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many weeks ago since I wrote in my blog, what happens is that in my country the end of classes coincided with beautiful dates, it's been a riot for me these days, examinations, exhibitions, festivals Promotion , documents, records, notes ,.... college and above, by some miracle I have not gone crazy.
The truth is that these dates for me and for many people, sometimes unintentionally, are much consumerism dates, also for reflection, meditation, wonder, longing for more people than ever are on our side, to be sad-happy at a time.
I've missed a lot, but I'm not writing much I loved coming every day in front of my computer and read each of your entries and leave a brief comment. In this world of the blogosphere, I found friends good, generous, who knew how to give "ear" to my sorrow, write and feel accompanied in this way that I see lonely sometimes, during these months one of my friends, I dedicated a beautiful poem I look with great pride, I learned, I've read several beautiful poems I ever want to publish, and that people who do not belong to this world knows and know the beauty of poems that are being lost.
I've seen pictures, drawings and photographs beautiful, beautiful I have read short stories of extraordinary storytellers who, like the poems I would like to edit and publish. I've seen friends who maintain several blogs at once, and a variety of topics, I learned from music, painting, photography, cinema, costumes, recipes, pagan goddesses, which I have released other philosophies of life. I've fallen for many blogs.
I have left many words of affection, some pampering, which I acknowledge no I paid, I learned about literature, unsung heroes, the events happened in the Holocaust, we must not forget history never to repeat.
stories I have learned from our history, biographies of interesting human beings. I have also traveled the world with the digital camera of a traveler who knows almost a quarter of the world.
I Do learn to color and decorations of their friends who have become, their sorrows, joys and sorrows. Posts that are no longer renewed because the owner is no longer with us but left us a great lesson in life, especially being a 92 year old lady who left us in February this year. In Peruvian
that living abroad who have made their lives there, but do not forget this beautiful corner of the world, which is a melting pot. Blogs
made in Cuba, where they have the facility that we have to publish what we want and when we hit the reverend wants ... Generation Y, my dear friend respects.
I become sad when some of my friends have had some lows in life and I thought like a phoenix, rise from the ashes that time only wait for time to solve everything as well as ever I heard one film "this too will pass." That is
taking my conclusions has been an interesting year for me this world of blogs. Thank you very much friends, for letting me share and learn with you, I hope that next year we continue to see and share. MERRY CHRISTMAS
to you all God bless you and shower you with blessings now and always and that next year is still very productive and creative. May all your dreams and plans are met.

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Pd: me share with you this beautiful slide with three beautiful songs belongs to my friend Jim Ripall.

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I want to share this slide I made a few months ago for my students. It's a beautiful little poem, one of my favorite poets. This poem was set to music by Peruvian (for my pride), Victor Merino and the voices are Tania Libertad (another Peruvian) and the great Joan Manuel Serrat.
These days I'm not able to visit very often to within two weeks, I end up doing a job that has left me a teacher scrubbed muyyyyyy (it seems to me, now I'm on the other side as a student) I hope to bring
I do not forget to return soon. Besos

Fabi, Nikkita, Vangelis Dreamer, Abu, Chesana, Perikiyo, Fernando, Felix Leticia, Diva, Gala, Parisian, Onminayas, Katy , Andrea and Ni.

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life I dreamed about mama

Yesterday I dreamed my mom, she passed away unexpectedly two years nine months, sometimes I dream about her, but never like this last time. This time in my dream I knew it was a dream I was aware that she had died and just wanted to take advantage of looking at it, hug, kiss their little hands.
She was ignoring me was seriecita, but I did not mind, because in my dream I knew it was going to end and wanted to take advantage of "feel" to the last.
not remember how the dream ended, but for a moment I was happy to see her again, hold her, kiss her.
just thankful to God, to life I do not know who else for allowing me to enjoy of this sweet dream. My only regret is not true that she'll come back and be able to say all those things that I did not tell time ...
My mom loved the flowers.

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Life passes

the persons and things

van occupying

their places ...

life happens, continues ;

live cry, respite

smile, think, miss

and I living.

