Wednesday, May 11, 2011

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ablaba with R. H this morning on the social custom of going to a group dinner or lunch, if desired, simply by going out somewhere. No further claim in such acts that want to belong to the customs or habits frequently. It seems this strengthens the weak personality or the vacuum of glad that they have nothing else to do. Now that the fair is held in the city I live, I am very heartened by the failure to attend and share these activities not noisy, obnoxious and vulgar.
Something similar to what the summer brings. Some people notice the slightest ray of sunshine as an excuse to launch their meat at a beach and to notify the other, who take to go, at work or at a meeting of the fair, yes, indeed, go to the beach as if it was any big or significant achievement. So R. stayed with me that an introvert is not strange or if necessary, on the contrary, maintains his credentials alive and fervent, continuous builds of their habits, because they know they are not exhaustible as it is not contemplating a Velazquez or read a passage from Pessoa. I always listen to R. as an attentive pupil, since the affinity is evident in the way of understanding the world.

Is that a virtue indispensable, that he who knows and vehemently overcrowding should never stop, because the vulgar and meekness so wish. Machado disdained the tenor aria from the holes and I think that I despise the deeds of those who want to be noticed without more, of those who believe that their habits should be displayed in public without pudicia or shame. Reading, studying, painting, listening music are among the few activities that rise to the dignity of life, because artistic creation teaches that life can remain beyond ourselves.
is for this reason that one highly values \u200b\u200ba dinner in which dialogue has been meeting the cathedral, which has a rather wanted to be quiet, silent, invisible and have not ruled it useless, because he knows that words must be restrained and thoughtful, and build and build. Anything but the babble of mass gatherings, noise and addled verbal reflection on how this roll a beer or the color of the olives. So I left work with some enthusiasm and thanking R., "although not have told him, "his words, since the talks in the morning, sporadic visits and vicissitudes of everyday, routine face inert and absurd that one daily ambushes that have inadvertently wear. ***




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light was a sta tomorrow morning. Every morning the world. His reflection was happening with the cadence of a viola da gamba. Smooth their contours, without any lapse in their projection. Static widowhood. ***




A laps Philology. I finished writing, I calibrate the complexity of these sentences, perhaps in haste, I made the newspaper. Because philology seeks to study and offer clear the history of culture, but understood as literacy. I pause to reflect on the complexity of this sentence, the culture as literacy.
first thing I do is to recall a passage from Plato's Phaedo , in Socrates memorable stay in jail. It mainly discusses immortality, but in a recess that is to say that the use of the body is the spirit. That does not matter what substance or the same origin of the body. Well as the supreme principle that explains the action, the action of all that reason tries to understand herself included.
So, no matter the origin of writing and the answer to why someone decides to start writing and keep writing life, what really matters in this is the idea and the determination with which the writer operates his word because in that action or the writer will be trying to get close to it fixing the world and that good or idea source resides.

When that happens, when vision begins to sprout the genius that is the virtue of that silent when it has participated and already holds within itself without any more as every morning the world.

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