to charge an extra and not swallow it ... so in the end it turns out that I also see" The Electric House "and to ask One Week put back, which remains one of my favorites.

The couple I was in the bar pays attention the second time and even laugh a little and also get another pair of speakers loud enough to ruin the moment.

- Could you talk a little lower? "I tell them, is now projected these films and ...

" Shut up, hueón "he says one," I speak as I want ...

"Besides the film is silent," says the other, turning them to continue taking .

I strive to see the same until the end, and even get excited enough to put beer in his jacket pocket of one of the guys, who had left in a chair just within my reach.

And of course, no one discovers. Payment

account. Calculation step that I'm running out the money for the month and we are only 5, and I walked away from the place, even without reviewing the evidence, and thinking that sometimes life is more interesting that life is just dumb, expressionless, which looks at you in silence and even lack of color and exposed to a filling with individual meanings, desires, experiences, and find in that silence, the necessary tools to start building our own homes too ... such that, ultimately, no matter collapse, because the value, of course, was always somewhere else.