Life is like

an eternal becoming.

I want to learn, study

laugh, mourn with happiness.

How exciting life is now!

After the storm

go and what storm!

comes the calm.

end of the year

new winds are announced

To achieve all

no more surprises

that peace, truth, love,

loneliness and life together

always present

..... So be it.

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Hallelujah



was amazing! This is the first time in my life I went to a concert, a real spread energy of all people. Belting out their songs, especially this, which is very beautiful, they share them.

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Receiving an award

I just got an award " This Blog is also feminine and smart " and I owe it to Nikkita a friend with a very interesting blog that I invite you to read http://holocaustoenespanol.blogspot.com/ There we will learn a time in our history that we must not forget ever, if we want to be coden to repeat it.

Of course, this award brings some requirements Display

1. image of the prize. Put


2. link the person who gave it to you. Choose


3. 7 people (preferably female but not necessary) for fun.


4. write a message on his blog to know their prize.


5. Write 7 strange things, rare or different from you.

think they are not rare for me, but I can not think of anything else.

• 1. I love the sound of car tires on the wet from the rain, I was numb.


• 2. I think there is no greater judge than your own sense of guilt. Although there are some who feel that they have guilt.


• 3. I have fear of loneliness, but I love being alone, or be reversed?


• 4. I love historical documentaries, watching life pass me alone.


• 5. At thirteen I decided that I would not take, or smoke anymore, and it is now time that mucus and I still take or drink.


• 6. Motorcycle run in torrential rain.


• 7. I think coffee is a ritual, not only warms me, I am also comforted, I am accompanied but is alone and if you take someone and accompanies a good conversation, is a divine pleasure.

Blogs to which I pass the prize affection and because I think the seat of the woman, intellectually speaking, at this time, has exceeded all expectation, beyond our fundamental role as mothers, grandmothers, girlfriends, daughters and sisters. I think we can be very sensitive, tender, strong, courageous, sexy and very smart intellectually and emotionally.

1. A Fabia "Even without having all clear" http://aunsintenernadaclaro.blogspot.com/ For his beautiful poems, their sensitivity, tenderness, for giving me time out of their space, get a lift when I'm down anymore and let me be your friend.


2. A Dreamer of "Dare to smile" http://unpensamientoparacadadia.blogspot.com/ For your messages, thoughts and stories that convey positive messages like "You are the light illuminates."


3. A Melissa Utopia http://melmayer.blogspot.com/ Because I feel pride and admiration for her for all that transmitted his poetry from such a young age. (My little baby)


4. A Vangelis Thoughts Vangelis " http://vangelisa-almasperdidas.blogspot.com/ 's versatility and show all facets of art in its various blogs, " Vangelis " "Vangelis drawing", "Enigmas Fantasies." Draw is poet, storyteller, and a woman of this era concerned about the world we live.



5. A Cyber \u200b\u200bGrandma "Grandma Cyber \u200b\u200bcradling words" http://abuelaciber1000.blogspot.com/ For your messages, thoughts, being a woman today in which I learn every day .

6. A Silvia "flessibile strumento per l'Igiene mentale ..." http://lostuzzicamente.blogspot.com/ For their campaigns in defense of women against violence and especially his concern for women in today's society. We always find your message alla violenza sulle donne No and not the issues that focuses forgets the touch of sensuality and flirtation that women should not lose ever.

7. A Leticia "Women pagan" http://mujerespaganas.blogspot.com/ For all that is allowing me to learn from his philosophy of life and concern by women who suffer from some form of marginalization or cruelty in the world.

Now I have to tell each of them.

Pd: Always respect the thinking of each and if the prize plubican custiones particular philosophy, I will not offend. Kisses for all.

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Back to college was

Back to college has been one of the best things that has been happening in recent times. I feel renewed, wanting to live, to learn. If my mother were alive, would be happy. So I dedicate this post to my mother, who always cared for their children to study and come out ahead, despite adverse circumstances. Despite being left alone with three young children, I saw get down and go to college and large, always said it's never too late to start studying. So I tell my mother that I started the postragrdo I wanted to study for years. José M ª paraphrase Arguedas, Peruvian writer say: "I'm making my mother," I owe her my desire to continue studying. I wish my mother were with me, but I know there wherever you are, be happy for me. I love you Mom, I miss you.

