Sunday, 23 December 2012

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Salom Before the door beat my coasts, and you it left Saying its last good bye, In a storm of feelings, In a fury access, I lost all mine known composure, Between shouts of relief and words irrationals, Praguejei your name, I swept with the arms objects on the table, Everything was to the soil, Glasses, plates, you move, pictures Everything was to the soil, I unhaired, I tore letters, Photos and everything that remembered we two, Everything who were your footprints in my way, I lamented the lost dream, I desired you, all the possible misfortune, Later falls in the center in the room In one I cry despaired, Later falls in the center of the Exausta room, suicidal assassin and. When the tears had dried, and it remained me only incontidos feelings, I arose myself swaying, I inebriated of wine or blood and danced in the center of the Done room driven crazy Salom. I did not exist for a few seconds, I woke up with the Sun of the morning, That crossed the glassware and gave in my face, and with a butterfly, in a perplexed flight displicente and for the room, On the shy light of one morning of sunday. Already it was late to run away, Already it was late for any thing, That I intended to make in that day, Then I left this day to lament and to be sad, Simply sad, Then I left myself enters rubbles. The sun gave in my face, But not yet I arose myself To the few I am arising itself, To the few I am smiling, To the few I am recovering, and when to arrive the spring, Already I will have wing, and I will fly displicente and perplexed between flowers and other dreams, In one...
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The Lie I've been a while practicing a simple personal statistics based on the valuable information that I get from my clients, students, family members, friends and acquaintances, to find out what that characteristic that more people censor and least they forgive. Without attempting to rise to rank of theory obtained concluded, I very much agree with the end result because for me it is also the same: the lie. There are many definitions of lie, but especially one picked up much of what is and also what behaves: action and effect of say something different to the truth I like this meaning as to what we all understand as lie (distort the truth) added their potential consequences, in reality the essential element and more login of the harp. There are those who consider that, depending on the type of lie, its consequences can be positive or negative and therefore one is not bad is yours, if not in terms of what entails. Without ascending to high philosophical disquisition (Plato, Aristotle, Augustine, Kant, Tomas de Aquino, etc. already did very well), I think not equal: for me, all lying is unacceptable, whatever their consequences, both good and bad. Sincerely believe that it should not lie, the truth being one of the major backbones of our Western culture values, never is must distort, which does not oblige manifest always and in its entirety, not constituting this deceived some if not limitation appropriate information because of the circumstances. The difficulty of not lying and also where appropriate to prevent damage, lies in how much and how communicate truth. Those who defend las Mentiras piadosas or therapeutic, do so before its shortage of resources to face situations with enough ingenuity as to respond as appropriate, and without ever betraying that we all want to find...