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Once upon a time ... a story

Vladimir Kush

many years ago, when Adele was only a girl, believed that life, his life, was a story whose leaves could write how I want and whenever you want.
used to imagine a book of old covers and edges lightly browned, and when it opened, a scent of fresh flowers brushed his small little nose.
The pen used to write, was the thin stem of a leaf, which used to change color depending on the mood of Adele, when I was happy the projected turquoise, when she was angry, red mahogany and when I wanted to mourn, wore navy blue.
As separator, liked to think of a fairy who slept among the leaves of the book, using that particular day as a welcoming home where shelter.
That was the world that the little Adele had invented to escape from a reality too sharp. He wrote a piece every day, thinking that those letters would build his life, just as she wished. No matter if events unfolded differently, because in the end, all carrying what she had written in his diary.
However, as happens to every human being when you leave the innocence of childhood, Adele discovered that life could not be a story, and obscured the reality that beautiful universe invented.
His mind became rational, skeptical, cold, and that made the security she felt in itself, is completely cracked. Adele
But, like all people struggling to survive in this world, managed to advance in life, completely forgetting the book I had started writing as a child.
However, we know that when we were young, our desires and our imagination are a special force, and that makes anything possible, although much time has passed ... When Adele turned sixty
and five years, blew out the candles without thinking of any special wishes, for he no longer believed in such things. Received the kisses of his two sons, the embrace of her husband and the gift of his granddaughter Alba.
When she opened the present that the girl had given him with great enthusiasm, his face could not hide a look of surprise.
I looked carefully, held it between their hands pulse
wild ... It was a book, or rather, of a newspaper. The covers were old and the edges were slightly browned, and the leaves, hinted at a fairy-shaped separator.
- You like? - Dawn asked with a huge smile on his lips. That's when Adele
discovered that magic exists, but stop believing in it.

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Claude Monet

Imagine a train, old, of those at a loose speed as a showcase of green landscapes passes in the eyes of the passengers calm.
Imagine, then, an old train, not luxurious but warm and welcoming.
do not know what or where your destination is gone. This information has been blurred, perhaps, because some of the characters in this story want to keep the details secret, or simply irrelevant.
chose a car, for example, the number eight, and we thought it only because in reality we are not there, nobody can see us, we are ethereal.
We appear in a narrow hallway, dimly lit by a warm light pastel color, and we realize that we are next to a neatly dressed woman. We are looking but not seeing each other, because we are but an invisible barrier for her.
The woman, in her thirties, is quick to shelter in place, and we realize that any concerns we do not know, seems to own it.
decided to follow it, because we are intrigued by your attitude, and their steps lead to compartment 3 B, a small room tastefully decorated. In it we find a narrow bed, a wooden seat and entrance to a bathroom that can not see because the door is closed.
The woman sits up in bed with a frown. She bites her lip and sighs wearily.
We sat by his side. It seems so worried that we just can not comfort her, but we can not do nothing but watch, and we sigh with her and we remain attentive to their reactions.
Suddenly, she gets up and goes back to the compartment, closing the bolt on its way and hurried breathing.
We were a little quiet, not knowing what to do, but few minutes without anything happening, we decided to also get up to leave the compartment. However, something stops us ... something we had not seen before, makes us stay there, motionless.
We note that under the bed is a kind of black lump that protrudes slightly.
do not know why, it seems that this way we are hiding something important ...
Slowly, but without stopping, we approached the edge of the bed and put on his knees. We peered into the darkness and we see the black lump about the size and shape of a person ...
first thing we thought is that our imagination plays a trick on us, but ... what if not?
Then the woman goes back into the compartment, close the door behind him and rests in it, while an outbreak of tears begin to cover the eyes clear.
think if this delicate woman would be able to have a body hidden under the bed. We think if the black figure may actually be a person. Maybe only luggage ... and if so, why are you crying?
never know what happens in the 3 B compartment of the car number 8, for the character of this story, do not want to reveal his secret. We can only stay with a sense of unease that we will build our own end.
But the woman, who is the main character of this story has made a mistake. She does not want to know anything, however, has left a track without realizing ...
Beside the bed, on a bedside table, rest two chopped train tickets, which indicates that women do not travel alone ...

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If your eyes I'm small, the mine will be great.
If you do not think I'll get it, I get.
If you're afraid, I will be brave.
If you cry, laugh.


If you do not love, I will love you.
If you see me weak, then I will be strong.
If you do not walk, walk.


If you listen to your heart, I put on my ear.
If you do not believe in anything, I believe in everything.
If you hate me, I forgive you.


If I look like a crazy, I see different.
If you do not have hope, I will keep it for you.
If you hide the truth, pursue.


