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Canto Primo. Muere el 15 de Febrero del . Se relaciona con Henri Tronquoy, ver nota Participa en el proyecto Amereida. Pasa la mayor parte de su vida entre Estados Unidos y Europa. El primero es de Gallardon, y el segundo de Orphin. Nace en y muere en en Rio de Janeiro. Escritor, sociologo e ingeniero brasilero.
Podemos encontrar fragmento de esta obra en la p. Su nombre hace honor al claustro que se encontraba en ella. Trying to lecture to or model for them how Christmas should be about something more noble is a lesson not easily taught, at least by me. When a rich benefactor adopted our school's kindergarten classes, some teachers suggested he spread his philanthropy to more grades, but he preferred just the kinder kids.
Thus, approximately children received several outrageously great presents. What I wondered was, how would their unemployed or plain-old-poor parents feel on Christmas day when their hijos opened Dad and Mom's gift that couldn't monetarily compare to what they'd received from the philanthropist? In an attempt to carry a different message in my own life, this year my family sent out the following invitation: "Those of us who are somewhat employed and relatively not destitute like too many in this country are presently the lucky ones.
My family and I are among those this year and would like to share our current well-being with others. Come share something creative with us and others. It could be written, spoken, sung, or performed. Drawn, painted, carved or pasted together for show-and-tell. Baked, steamed, homemade, self-portraited, or recently read.
Or something entirely different, of your choosing. Go here for a taste of her poesy. Art teacher Trudy shared her poetry: "I want to meet me, I've been curled up inside I haven't come out, thought it better to hide I want to meet me, how about right now I need to know and, don't care about the what or the how I want to meet me, who I am what makes me strong, how do I get through work all day long, I want to meet me, not the image or reflection but the person, I'm constantly perfecting I want you to meet me, not the old me but the new the one who doesn't have to hide, because I know who I am, do you?
Like much of this strange Englishman's stuff, the entire book is worth a read. Gaiman's intro explains, " Every year I feel insignificant and embarrassed and talentless.
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So I wrote this one year. I sent it out to everyone I could think of. My card. It's exactly words long. He wanted to die.
The dwarfish natives of the Arctic caverns did not speak his language, but conversed in their own, twittering tongue, conducted incomprehensible rituals, when they were not actually working in the factories. Once every year they forced him, sobbing and protesting, into Endless Night. During the journey he would stand near every child in the world, leave one of the dwarves' invisible gifts by its bedside.
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The children slept, frozen into time. He envied Prometheus and Loki, Sisyphus and Judas. His punishment was harsher. El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta. Pensar que no la tengo. Sentir que la he perdido. Eso es todo. A lo lejos alguien canta. A lo lejos. Mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.
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Como para acercarla mi mirada la busca. Nosotros, los de entonces, ya no somos los mismos. De otro. Como antes de mis besos. Su voz, su cuerpo claro. Sus ojos infinitos. Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero. Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido. In the original.
Makes any sharing more than can be described in print. Carrie was also arm-twisted into reading aloud her great short essay accepted by NPR , which you can check out here. Patrick, on guitar, performed his song The River : "Sitting back thinking 'bout yesterday and all those things that I used to know somehow they all seem to slip away and I cry change in the weather, I've always liked this time of year brings misty memories from deep inside seems like I'm watching life on a movie screen then I realize down by the river things that I used to know my memory's clearer, for things that I used to know and if we all think about our pasts how we wish the times would last.
Now 60, Dan shared an essay he wrote when turning Susan shared an article that referenced her vegan belief of not cutting a tree for Christmas.
Linda2 detailed how the delicious gumbo she brought to share linked back to her Houston, Tex. Vixen, a Furry, shared her artwork , of which I unfortunately have none to show here.
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Donald Holstrom, lead investigator of the U. Chemical Safety Board, took us off to a place we didn't imagine we'd go , when he shared a DVD about the explosion at British Petroleum's Texas City Houston refinery in that killed fifteen workers and injured others.
The graphics simulation of how this occurred captivated us, despite the subject. Go here to view video of this. Tragic though the topic was, its sobering effect somehow didn't seem out of place, during a time when we indeed had something else to feel thankful for. What else was brought to share, all that my wife Carmen had prepared, graced our table and home, eaten or imbibed, and as I watched and listened to the stories unfolding, I thought to myself what a wonderful creation the night itself became. Sometimes nervously, hesitantly, each person brought or even exposed something of themselves, something precious, from their past or heart, and as we warmed to the whole idea, the atmosphere opened up to more from the next to share.
This all led me to think that 's sharing might include more worth posting via La Bloga , live, webcast, etc. We'll see. B ack in my classroom o n our last day before break, the kids returned from another round of gift-receiving, this time courtesy of the local sheriffs who became Santas for the first graders, with bundles of toys. Some received one huge gift, others a medium-sized one with a few smaller ones. I overheard six-year-old Manuel discussing what he planned to do with his four presents and had to have him explain it to the entire class.
He said translated : "I'm going to save this one and give it to my sister, this one's for my dad, and this one for my mom. I'm going to keep this one for myself. He made me choke up.
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The silence in the room and the looks on many faces made it obvious he'd succeeded in teaching the others about the something-nobler that I'd been working on for over a week. Two of them broke the silence, remarking: " Eso quiere decir que Manuel es una buena persona.
Manuel was just that way. If your Christmas was somewhat like mine, or much like Manuel's, feel free to share some of it with La Bloga readers in Comments below. Posted by Contributing Bloguistas: at AM 5 comments. Last year, the day after Christmas, I posted a few quotes from that I thought said something relevant, funny, or clever.
I'm never one to quit beating a horse that has a few gasps left, so here are a handful of quotes from And since this is Christmas day, I should have even fewer readers than I did last year for this column. NOTE: I kept a few off this list simply because we heard them so much, e. You lie!
But those two say a lot about the U. Jesse Ventura who was on last year's list -- he could become a regular.