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everyone pleased I am to be here, posting your blogs and also have little things that sometimes are interesting and others not, so are the blogs, share news, events, feelings or small poetic tantrums or indignities, each one gives his personal seal, there are many who have a high literary quality, others have no such luck but we had fun, what is certain is that we all reports a good thing.

Now I have to make a stop in this pleasant task, you know that sometimes life is beyond us in small or big things, family, health or other tasks that we account for our hours, in this when something happens to me, there is something in my life that accounts for my time, now I have to devote to it and I think 24 hours a day are not enough, I know it will be temporary, at least that's what I want, again my routine and will be back here as I did until this time. When you stop by a little while, you know that the job posting almost more than I like to publish my posts, which I can do for a while.

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And let me roll ......

And let me spin. ...........

Amid the highway, a hellish week of rain and fog ....... bad friend, son of ........

had no contemplation, without warning, without mercy ....... stood up and said, you stay here ......

returned home on this day del Pilar, after a family meal, was 4 pm, to get home, I waited 20 km of motorway which are normally made in 10 or 15 minutes, now take longer because the weather conditions were not optimal, it rained and fog was so thick, I soon realized that traffic was slow, no problem, I like to run, so I put all my senses in the conduct of patience I gathered when I was missing only 4 km to get home, and when the fog was thick and heavy rainfall, then that damn four-wheeled device that has nothing to which old and lovingly as a son, decided to stop working, first was the wiper Stopped! Can it be believed?

Imagine, going half blind in the fog, the water drops streaming through the glass and those brooms that clean and clean ...... stop, my heart goes to 1000 per hour, adrenaline fires, then we understand that we get close to the shoulder, I do, but also checks that the engine makes a strange noise and almost unable to walk, I go alone, I can not share the fear and outrage to anyone, then .... .... I

Quiet, nothing happens, it's just a fault, throw the phone and fix the problem, take a deep breath, count to 10 and make the call.

After a mind-control that lasts a few minutes I take the phone and called the Race to send me a crane, then I realize I should put at least a triangle, so I go out, I put the reflective vest, grab your umbrella and look for the triangle in the boot, extremely complicated operation with an umbrella in hand because the triangle is bent and must be deployed and put back 50 meters!

who have invented it 50 meters as measured ..........¿ that in a moment of trouble like this? or umbrellas or anything, I got wet, of course I got wet, missing more, then back to the car and wait. That is the crane, which I must raise the car and I should get out of getting rained ....... those heights again.

The driver is kind enough to let me ride with him, would certainly be difficult, to say nothing to lose, it seemed an abyss, luckily he kindly offered me his hand.

finally got home, home sweet home, I could not believe.

Then I kept thinking that I would have been if the motive did not exist, because of course ...... passing cars passed. Nobody thinks you might need help and if you dismiss the thought because they think people, myself included, are afraid, we do not trust anyone!

And Civil Guard?? Neither one, it was not even one, just a fantastic car with siren and full speed, or saw me, I'm sure.

We'll see what happens tomorrow with the car .... p..

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The year was 1940, did little to that terrible war was over, English Civil War. Peace Now had been reborn, that peace of fear, hunger, the accusations among neighbors and family, from the bags and shooting at any cemetery wall or road, the peace choking, that looking to the sides with fear, that talk quietly indoors. That peace had a high price in exchange for it deprived us of freedom, Spain was a big prison without bars.

My friend Mary was a great rebel, he shouted from the rooftops their protests against the dictatorship without restraint or fear, I was afraid for her and warned her, I knew that sooner or later come to it's minions of fascist power, I listened and thought as I took those dark dungeons where he suffered all kinds of abuse and harassment, was the first time and was a warning, came home made a heap but with high spirits, no surrender.

Much to my regret anything that did nothing to silence her, to take more care. Returned to her, took her and this time was much worse, raped, abused her and finally killed her. I do not know why he was there, witnessed the whole horror, with my feet nailed to the floor, unable to move for help, but if you could have done anything against those killers, the last thing I heard from my friend was, "take care of my child," I ran to reach the exit and ran over to get to find his little son, and then ........... I woke up.

usually do not remember what sleep or if I remember, are only disjointed scenes, nothing that can be counted as something that makes sense, but sometimes I have vivid dreams that always have to do with the reality of my life events are developed and then I remember clearly. Very rarely.

That was the case today, I woke up with frightened and horrified, I find the explanation, why my dream, I always thought that dreams are a reflection of what happens to us during the day and also the product of reading a book at bedtime, but no day has passed me anything that has to do with sleep or have recently read any book dealing with this issue.

long I do not remember a dream so horrible ................................... .

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Dreams Have we changed or not? Thomas Gomez


A higher among whom I include myself, we are amazed sometimes, not always because we're used to it, the changes it has suffered or experienced our society in recent years, and sometimes think that way, or as we lived, life was better. Of course we would have to give up many conveniences and technological advances like this ......., media of the Internet.

But I wonder if it is necessary for us to be really enjoying these changes have had to suffer and endure such a negative shift on some issues that our society has.

I will not expound on this much hyped issue for us seniors, wanted only to a note of humor in this text that has come to my hands, smiled at us a bit with this in the background is very real, is not it?

changes in society between 1960 and 2010

Scenario 1 : Albertito not sit still in class. Interrupts and annoys fellow . Year 1960: Goes to the direction, is stopped 1 hour, get the director the "slap" and become "traquilito" to class. Year 2010: We derive the department of psychiatry, is diagnosed as hyperactive, psychiatrist prescribes Ritalyn. It becomes a zombie. Parents have handled a grant for a disabled child. Scenario 2: Luis break the glass of a car in the neighborhood. Year 1960: Her father takes off his shoe and gives it to her in the butt. A Luis and crosses in the head make another prank, grows normally, goes to college and becomes a professional. Year 2010: Luis's father arrested for abuse. Condemn him to 2 years in prison and 5 years should refrain from seeing her child without the guidance of a father figure, Luis turns to drugs, commit crimes and is held in a special prison for teenagers. Scenario 3 : Joselito falls while running a race in the schoolyard, you scrape your knee. His teacher, Mary, finds him crying and hugs to comfort . Year 1960: Soon, John is feeling better and keep playing. Year 2010: Mary is accused of sexual abuse, faces three years in prison. Joselito spends five years of therapy in therapy. His parents claim to school by the teacher for negligence and psychological harm, winning both trials. Mary renunciation of teaching, go into severe depression and suicide .. Scenario 4 : School Discipline: Year 1960: You made a big mess in class .. The teacher I got two good shouts. When you get home your father dealt a pair of cakes. Year 2010 : You make trouble in class .. The teacher apologized to chide you and stays with guilt I did .. Your father goes to school to complain and report to the teacher, and to console you buy something. Scenario 5 : The end of the holiday. Year 1960 : After being in an endless caravan of cars with the whole family stuck in an Asian shopping after 15 days of sunshine on the coast, are completed vacation. The next day he works and does not pass nothing. Year 2010: After returning from Cancun, on a trip all-inclusive, you end the holidays and people suffer from the neglect syndrome, swine flu panic .... And I wonder at what point we were so unhappy ?

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