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We Arturo "Zambo" Cavero

Yesterday at 12:55 noon it was cute Zambito Arturo "Zambo" Cavero. This video is very special for Peruvians, here was recognized as the two great interpreters of the vals criollo of Peru, and Artistic Heritage of America at the Organization of American States. Arthur sings in this video at full volume and change the letter to make more sense than it already is. Accompanying the first Oscar Avilés Peru guitar, the lyrics are of great Augusto Polo Campos. This song was made to lift the morale of the Peruvian and proud of being born in this beautiful corner of the world. Here is the lyrics of this beautiful Peruvian waltz. It is said that these great artists ovation lasted about fifteen minutes. Rest in peace
cute little black and polished .....( pardon the French)

Viva el Peru Carajo!

Contigo Peru

(Vals Peruano)
Lyrics: Augusto Polo fields

When they wake up my eyes and see that I'm living with you
, Peru,
excited
thank heaven for giving me life with you , Peru.

are very large and will remain,
we are all with you, Peru.
On my chest I
your colors and you are my love, Peru. We
your children and
and so we will join you succeed, Peru. United

Coast, along the Sierra Forest
together with you, Peru.
Kingdom work together sport,
united the North, Central and South.
To succeed, Peruvians, who are brothers is made
win our gratitude.

I'll give you life and when I die, I will join
on earth you, Peru.

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No doubt a sunny day brings life, joy, and makes us forget even for a moment our deepest sorrows. Thus I decided to finish this slide on a Peruvian poet to whom I admire greatly and present a brief anthology of his work "Among women alone," I hope you like it.
not want to leave to spend this day not to mention and pay tribute to a great singer Argentina, rather American, which has started today to find more poetry in his singing, that's for sure.
I present this video with the song "Everything Changes", which was the first song I knew it, and since then I caught it. Over time I learned that the lyrics of this song belongs to the Chilean poet Numhauser July. Rest in peace my darling black. Everything changes and change, but not our appreciation, admiration and eternal affection to your sensitivity, high social work and wonderful voice.

"... Mercedes, psalm on the lips

loving mother loved American woman injured
your song gives us wings and makes the country all petite and desolate
not die yet,
not die because they always sing in our souls ... "Words

of his close friend Teresa Parodi.

That's all for now.

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There are blows in life so strong ....

paraphrase my favorite Peruvian poet, Vallejo, I must say that there are blows in life so strong that they are not just physical beatings, but those who are feeling the laziness of humans. A few days ago, I had a little accident, that if not because I was watching my mother (I believe it was so) at this time would be in the cemetery or perhaps in the hospital.
turns out that when I went to work early on Saturday morning, there were many people before me, waiting to cross the street at the time (foolish me) I've tried to put forward, stepping on sardinel and suddenly bang! I do not know what happened, I went to the ground, rather fell to the track, when it was still a red light, instantly fall, spent my life as a film and I started seeing my life since the accident, of how I run over a white car, how to take me to hospital, how my children would worry, if you were desperate, that he who would care ... etc.
So when I realized everything that could happen, and I woke up, saw the white car to a meter of me, I heard the brakes, only my cry. And when I woke up, the pain was so intense that tears immediately came to my eyes.
I got up and went back to fit on the shoulder, still passing cars, but what hurt me most was the indifference and apathy of the people, no one said or did absolutely nothing ... Why
costs the human being to be nice or at least have a look even caressing, a sign something?
I missed my mother so much in that moment. I treat people as I'd like to treat me. This has taught me that if I ever see someone go through a similar situation to mine, not indifferent. Equally important is the word, the touch and gesture! And it costs so little!
I fell into the position of women in the picture, it hurt me a lot. But here I am still, bruised in the soul, but alive. Fortunately !

