Saturday, November 20, 2010

Miss Me But Let Me Go Audio

SECOND BIRTHDAY BOOK ARE MY RELIGION

Today
reading a book, I found a comment that comes like a glove, you know that I presume to take my fifties and well taken nearly four years, (some call me egotistical), I play sports every day, do not smoke, and try to take care of everything I can, and do not consider myself any better no worse than anyone else for this, just do it because I like it and it relaxes me of all my daily stresses, but now reading Mario Benedetti, Uruguayan writer and poet, who, incidentally, proved in his own flesh deportation, persecution on political and the separation of which was the great love of his life, to defend their ideas in the coup d'etat of 73 in Uruguay, I found some letters which as I said before, I come like a glove, and then transcribe:

yet I have almost all my teeth
almost all of my very few gray hairs and I can do and undo
love
climb stairs two at a run
forty meters behind the bus
or should not feel old but
The major problem is that before I noticed
these details
.

The truth is that yes, I totally identify with these words, I do not consider myself more, I do a lot of sports and varied, work heartily, all I can compete, and with momentum and vehemently defend my way of seeing and living life, but the problem is that years ago did the same, and I stopped to think about anything else, that's the great difference in being young and feel young.

Indeed, today, thirty-five years, the dictator died, and now thirty-five years, I was born again .... a terrible car accident, at eight o'clock in the afternoon, celebrating the death a murderer ..... I'm not proud to celebrate the death of anyone, but that death meant life for many good people. That day was very young, 18 years, and we got carried away by the joy of the moment, and almost did not count, so today celebrated the dictator's death and my second birth. Not again

characters who believe saviors of the country ... they do not return to sound the trumpets of the military .... that dark clouds do not return on this country never again ........ God !!!..... but all indications are that they will return ..... ..... ...... we'll bitch crisis less social progress achieved so far .... I am sure that very soon ..... ....... just be memories from my land Aperta Galicia.

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