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Finally a free moment, a moment where you can breathe and where you feel that at least you have a moment for you, after you've become an automatic machine that works non-stop broadcasting, producing and giving birth hundreds of ideas, energy and others decide to become a divine being that runs on autopilot, iced tea receiver and television images, a moment of rest at the end ... but there is a problem ... Messrs. thoughts come to break into your head.

Sometimes it happens that I'd be a mad scientist created a machine to suppress thoughts, one of those devices that you can get out of the closet in your house and head colocártelo which motor helmet until you finish deleting all thought you alter, any problems that overwhelm you or any person exercising a level of influence in your life, ending clutching a thought of yours to sit there. Once completed the work of suppressing thoughts, you can continue with the leisure time you deserve so much.

not think or at least not think about such silly things, the number of mazes that the human being so thoroughly woven into his head making it live in a completely and utterly false reality, thoughts of fear, sadness , loneliness ... Consume so much vital energy that ultimately not worth it. That machine is what you ask for my birthday:) A suppressor of Thoughts for the years of my stay in this life something different ... be someone else ... like myself for example.

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Nothing can be like ... all possess the infinite target of change, every second embraces a millimeter of progress toward a permanent transformation. I remember I was 13 and at that time had read a treatise on the existence of things written by Thales of Miletus, a Greek philosopher. He claimed that all things are governed by the dynamism of its existence, the waves will not be the same, are born, arise and die (become a larger current or fade), that a person is not a single because there is birth and death of many people within it, you're not the person you wake up, but you become the one that goes to the bathroom, you're not going to the bathroom but you become the person who drinks coffee and so on to give an example of everyday life.

From what I read did not understand why this idea just sealed my subconscious, the very idea of \u200b\u200ba processing carried caused me nervousness. Change for me was synonymous with chaos, the breakdown of my charts, and an insult to my incurable fever control parts of my life ... I finally realized that not much good to resist and that the circumstances are completely and utterly helpless.





Also I realized that this permanent change of moments, events and people helped me to record in my mind every moment I shared with the people I love. A simple thing like a glass of iced tea automatically became the most divine of the world because that iced tea was surrounded by loved unforgettable and charming. That this moment of silence that was transformed into sounds of books, computer keyboards, laughter and sighs were unique and had to become a beautiful memory that still refreshes my soul when I shut myself up for anything.





For the eternal transformation of things in the world God finally reveals the most spectacular and there around us. Because ultimately the permanent change can decorate even more I love you's "miss you" and "I'll see you soon" ... and to feel even more the blessing of the embrace of a friend.

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Until then

Update: I've realized that I needed a break but a change of scenery, moving. I can find in my new blog, Kazetari Mari, where as here speak whatever I want, but perhaps more focused on the area of \u200b\u200bcommunication and gender. Do you mudáis me? Much

we talked about the phases with blogging, it is impossible to maintain energy and enthusiasm all the time. I dunk on the renovation of the web of SOS Racism and trying to continue to contribute to the network of journalists . And you do not know how you have influenced Facebook, but I find it a more fluid and fast will track and share stuff.

I look forward to the chronicles of Colombia but for the lack of time did not write that I like and now I have no memories as fresh as to go with that. "I write about feminism? It is that I came from the Granada days without major feminist insights or conclusions beyond feel proud to belong to the movement. In case anyone has not heard, we joined about 4,000 women. Awesome.

Now it's writing about Haiti, but I just recommend chronicles Pablo Ordaz in the country (among others). Especially this passage: "Because even more than the unburied bodies, hospitals and schools that completely collapsed upon themselves, the most

impressive is the silence. The silence and gesture. Silence the elderly and the wounded children waiting without much hope that someone will attend. And the gesture of a man with his bare hands blown off by iron beams of a supermarket in Delmas Avenue. Suddenly, the crowd turns to who observes and takes a finger to her lips asking, commanding silence. The man is believed to hear a voice asking for help. "

In short, we can say that I played a bit different. After three and a half years Ellipsis am convinced that this is not an endpoint. When you recall the time to take care of yourselves as you deserve and hope to continue counting from there my way of seeing the world (or at least mine), I tell you. Meanwhile, we are sure that in Facebook, face to face or the way I propongáis. Kisses to all.

image I chose for this drawing temporary farewell to my friend and great artist Inge Rodriguez Maradiaga has made us for a brochure on SOS Racism. Illustrates the world of colors with which I have always dreamed of and I try to build every day, also with you.