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Four, three, two, one, a burst of applause and a couple of hugs (some feeling of obligation or other label) ... reached the conclusion that each one takes for themselves in a different way: the closing of a cycle of memories built for twelve months or the promise of new opportunities ahead. The reality is that this is a time as ordinary as any other and celebrate just because the calendar reminds us that someone had marked this day as the point where the planet completes one revolution around the sun and another begins.
This season is an excuse to challenge ourselves, to speak of purpose or hold some shared memories with loved ones. However, the truth is that I do the rest of the year, almost continuously, and I will leave today for a little introspection shared with you. I hope it does not sound redicho or repetitive so in this post trying to get across, because it really is sincere:
Perhaps this picturesque village and eternally motionless
with occasional remnant of hope, but eventually
so self-absorbed as he is,
tried to stop, confused, navigate,
perhaps the citadel with a little history and no memory, a square frantic
where who you know matters more than what you know,
where no matter who dies and who does not live, as the selection
abandoned and arbitrary criteria,
to elect those who survive;
perhaps this city where you do not care who you are but how you appear,
which has forgotten the ancient hero,
admirable but not old hero, perhaps
where it claims to innovation but not for the progress and where large
have dissolved among others,
weak and small,
because it is accepted and reverence
perhaps you, the neighbor, the mother of one or a stranger, perhaps
indoctrination from his chair,
perhaps the same wind or fire,
if anyone tried to merge with the current ,
make me walk the path most traveled,
or re-treading the path of the poet before me
even if it is as big as the one performing the walking without a path, or who spoke
women and wine, not to mention
talking to himself in the mirror, if anyone tried
perhaps change my course,
because I need or the world needs me and vice versa
respond coldly that the world needs what I, what I want
to be and feel alive,
and hundreds, thousands and millions need to live and create life,
because I submit to a system different from mine ,
pet acceptance, over time, the limitations of a cage
or as a prisoner, who has lost hope that bird
able to get free,
And so, with some
hope I can admit that I want the picturesque village,
the citadel and the metropolis,
and you and the neighbor and his mother and an unknown
remember the old hero and not just avoid dying, but alive and
exceeded the fear, fear that
and makes us captives
a prison without bars or when metals lose
of reasons.
However, even when neither the village,
nor city, nor anyone still remembers
great causes,
the great reasons to live.
At least I have the consolation that I
and perhaps a few others,
we walked (and thus continue)
a different direction.
the citadel and the metropolis,
and you and the neighbor and his mother and an unknown
remember the old hero and not just avoid dying, but alive and
exceeded the fear, fear that
and makes us captives
a prison without bars or when metals lose
of reasons.
However, even when neither the village,
nor city, nor anyone still remembers
great causes,
the great reasons to live.
At least I have the consolation that I
and perhaps a few others,
we walked (and thus continue)
a different direction.
Let this be a happy year, very productive, entertaining, surprising, conducive to learning and learning and as there Guille said in a Facebook status, we are our own heroes.
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