Monday, September 17, 2007

Calphalon Uk Pot Rack

Enough! A leaf in autumn


Maybe I'm wrong but could not, in this case, remain silent for much longer.

Homosexuality many times on the street have been described as a trend in recent times, is a condition of human sexuality has moved from being in a position to protest clearly one in which homosexuals themselves, those visible minorities, have been charged with trampling, pigeonhole, defamation and boycott to impossible levels. The worst thing is that sometimes even with malice aforethought.

At this stage of social and cultural development in which human sexuality, that it involves only the consent, the desire and personal sensitivity, should be a private matter is that at the whim of a few but would have to be voiced vociferous in For the sake of pride insensitive and disrespectful to those who do not share these forms of claim.

Today we are almost getting used to sell us homosexuality as a lifestyle, as if the fact that I attract or not men - or women - necessarily means he must act or dress in one way or another, or to be constantly feel pursued by others and defensive attitude to everything you consider homophobic because today is all that pro-gay is not homophobic. The so-called gay is governed by the rules we must abide without question if you want to be "accepted" socially and are so conclusive that any poor unsuspecting unconsciously include in their way of life any of these parameters will inevitably be accused of being homosexual and will be required out loud to "go out" once and forever.

On behalf of the freedoms of sex to sell us something that is not true. Not all homosexuals carry a colored flag in our hands. Many, most, fled the boxes, we are not interested in marking packages or local environment biceps much less go through life accumulating lovers in a list, or prowl the mall restrooms, or dwelling on fashion or any of these parameters with which my life is being measured, analyzed and even manipulated. We are human beings want to be respected and tolerated for what we are, human beings like everyone else, not because they belong to a group of gay, lesbian, transgender or whatever we feel. Group to which I have been associated certainly without my consent.

not belong to any minority because I do not want to be pigeonholed by what I do with my life my privacy, I do not want any body to defend me when I consider that I have not committed any act that deserves Defensión not want anyone to raise a flag to me if this is now lift it gives me then the way I have to behave and definitely the way I lead my life.

I hate gays and lesbians who are using their status advocacy of homosexuality, hate those who claim to defend a way of life that does not exist and defend what is sexual immorality that ultimately interested only a few who can then it profitable or at worst use as an excuse. I hate those who say they are fighting for "our cause" and the only thing achieve is to create ghettos that we qualify and increasingly pigeonholed.

Scream from this humble site a BASTA YA! ... we must normalize the situation of homosexuals, lesbians and others ... we must demand that being gay is no longer a story because while we will be feeling cornered, ashamed and fearful of our condition. And in that sense no one is more guilty than ourselves.

Monday, August 20, 2007

Why Is My Big Top Cupcake Not Working




was a cold autumn morning, the rain fell like a giant spray vaporized by the wind played with her and that the washing hanging from one of the windows ... I sighed not wanting and a piece of that moment filled my lungs and then go drink leaving a taste in the throat ... The sound of wind seemed trying to humanize the watery dark clouds that extended all sides to even force me to imagine them eyes, mouths and noses to warn later as ferocious and plump figures show that sticky cotton, slow and heavy, were soaked everything in its path with moisture bleak melancholy and gloomy chill of sadness.

A huge chestnut leaf buffeted by the wind slipped through the window and landed at the foot of my bed. She looked tired, weak, dying begging for mercy ... hesitated a bit before becoming still as dead, hoping that might be found in the quiet piece of land he needed. It also thought I saw a face, yes! ... the end, after a few minutes, I felt distinguished as an ethereal smile played on his skin ...

Then silence ... Then, just a corpse ...

I closed my eyes as if to do so for the last time my head spun and thousands of images at breakneck speed struck my mind was the story of my life in a special last minute. Nobody told, no one was there to help me understand what was happening, and silence could only see, feel and be quiet, shut up and wait ...

opened my eyes, this time it was last drawn and saw a smile on my face it was very subtle, very fragile, but it was there, and that leaf on that piece of land ...

