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I dove free
My habitat is the air
My Lover, My aspiration
wind, the sky itself.
has seen many men land hard How
feet and dry her hair.
My body has no skin, no feathers or hair
My body is covered with feelings.
I dove off, and flight
Despite being imprisoned
In the prison of this world. Stop flapping your
! ... I'm told. Become
strong! ... Become a part of this confinement.
lives in reality! ... Do not be silly.
No, thank you ... I told
Better than you I can see it from up here. Always
crumbs I walk.
Freedom is my owner.
And so acting, writing and feel. I let the wind
teach me
As God created their children.
And so I'm part of His Spirit. As well
I create my destiny
A land where we all can not be walked
Andar, including beautiful birds.
But the world is not to be different
Within seconds, and I will not be
Prisoner of conformity.
therefore give my scream into the abyss,
open my huge wings,
And I gather unstoppable force.
No one has to take away the beauty of the universe
not the perfect vision of my instinct.
And in the second least expected
I am a beautiful eagle flying through the sky,
Wanting to catch the smaller fears.
AM WHO I AM, AM ARNALDO.
And who does not want me to fly;
That tape eyes.
And anyone not want to hear my words;
clogging ears.

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bags Gift wrapping paper with personalized messages in

Bnox Reading a blog I just discovered and I recommend, I have found wrapping paper designers Fabio Milito and Francesca Guidotti.

Seeing me come to mind is the question many times it makes the shop when you finish wrapping the gift and you just need to add the final sticker or label and says what we? Zorionak? Happy Birthday? I love you? ...

It seemed a great idea to mark it yourself or hope that the message you want to get the other person: Congratulations, Merry Christmas, For mom, not a perfume ... but reading the comments that readers had left The Dieline I had a surprise ... and it turns out that this original concept was launched in 2007 the Catalan Ricard Ferrer in a project called Alphabet Soup. I leave both wrapping paper and judge yourselves ... seems more reasonable like, no? Universal Word Puzzle

Wrapping Paper (2009). Fabio Milito and Francesca Guidotti.





Alphabet Soup (2007). Ricard Ferrer .

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AM WHO I AM NOT WANT THE BEAUTIFUL BOLDNESS



not want to feel my feet running after your dress
not want to see them involved in the shade while the sun is falling
not want to scream your name and see your face just by turning
As if you had heard the echo of some memory.
I do not love knowing that I've had
not ever want to feel I'm losing. Because
loosen
my legs and step on the pride
laugh at me and I vomit stupidity failure
The eternal night and winter will be dangerous if a wolf
As I continue to bite and still hungry. Because

my shoulders fall And get the backpack of convalescence.

I do not want to say I love the ears without holes
I'm not saying I love you
When I'm out of mine long ago.
I would not ask how many times I have said I will not be lost
a feeling
Knowing that I was not crazy but asleep.

I will not stop loving or just a second ...
Because I want to thank you looking at you, me hand footage
And then one way. And the sun caressed my hair ...
You turn around and pronounce your name be blessed ...
You turn around and you pronounce mine ...
As if you had heard the echo of the future.

I do not love knowing that I've had
prefer to have you know that I love you.

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Alejandro Piscitelli IRED, Burgos

finally make time to post some things that were pending. Here we go.
24 and February 25 I went to Burgos to attend iRed , the First Congress Latin American Social Network. One of the papers I enjoyed most was the "The day they closed the Red" Alejandro Piscitelli ( @ Piscitelli ).

I looked very smart videos that used as an example to illustrate a concept we wanted to talk. So I've put as always surf the net to find them, and know who their authors. I tell you.

"Television is a drug" is the adaptation student Beth Fulton made from the poem "Television" screenwriter Todd Alcott ( @ toddalcott ). Apparently in 90 to Alcott will pideron a monologue on television and thought it ... "Well, if I were a television, what would you say?" And that is how did this copy. Alcott started using it at the beginning of his monologues as a way to capture public attention. Then it became part of a book, The Spoken Word Revolution , an anthology of poems slam- which claims that high school students interested in poetry. Todd Alcott himself wrote in his blog that the video of this young student is the best adaptation of the text. I also think the result is excellent. Look, and tell me what you think.

Television is a drug. Beth Fulton from on Vimeo . Piscitelli

showed us this video to tell us precisely what it represents is the dream of every teacher, journalist, publicist, political ... "Watch it, watch it, watch it. Only him, only him, only him. And the social networking world, the world of the inrush look at me. Social networks not accept that there is only a privileged sources of emissions, why can not pose a look at ourselves ? Or look at the Others? .

