Every man creates a Personal Cosmic Balance, whether developed by himself, or accepting a system that establishes it. And from that moment, his greatest fear is to break that balance.
No, Jacques Bergier. I'm not totally agree with you. There is an Organization of Men in Black. There are Men in Black in all organizations.
I'm not going to see my dead to their graves. I find in my heart.
must be very elementary or very naive to assume that we are what we see, smell and touch. The man is the visible tip of the iceberg, is the sign of what is the invisible man. And that is invisible because we have no perception eyes open enough to see it.
men's trial is based on his stomach. In other words, good sense of the human species depends on their appetites.
If he has any idea of \u200b\u200bperfection, is because the known and may achieve it.
The further back we look in the path, the more we will understand that we have to go. You may even glimpse the destination.
A writer is a human being like any other, with eyes ready to see the surrounding reality, able to select the item or ingredient appropriate, as noteworthy, also with the inner eye willing to look at your world interior, to relate the great cauldron of experiences, memories, experiences and reflections with daily events.
Man likes to be told stories, often implausible, mainly those from some omnipotent and supernatural. But he who hath received the gift of writing, it does not always to please others. Usually do to meet a personal need, even that of describe a sensation. Clearly that is often written to convey something, an idea, a belief, a theory. But not always need to be a writer for that.
There is also the need to lie, to perpetuate, but the need to write is many times greater than that of stay, because when you write do not know whether to be perpetuated by it, wishing it might, but only as a possibility, since nobody can know if you are no longer in this world cares or not people will remember.
The humorist is a more careful writer. You must know how to handle the synthesis leading to the striking image, with few elements should know quickly reach the sensitive corner of the reader. The comedian must have the virtue of knowing one's neighbor put a mirror where and when you least expect it, like it or imagine it. People are being hurt suddenly in a moment of weakness, or between two positions. They say that we are what we think we are, which continues, but there are times unwittingly we drop our guard, and that is when the comedian was on the back and photograph us to treason.
First look within yourself: If you can not find anything there, not ever find anything anywhere.
The great secret of success in this Life is sure to answer these three questions: "What things I", "what things I", "what else am."
time to live is a deck that is already shuffling. It is in every one of us to reshuffle our way or our way, put in order.
Our past is like a seabag narrow neck and deep and cabedora. The memories are locked doves in the bag, which can sometimes catch, and sometimes when we unleashed the bag, flying away and lose, then what a relief!
reborn in spring flower, life, love. Is up to us to be reborn spring.
Because the reality is something quite subjective, the artist touches to his condition through his work, may be perceived by others. *******
Grl.Pacheco, 1998
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