Today I want to paraphrase a title of Laura Vee ("May the fairies protect the love"-http: / / u-topia1.blogspot.com/2011/02/que-las-hadas-protejan-el-amor. html. Because cite properly is be a source of pride for the author, and has nothing to do with the vile plagiarism), and appeal to those tales in which she believes. In which I, despite my age, I still believe with a faith that I consider not blind but with a penetrating eye. Because, in fact, not only can see with the eyes. And that's one reason why I always urge reapropiaros tan (and unjustly) maligned touch: a touch, among other things, trees. Learn to feel is a long process. And emotional learning takes practice.
Yesterday, returning from Choker under the torrential rain, the wall, the hole in the wall, materialized in my mind. Because I was so immersed in the inner landscape and her passionate affair with the outer landscape surrounding me, but we can not be tempted (or even more lit lovers should) from breaking free from the world. Or let our joy and our pain we choose the entire universe. Because, in fact, perhaps our joy or our pain worth much less if not shared. Maybe not even deserve such names as isolated outbreaks. And because I am not alone with myself: I am with others, inserted into a social fabric that I should, but I also owe. I have always considered more satisfactory to give me gifts, I love love, listen (but maybe sometimes it does not seem) to me listen.
Yesterday I thought about the devastating effects, very dangerous, they would all that water in the precarious underpinning. On how to soak the ground and weigh more and more. Perhaps even collapsing altogether.
Today, a concerned neighbor informed me that another of the penitents, who knows well the secrets of the noble art of masonry, claims to have noticed that over tonight has been a change: one of the cornerstones of the right bends more than before. Under what he described as a professional weight has increased in recent hours. The rocks, dirt and mud keep dropping furtively, stealthily. Will we mud that buried? What poaching of consciousness and her memory?
If the City does not protect us, that at least protect us from the fairies. Although, with all the love and gratitude that I have for the supernatural, I would prefer that they were the first who they did, would be a gesture. Perhaps a gesture indicative of a change in attitude. And a change in the approach to the residents of Hervás and their problems, problems of people whose interests allegedly represents. It would not be revealed a mirage. Because I am basically a woman of faith. And I still believe.
My mental and emotional health greatly appreciate the City Council to take Hervás measures, although these were to be temporary (if indeed he has to make funds, whoever he is, not available at this time of them.) Although it was viewed (by reliable experts) shoring and renewing. If that is not currently possible to restore, at least, that piece of wall. Do not wait for the disaster.
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