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Reviewing Dreamer's blog, I read a post that gave me idea for this entry. How did my love for reading? What I read first? Have I ever stolen a book? Have I photocopied a whole book? What about reading? What is the book for me? ...
answer several questions that are easily and reliably. (Good thing in so many doubts that houses my soul, be sure about something!)
My love of reading started with my mother (she does great teacher! If all mothers knew of the great responsibility we have our children to read! Another would be the world!) I remember her alone with three young children at bedtime, turn out the lights and was coming to our bed and told us "little stories" that eventually found they were classics that she read and counted and appropriate to the level of small children, one of the great stories I heard and stuck in my mind was nothing more and nothing less than "The Count of Montecristo", thanks to her accustomed my children to hear stories from an early, if they had a story ( I usually fall asleep first to them) they put a cd or cassettes at the time, with classic tales What a relief!
The first book I fell into my hands by chance seven years old was "I visited Ganymede" or something like that, I still remember the yellow book with blue cover, then I was a consummate fan of "Readers Digest Selections" (I think so he wrote), especially the "Section of books," read many comic books, "Susy", "Archie", "Hermelinda linda", "Aniceto", "Capulina", "Little Lulu", "Condorito" and especially "Mafalda."
In my teens I read that magazine was the summum the pleasure of reading for me, "Vanities" I especially loved the older magazines (60 and 70 over all) in the 70's remember that this magazine had a section international news, hence the birth of my interest in the affairs of the Middle East. Who would believe it! and also of course read this magazine for the romantic, cheesy, beautiful novels of the great Corin Tellado. Some Once a teacher at school heard him rant against this author and it hurt in the soul to do so. What hurt me most was not having the guts and the arguments to defend it. Fortunately I did not listen and continued reading it.
Now in my experience is good for children to read, what they like, although not all literary nor deep, but to read, then acquire the habit of reading for pleasure and then out of necessity. Ooops
is an embarrassing question you ever steal a book? mmm With all the shame of the world, but without much regret I must confess that SIIIIIII (Take me to jail!) A book I borrowed from my neighbor when I was about 12 years, I was so fond memories, which last time I've tried to re-read and I borrowed it, and he said he did not know where he was, he thought he had sold to the junkman. Noooooo (almost weeping) What would be my joy when this neighbor, after many years told me to help her get some things. When suddenly I found this book in the bottom of the barrel, the soul returned to my body and took it without remorse and even now I have .... (This is not children)
What if I photocopy a whole book? Sure. If you do not. How could get if the books are expensive here! Please do not Authors taxed! (Hehe do not know what books happily hacking) I was and am still a pirate filibuster, I just need my patch and wooden leg. Sooooo many times I have no money for important things, but to photocopy books interesting to me, always, do not know where the money appears.
The next question on the reading. Reading is a pleasure for me is to live different realities that can never VVIR in real life is often to avoid uncomfortable situations, immersing myself in the books I received kindly. Is to discover new worlds. It does not feel alone anymore.
And the last question. Books are friends unconditional and forever is not the same read address a screen, noooo never! Cherish the books page to page, hug and kiss the face when something touches you, teaches you or makes you laugh is unique, it is felt in your hands and your fingertips a great friend. In conclusion
then say the following;

• The role of mothers is central to the academic future of their children.
• If you can not read or tell stories at bedtime, place them with tales cds and also during this time were grown ear for music, music poniéndloes for sleeping or those special songs for children (my children still remember and sing that I put them)
• Children need to read anything that causes you and draw your attention, and instill in them the joy of reading by reading, not by obligation.
• Once they have the habit of reading, they make it very easy to read the works that need or should read.
  
• never underestimate what they read.
• Children should see that your family reads, not force ourselves to read if we do ever.
• children to read at the site and the position they want.
  
• Teaching should not be stealing anything, not even a book that we like. .... Well
  

is my humble opinion on this issue. What experiences will each of you with books, with their children? In fact if you dare to have a blog or keep a blog, is because we read and we had interesting experiences with reading right?
That's all for now folks.