ABOUT THE RAINY SEASON.
Today is May Day. May the first 100 years Would cloudy? Wednesday, 14:42 hours. Weather: 13 degrees Celsius. Spring from later. Wet, cloudy, scattered showers. Time. Alfonso Reyes talks about the importance of the issue of time in social relationships. Now there is talk of time there, but for which there may be. Science always present even in everyday conversations. The weather forecast says rain ... we bother when it is wise and indeed it is raining, the rain always annoying, itchy and wet, cold, uncomfortable. It's like democracy, is better seen from the window. See rain is one of the greatest pleasures, hear the rain, smell the rain, watching the rain, feel the rain from afar, as strikes plants, such as bouncing on the floor and all baptized, as the wind carries and brings and she, foolishly, still falling and bathing all, as if bent on leaving their mark, their water, everywhere. So with the revolutionary people. Strives to make its mark on all sides, the revolt, around the origin Paz said, is a vulgar term for unusual, since it represents a movement with an ideology but nothing messy mayhem. Who can see from the window at the rain and not sing it, dance it not have a right to enjoy the results of the revolt? Is it the way he rolled a delegation of struggle? Why not revolution revolver? Is it the same? No. Revolver is back again, back to the source. Revolution is evolving quickly, without waiting the passage of time renders maturation. Is it? Maturation will be giving us the opportunity to sit and watch and remember when it rained we got wet in the rain? In those times when the storm was so terrible that we wanted to take shelter under an awning, but we are resigned to waiting for the rain ended, the storm, sparking violent with us wet the pavement rebound that trickled drops between the sheet and the paper with which one usually protect your head. Why when it rains we protect your head? Will the fear that ideas get wet. Derrepente When we made the decision, we take our strength and we get literally in the storm, running and jumping puddles, jump obstacles, going from roof to roof, we identify with those at our side, smiling, but also suffer. We feel the same penalty when someone falls off guard or something in a puddle splashes. We run all our forces, sometimes slower, because we are resigned to getting wet, always, always --- and that is to draw attention --- we protect the head. There are some who go unprepared with umbrellas, do not turn around to see those who do not bring are different, are different. They walk without participating in the soaked, feel privileged as the umbrella covering their bodies swirl, it is as if they had a veil. Sometimes people are encouraged and close their umbrellas to run with others. Sometimes other remain sheltered in the tent and do not run, expect to spend and enjoy the sun, the calm later. Those who wait and those without justification only see rain, the passive, indifferent, the umbrella, the canopy, those who stay at home. Young people, men and women who fear soak well enjoy and appreciate "the quiet season? Youth, children, the fear of rain, always comes after the storm. The revolt without ideology, revolution enthroned as the queen of the popular movement, the storm of storms. Is the revolt a chipi-chipi? Back to start is permissible, sometimes necessary. When the road has been wrong. When we tacked into the wrong direction, we need not re-evolve, we need to re-return. Re-find your way. Do not see rain, but wet-nos. Wet-be and being. Let the ideas fall like bullets, feel, let them soak us, baptized us, protect your head yes, because the ideas that enter without reason, we do not understand at will, sometimes hurt our understanding. Memory, reason and imagination, general understanding, soaked, washed shared drop.
starts to rain, I grab my things and leave.
Today is May Day. May the first 100 years Would cloudy? Wednesday, 14:42 hours. Weather: 13 degrees Celsius. Spring from later. Wet, cloudy, scattered showers. Time. Alfonso Reyes talks about the importance of the issue of time in social relationships. Now there is talk of time there, but for which there may be. Science always present even in everyday conversations. The weather forecast says rain ... we bother when it is wise and indeed it is raining, the rain always annoying, itchy and wet, cold, uncomfortable. It's like democracy, is better seen from the window. See rain is one of the greatest pleasures, hear the rain, smell the rain, watching the rain, feel the rain from afar, as strikes plants, such as bouncing on the floor and all baptized, as the wind carries and brings and she, foolishly, still falling and bathing all, as if bent on leaving their mark, their water, everywhere. So with the revolutionary people. Strives to make its mark on all sides, the revolt, around the origin Paz said, is a vulgar term for unusual, since it represents a movement with an ideology but nothing messy mayhem. Who can see from the window at the rain and not sing it, dance it not have a right to enjoy the results of the revolt? Is it the way he rolled a delegation of struggle? Why not revolution revolver? Is it the same? No. Revolver is back again, back to the source. Revolution is evolving quickly, without waiting the passage of time renders maturation. Is it? Maturation will be giving us the opportunity to sit and watch and remember when it rained we got wet in the rain? In those times when the storm was so terrible that we wanted to take shelter under an awning, but we are resigned to waiting for the rain ended, the storm, sparking violent with us wet the pavement rebound that trickled drops between the sheet and the paper with which one usually protect your head. Why when it rains we protect your head? Will the fear that ideas get wet. Derrepente When we made the decision, we take our strength and we get literally in the storm, running and jumping puddles, jump obstacles, going from roof to roof, we identify with those at our side, smiling, but also suffer. We feel the same penalty when someone falls off guard or something in a puddle splashes. We run all our forces, sometimes slower, because we are resigned to getting wet, always, always --- and that is to draw attention --- we protect the head. There are some who go unprepared with umbrellas, do not turn around to see those who do not bring are different, are different. They walk without participating in the soaked, feel privileged as the umbrella covering their bodies swirl, it is as if they had a veil. Sometimes people are encouraged and close their umbrellas to run with others. Sometimes other remain sheltered in the tent and do not run, expect to spend and enjoy the sun, the calm later. Those who wait and those without justification only see rain, the passive, indifferent, the umbrella, the canopy, those who stay at home. Young people, men and women who fear soak well enjoy and appreciate "the quiet season? Youth, children, the fear of rain, always comes after the storm. The revolt without ideology, revolution enthroned as the queen of the popular movement, the storm of storms. Is the revolt a chipi-chipi? Back to start is permissible, sometimes necessary. When the road has been wrong. When we tacked into the wrong direction, we need not re-evolve, we need to re-return. Re-find your way. Do not see rain, but wet-nos. Wet-be and being. Let the ideas fall like bullets, feel, let them soak us, baptized us, protect your head yes, because the ideas that enter without reason, we do not understand at will, sometimes hurt our understanding. Memory, reason and imagination, general understanding, soaked, washed shared drop.
starts to rain, I grab my things and leave.
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