Then ... just a body ... and the silence took hold of me ...

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Chicken Pox But With Much Bigger Spots

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Sometimes when you have nothing to say or to contribute is better to be silent. Sometimes the silence is the answer to the questions we do every day and that the noise of our words, our thoughts kept anonymous, isolated, hidden ...

This space is small cave that one day it occurred to me hang up, publicly, is nothing but an attempt to form words that silence, which sometimes does not leave me through my throat does, though clumsily through my hands ... I still do not know if I did well, I can not decide which was what prompted me to do, if anything was the ego or the need whether despair or superficiality, the truth is that there is or may be better to say here I am ... I do not know how many people pass through here every day, much less the reasons of his brief visit and to be honest I'm not not sure if I care or ever really mattered to me.

However, that said, here I am, not who write and direct my thoughts to those well-equipped to get them up and remove the wrap, ornaments, flourishes. Meanwhile, give it time, waiting for some response, some kind of indication that the words are more than ink, signs, dark spots on an indefinable substance, that words carry much more than what I'm saying ...

Eddy, Horus, Virgin, Joel, Alexis, Eduardo, Yayo, Aristotle, Cristina ... some others own name and a few anonymous ... you read my writing and sharing my feelings, I thank you wholeheartedly for being there, for sharing your words and your space ... If I do not feel close is just your imagination ... Forgive the inconstancy, irregularity, sorry, well I am, is something I can not cure ... I'll keep writing, from time to time, when I chop the bug of the need to share the silly things that go through my head, I will not be much but I without masks, without veil, without walls through ... maybe you know me better than those who read me that I heard every day and probably will understand these four letters that I write.

Until then ...

Thursday, March 1, 2007

Weekly Avgus Treasury

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There are moments in life - and is the only simile that occurs to me perhaps because I have to hand - when we feel to be involved in a sea of \u200b\u200btranquility , a warm and serene ocean where the waves with their soft, swaying gently shimmy our body, unable or unwilling to prevent, is carried away, leaving lulled by the crackle of foaming among the stones and the soft murmur of the wind that always with him, which is part of the sea I know, I dream that I miss, I cry ... Did not is it a tear a small piece of the sea? ... wind and ocean, ocean and wind, two inseparable beings, perhaps linked from beyond the times, perhaps condemned by God knows reason or unreason not separated again.

There are moments in life when we are plunged into a deep indigo sea and peaceful, with only care about the movement, where silence is communication, where a look is enough to discover an "I love you", where a touch is a act of true love ... a light and dark abyss where we need not see why you feel becomes the essence of life, the fate of every second, in the true and unique experience.

There are moments in life where we tend to become fish and see the world through the waves ... I'm one of those moments ... maybe shorter, maybe longer, hopefully timeless ... each day that passes is another day Each day that passes is one day left behind, each day that passes is a drop in addition to this curious point in life where I am, from deep inside, surrounded by the sea.

Monday, January 15, 2007

Unlocker Do Mount&blade

life time I'm back ... Three lines


Although lately I live with my mind blank this morning I re-opened the window to air the room ... but I like cold weather, try to catch as much air as I possibly swelling completely my lungs acting as a globe, those of colored like me so much ... I hear the sound of the gulls on the roof and the ever-pleasant smell of freshly baked bread from the bakery on the corner, that loaf of bread so many times I ate ... the soft sound of wind Coruña, noise from nearby unconscious shake carpets in the windows filling my head with dust, the smell of coffee neighbor 4 - though I particularly prefer the hot chocolate and watery - a tear appears on the corner of my eye, I'm healing, I'm sorry, I can still see life in colors, as always ... I try to remember how long ago did not, for how long not open the window ... I do not remember ... I need to go back to what was, what I've always been, I hope to open the window every morning as I have done since I have memory.

Happy 2007 to all my friends invisible and that not so, please wait.