If you get lost, I will open my star map.
If you're alone, I am with you.
If you think you drown, flotaré.


If you push me, I will set it up.
If you choose to suffer, I decide to live.
If you try to destroy me, you lose time, it will beat you.

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The Court of Administrative Litigation Bilbao number three has ordered the city of Amorebieta to alter the name of the street-Otaegi Txiki dedicated to these two members of the terrorist group ETA who were sentenced to death by the Franco regime . The judge argues that the maintenance of street name that violates the "dignity and honor of victims of terrorism,

regard to their status as ETA, the judge is very clear, because although no judge declared them as belonging to ETA, listed as such in wikipedia.

Well I too I have a walk through wikipedia and google maps, and in less than five minutes I found more than fifty towns in Asturias, Cantabria, Avila, Leon, Guadalajara, Salamanca, Palencia, Soria, Segovia, Toledo, Zamora, Cáceres, Badajoz , Cuenca, Albacete, Ciudad Real, Jaén and Málaga with streets and squares with the names "Generalissimo Franco", "Primo de Rivera" and "General Mola." I have continued to seek the names of other military coup because with this show I think it is to shock anyone.

Apart from its criminal and genocidal actions, also I found on wikipedia (apparently the latest and as manuals for law) sentences of the above characters that clearly show the terrorist philosophy, for example, that of the next day Mola hoist the glorious " must sow terror ... is to stop removing the sense of mastery without scruples or hesitation at all that they think like us. "

appears that the victims of the slaughter continued for four years and the murderous suppression of another forty (among which are precisely and Txiki Otaegi), they can "violate the dignity and honor" every day without problems.

You'd think the judges will have work ahead of them, but not even occur to them to get into this mess. They give consideration to the case of his colleague Garzón.

Finally, what can you expect from a country where one of the highest representatives of the scheme is honorary president of the party that wants to put the nationalist left in "quarantine" and that there is a Duchess of Franco?

And there you hear them repeating that "we Democrats "...

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Calista Waiting

Charles Bridge, Prague

As the fog engulfed the artificial light of the streetlamps, Eliot hoped uneasy about the beautiful Charles Bridge, spanning elegant waters of the Vltava River.
The night began to bring the brightest stars in the firmament, and Eliot, amazed by the beauty that offered the city of Prague at that moment, could not but succumb carried away by a loud exclamation.
night was Queen seized the bridge, and the cold fog through the streets making all in fuzzy silhouettes.
That was a magical moment in the city, but Eliot did not know.
had been on the bridge, next to the statue of one of the saints, with a woman, whom he hardly knew, but he was in love. Calista called and were known by letter.
After a year in a paper reflecting their deepest feelings, decided to travel to Prague, where she lived to see the end Calista's face. And so in his last letter, quoted in the Charles Bridge at nine o'clock, where the wait with a white rose in his hand.
However, it was already quarter past nine, and Calista had not appeared yet ...
were not many pedestrians walking across the bridge, just an old violinist, waiting for a coin in his hat, a pair of lovers, who were slowly while laughing shyly and a mime, which jealously guarded its stillness in an elegant posture. And while Eliot, waiting impatiently grasping the white rose he carried in his right hand.
fifteen minutes passed, it was already half past nine, and Calista still not keep the appointment.
The loving couple had gone to the other end of the bridge and the violinist, tired of playing for anyone, began to pick up your instrument. Only the impassive mime, oblivious to everything around him, seemed unwilling to leave his position. Eliot
looked at his watch: quarter to ten ... I knew it would not come ... Calista
Dejected, I look at the white rose in his hands and placed it gently on the floor, as if to signal his presence on the bridge Charles.
wrapped neck, rubbed his hands and into the fog until it merged with it, disappearing completely, leaving only a trail of disappointment and sadness ...
Calista
rested from their perpetual immobility, and shook his body wake of a peaceful sleep for almost two hours.
He took off his big black hat that covered his head, to drop a golden hair brushed her shoulders gently.
Calista's pale eyes scrutinized the fog, which had half the bridge disappear, but no longer could see the silhouette of Eliot. He was gone.
The girl had been watching her unknown lover, but he could realize, for over an hour. He tried to leave his immobility to go to meet him, but could not, or rather, did not want. Thought that if she knew if the sides were facing each other, the magic of their friendship that was made would be lost forever, and keep that love Calista longed above all else.
With one hand on his breast, to soothe the pain I felt, went to the rose and took her gently, as if afraid of breaking it. He brushed his nose against their petals and smelled of friendship, love, life ...
With the flower in her hand, and a heart full of hopes for the future, left the Charles Bridge, where only an old violinist was a love witnessed camouflaged behind a white rose.

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