Popocatepetl volcano early yesterday morning (photo: Cristina Rodriguez)
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Amid the nostalgia that almost inevitably comes with the end of the year, by little and end up writing an elegy at the end of the fateful 2010. Asiago personally, family, professional, social, national and global levels. More to some than others, of course, but I think that 2010 will be remembered as one of the years less sweet and flat in the recently. Perhaps it is good that has been well. Perhaps it would be too easy as pie (and even boring) that the decade was ligerita and without scratches. However, it would have been nice to not hit us so closely, we would have found less free, not to touch so abruptly and irrevocably to the people we love, that we had separated from them. But c'est la vie and there are more things we wish we can not change. Whenever I think about an end and beginning of the year comes to my mind ideal sea. The sea beginning and end of everything, life giver and a robber, incomprehensible, unfathomable, wild and mysterious as the night, noble and treacherous. For this year past, these same dates, wrote about shipwrecks ( happy wreck ) . Shipwrecks not as a mere symbol of disgrace or loss, but as an output, travel anywhere in the best sense, if this nonsense were possible, as to let go without thinking about what comes next and if it means giving an occasional stumble. Because the sea takes all. Almost everything. Sometimes I imagine her as a force able to clean, take away troubles (like that story I have ever had here, from when I had to throw red flowers into the river to pull the jaundice and return joy to my eyes.) The sea, so wild and untamed, capable of pulling it all ... almost everything. There are loves, passions, pains and memories that neither the most violent waves or the most devastating storm able to erase. But that is oootra history.
This year a few hours to complete, many of you have touched the highest point of happiness, but I hope others have less-closely bordered pain, absences, the loss of loved ones, the way of love. Would not be the case. But in either alternative, I think we all want that 2010 just left a good time to make way for a new cycle, waiting equal dose of uncertainty and expectations. So without anguish over missing counting the hours, I want the good time, the remaining of this year and that will start a new team. The personal account of 2010 I keep it, as well as the list of purposes (I never do) for 2011. However, I would say that against all my expectations (I the mother of skepticism) this year in its last third, allowed me to meet good people, interesting. People that were it not for this virtual life as of our time, maybe never have had the opportunity to learn, less to exchange ideas. Of course nothing replaces person-person contact, but sometimes, strange it may sound, it is easier to exchange ideas with someone whose face I see, whose eyes gaze upon you. You feel more free (to a point, of course) to say and defend ideas that might otherwise be cohibiría before expressing. That's something I must thank the fateful 2010. Thanks for the encounters, missed and to the uncertainties caused me so much fear in the past, which still do not like at all, but I can not help, the less control as I wanted, according to my infinite pride.
I like New Year wishes to you for Christmas, do not know why and although my desire is not original make it any less sincere:
2011 That find it a great year, rich in experience will be pleasant and unpleasant, what can we do, but preferably only the first, of course, in learning, in progress, strengths and passions. As Balzac says that phrase appears above and that is my email signature: the passion is all that is human and without passion little or nothing would make sense (and my holy father always instructed me not be so passionate).
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"I do not care what the faux pas that makes you fall on my body" Marguerite Yourcenar 
