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The January 1, 2010 said in my wishes for the New Year :

My greatest wish is that everyone has a navigation as smooth as possible, free from storms and shipwrecks, and we meet here again for the premiere of 2011.

That desire in my case has not been met because the navigation throughout the year has not been as quiet and happy as he wanted. There were storms, shipwrecks and Desfondada threatened a boat full of holes, but I learned to swim years ago and the survival instinct is always present.

why I can be here again wishing the same for the coming year.

HAPPY 2011!

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Christmas New Year, Christmas candy and

While they were there the time came for the labor and gave birth to her firstborn son and wrapped him in swaddling clothes and laid him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.
In that same region there were shepherds who spent the night in the open watching the herd in turn. He presented the Angel of the Lord, the glory of the Lord shone around them and were terrified.

Lc. 2.6 to 9

When the angels left to go to heaven, the shepherds began to say to one another:

"Come, come to Bethlehem and see this has happened and we have received the Lord.

went with haste and found Mary and Joseph and the child lying in the manger.

Lc. 2.15 to 17

From this story and over the centuries we have assembled a shed innocent shepherds who come to Portal with his sheep on his shoulder. But as he said, will be no.

Juan Mateos says, the best biblical scholar of recent times (or all times, so that we will spare):

Pastors are the prototype poor and miserable, even people completely neglected. There are texts stating that they had no civil rights, but not certain that these texts are of that time or a later time. The is that people were always marginalized and neglected and that there was a time when they had no civil rights, for example, could not appear as witnesses at trial, because a pastor, by definition was a criminal, a crook, a thief who does not admitted into society. So those "sweet" shepherds we place on our birth is a poem. Actually what the pastor is the kind most marginalized and most oppressed of society. And those are addressed primarily salvation. In other words, salvation is going to go from the bottom. If Messiah is in a manger animals, which will see are the most humiliated, the most despised, most margins of society.

And with this Christmas sermon born of my theological vein, I wish you all

Merry Christmas!

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Ten years since we lack Carlos Cano, ten years since a treacherous vein refused to give him the third time. Since then we miss your sweet, serene voice, their solidarity, they subscribe to unusual bombing and huge hulk on the streets of Granada . We still have his music and his memory, much as the Cursed parné try cloudy. And we still have songs like this, who comes to hair in the days before Christmas .

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suppressing Ten years, which is gerund. Elena Martín Vivaldi

Formerly, a letter was something that came from time to when we received with great joy and we kept perhaps forever. The letters were grown in our drawers until they even remembered people who had written, but one day, after many years, moving or looking for something, the letters appeared and it was as if the past return, as if these people were once again part of our lives.

However, the email has come to change that. Contacts are very prevalent, reaching the post our mailbox indiscriminately, the interesting thing mixed with the bland, the words people who want pps with many more or less disposable. And that accumulate to form a vast mountain that almost frightens us.

Neither Yahoo Gmail or put us in a hurry, but one day decided it is too much, to be cleared, go back to the end and we select boxes back and forth, over newer remote. Then we give delete, empty the trash ... and ready. Everything disappears into nothingness. And with that many hours spent in front of this screen, many thousands of words written and received much love and heartbreak, many meetings and many disagreements. Delete emails as they arrived: indiscriminately. And so we delete the pps passed from hand to hand mail that we receive as rain in May or write with all the enthusiasm in the world. Nothing exists because nothing is visible. Only memory is no Delete button , for the moment. Unless one day, "the German" take care of it.

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last saw you at the tribute they did to you at this time in the Casa de los Tiros . Were already very old and sick, but weather the storm with indifference kind of person you are and you go about it. While young voices with perfect diction stamped and read your poems, but I liked more when you read haltingly, equivocándote, but giving them the sense and just intonation, the job that you had to write.

Before that, many years ago when you were still young and I almost a child, I have devoted the first book of yours that I read: The sleepless soul. And those poems that spoke of loneliness and heartbreak were echoed in a life qu and almost started and were the harbinger of much loneliness and heartache that came later.

were the 50's, I was 16 or 17, I liked and tried to write poetry since age 15. He had begun reading Bécquer then came Juan Ramón and Lorca, and soon switched to what was published then, but mostly I like to read to you, the "local poets." Went to your concerts and you getting me wet with the spring in the Alhambra . And to all you seemed to me the better. I know your poems by heart, in Bib-Rambla recited "Tilos that are the square and the square enhebráis" ... and when I passed by your house at night on and watch your window I imagined writing those poems that came to me so deep.

All this while I was remembering after the tribute popped your lines under the renaissance coffered Cuadra Dorada. That night I wrote because I had to say all these things before it was later. Your reply came on Christmas , in a letter that was perhaps ú the latest you wrote, and not long after you had told me at the clinic with your sister Asunción. The two together as there was life. And together you went to a few days apart.

Now that autumn is yellow tinting of our city, here I come to remind the poet of the yellows, the poet of autumn, sad Elena, Elena .

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"To be young have been" .
A. Machado

What would you give me, April, if I gave you
this my fall fertile
and mix the joy of your buds
to break without voice, my leaves?

What would you give me, April, if I gave you
the blood of my veins,
and joy, red roses
your scent to smell my sadness?

What would you give me, April, if I gave you
is my anguish of knowing that you exist, and I did not
primavera?

E. Martín Vivaldi