Then he showed us this other video that I leave and they just, I feel great. The title: Il était une fois ... les technologies du passé (Once upon a time, the technologies of the past).


Searching the net I have with the origin and the liability for this video : Jean-Christophe Laurence , a journalist (and anthropologist) who had to explain to his 9 year old daughter how it worked the wheel of an old phone. The story was that she would accept a movie with students of the College Saint-Grégoire-le-Grand in Montreal (yes, those we now call "digital natives") to demonstrate the technological obsolescence of equipment.

Following the success of this first video (it has more than 1,800,000 visits) have subsequently recorded another video in which the protagonists are older than 75 to 99 years Résidence of Outremont and facing objects such as a webcam A pen drive ... or IPAD. I leave with him.

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love

Once discovered, how something like my heart was connected to my brain, finally in my hands in seconds, to finally escape me like a bunch of water and scattered on the pale end of a leaf . Since then, I have not stopped writing.
And through the words, I know I could talk about many things and I hope to continue doing so.
I've spoken of love, disillusionment, life, death, hope, hate, fear, heart, mind, until I have spoken of the soul. And the strangest thing, I could talk about myself.
But I know there are things I can not tell you, personal struggles. Or rather, personal legends, such as Paulo Coelho says, that only you and nobody can win them more than you. Broken Bridges at some point, you know you must cross sooner or later, and there are no shortcuts or easy to get to where you go. And I know you're afraid, because I also I have. I have also heard for a long time to my thoughts, they just tell me ... I can not ... I'm not enough I need.
But even if you feel that my lyrics can convey my feelings, sometimes my feelings can not become words. And my words can not become desires and my wishes can not become flesh. And there we are, you and I just beings, cartilage and bone.
But there is something that I can give you, as keeper of my own cell. I have a wrench in my hands, which can be yours to read me. Or rather, you also realize that you have.
just say something like this: The victory is already yours, sooner or later, in this life or another. Only that will never be another time, that is not now. For there is nothing more than that.
Over there you start to feel a beautiful dove, and not just a prisoner behind bars imaginary bird. Perhaps getting rid of the ghost of time, stop feeling that you owe someone something. Well, neither your parents, siblings, friends, neighbors, teachers, God or the devil, owe nothing. Nothing at all. Even
are haunted by something like death. Of course I rented a costume as you will return. But the parties re-organized, every time you feel like having fun. And you win wars, not be more that the beginning of a new peace in your life.
So go ahead, because no one hurries. Do not be afraid of not getting time. Start the Beautiful temerity.
The Beautiful temerity to conquer yourself.

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THINGS TO DO IN THAT LETTER

The last day I was in Lima, my friend Carol, she nice, as always, I made a list of all the love I have. I have it here beside me, the list. I'm just in his hometown of Madrid, and she did the inventory are the sites that I go before I leave this place that is, until now, as my ideal woman. Not surprising me even when I sleep, which, incidentally, is little.

To write the list, Carolina is locked in a bubble and was disconnected from the noise of bar barranquino today understand and know more. Perfect straight lines, as imaginary as the bubble, in a white paper, torn of his book he wrote with outstanding school discipline that:

THINGS TO DO IN MADRIZ

· Sunset next to the Palacio Real

on Gardens

Campo del Moro.

· walk through the Parque del Retiro

.

• In MALASAÑA, visit:

-> The Penta (bar emblematic

of the move)

-> The Poor Gaspar (for

coffee, tea ... x

PM)

- -> The Austere Vaca

• In LA AMERICA

- • The Chotis in

Cava Baja -> xa tapas the

(Go to next page, is a tiny role)

Sunday at 2pm

after going to the TRAIL

-> Eat a sandwich

squid in the DIAMOND

(in the Glorieta de Atocha)

-> Chocolate con churros

in San Gines (x

Cale Arenal, close to Sun)

And the text ends with the phone in the house of his parents and the names of these. I imagine that just pandedios Carito.

This is the first post I write on the blog after nearly five years (although trap, much is a transcript). I do not want to spend as much time to the next. Worth clarifying, I'll write a bit of everything. In the final analysis, the primary idea of \u200b\u200bits origin remains: will I use it before the ideas that occur to me to be replaced by and relegated to oblivion in seconds.