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wait for me at the end of the world, my life ...

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Gilles Lipovetsky says we live in was vacuum where what prevails is the ephemeral-and-twitter said before, nothing lasts in vogue more than a few minutes. Our life passes in the midst of the incessant din of information served to excess, disorder and often flippantly. So much suffering a barrage of information, which we almost never learn what really matters -Usually little, but what sells . The same murder gringo teenager in a school, the downfall of the despot to cuddle yesterday and today to be useful that vile waste thrown into the depths of the sea. Yet another evil thing uttered by our leaders, the details of the downward spiral of man found in the bed of a woman who was not his ... or another man who also has a wife. For this to sell, feed the curiosity of the audience to the newspaper more serious and decent make mockery of the fallen, having no qualms about eight columns decorate the photo was taken just at the moment as a sort of Damocles sword of the media was knocking off his pedestal. And so ... every day. As if it were a drug, the endless production of gossip is creating the need for higher doses of scandals. And while the media scandals one another and feed our morbid curiosity, the things that matter happen unnoticed because their blood does not splash or glows yellow, and therefore does not sell newspapers or occupies the main note of the main news.

But if for any eventuality, you can always arise, there was no bloody good sexual gossip that always blow up ... We will announce the end of the world. Of course, never missing a stubborn and clueless (me) who knows where to go for little and not be aware of the approaching end of the world, as announced by a Gringo fundamentalist who was kind enough to ensure that the end of the world would occur May 21 (not 2012, as the prophecy says maya). And that was enough for the fanatic religious and paranoid quack-infect a large number of people. One reads a letter and first thing he asks is how can you have people who not only believed, but to give him money? [Here you can read something about it: end of the world and left us planted ]

Still, as the prophecy was for bad jokes, teasing and some other great tweet , a mentally playing with the possibilities of who, where and how to spend your last day ... if you could know the date and exact time-final final. The end of the world so close and one without doing the necessary. Without knowing more places, more books read, seen more movies, more and better loved. Going to the bat before he said, written and done so many things I had planned, without having made so many dreams.

As I write, read press releases that talk about who prepared to wait for the start of the end of the world like the new year in question. I read and think of myself that I learned to walk somewhat uninformed of the end of the world almost to the day before and is therefore no chance I had to buy, let alone a bottle of Dom Perignon ... not even for a red panties enjoy the end of the world with sick passion. I mean, yellow favoring money ... and why. The only thing I thought was a desirable scenario for the final time: the sea ... to say goodbye world by the sea ...

Jim Morrison sings ; this the end my only friend .. .

The May 18, 1950
is going to end the world.

communion, and instructs Confess your soul

to the mercy of God the Father

and ask the Virgin to pray for us .
This told me several people.

waited May 18 earthquake,

the deluge of fire, the atomic bomb.

Obviously, it was not nothing.

Other dates for the end of the world.

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"I do not care what is the wrong move you make falling over my body "Marguerite Yourcenar

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GOOD SHEPHERD CHURCH OF CHIAPAS Acacoyagua visit us today

Today May 13, 2011, we visited the Church of the Good Shepherd Acacoyagua municipality, Chiapas, Mexico. the wonderful people of Christ, the servant is grazed by Dagoberto Cruz Antonio. Evangelizing your participation in the youth of the Church Pastor Elbuen, performed a play called Goliath and David Christian, also Pariticiparon the Christian clowns, Pancho. Panchito Panchon and work with Daniel in the lion's den. the game of marbles and balloons. They were exposed

children happy with the clowns they played, they were preaching and singing. For his part, Pastor Dagoberto said Antonio Cruz, Face of God that is a magnificent work blessed by God Almighty. All members of the Church who accompanied Pastor Dagoberto on this visit were very happy to see the joy on the face of God under who surrendered to the joy and Joben particiopacion of the Good Shepherd. Also shared tamales and soda.
God bless all congreacion Acacoyagua the Good Shepherd of Chiapas, on his visit to the Face of God. May the Lord shower his blessings on each youth ministry of this congregation so blessed that we were happy with their blessed children's program. Christ loves you and so do we.

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" That black-smiles from the small window of the tram is like Mme. Lamort said.
"It is not possible, because in Paris there are no trams. In addition, the tram's black in no way resembles Mme. Lamort. Quite the contrary: it is Mme. Lamort who resembles that of black. In short: not only is there no trams in Paris but never in my life have I seen Mme. Lamort, even in portrait.
"You agree with me," he said, because I do not know Mme. Lamort.
"Who are you? Should introduce.
-Mme. Lamort "he said. ¨ And you?
-Mme. Lamort. "His name keeps reminding me something," he said.
"Try to remember before you reach the tram.
"But you just said no trams in Paris," he said.
-I had not when I said it, but you never know what will happen.
"Then let us hope because we are waiting."


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Sitting in the viewing room for passengers in transit without a visa to enter the country, Peter and his younger brother is the spitting image of homelessness. Small size and boyish face, but seriously, Pedro does not look nearly 17 years listed in your passport his brother five years seems smaller than that age. Despite going alone and not speaking the language, did not seem scared. Both passengers are more serious and quiet of the room, populated almost entirely by American migrants restless and noisy. The brothers barely speak, only Peter directs some words to his younger brother while trying, unsuccessfully, to placate his disheveled laughters, perhaps not despair as they await the arrival of his turn for interview with immigration officials. Beyond the few words exchanged with her brother, Pedro remains deep in thought, perhaps thinking how amazing it is that that very morning was still on their land, Chalatenango, Republic of El Salvador, and now is in that room at Miami International Airport, on a scale due to meet his mother. Eighteen months without seeing her. Eighteen months since she left in search of a better life, leaving them in charge of his grandmother. A little while, my children, had promised his mother, only a little time, as with the money to pay the ticket for the trip you . And yes, those eternal after eighteen months, so they were traveling to meet him. His first start of Chalatenango and plane ... ... and to go abroad (perhaps not to return to his people, as said Grandma tearfully when fired). Entertaining in your thoughts, and 'comb' to his brother, Pedro did not feel the long waiting time before their turn. But already they were calling ...

-After greeting, Peter looks at the identification of the woman before him and read his name: Lucia Gomez - name that does not sound like gringo , thinks boy with relief. [Her mother probably warned them that they would play a Cuban official, but if not they would put a translator.]

-Lucia shortens the courtesies and start the questions, obvious, non-aggressive by themselves but seasoned with a tone of arrogance accentuated by the size of the woman whose hand remains a huge security officer and heavily armed. Enough to intimidate the kids, more to Peter than his brother, too young to know of intimidation:

- Why travel without visa? Why travel alone you and your brother were minors? Why with so few possessions? Why not bring a return ticket? How is them travel as far without taking hardly any money? Why ...?

Question sprung one after another, without giving the boy time to think before answering. At the blast inquisitive, Peter tries to remain calm but the look and the imperative tone of the woman nervous. Still, mentally reviewed her mother's advice and answers all predating the Lady :

- Lady: Do not bring money because we will reach my mom, few of our belongings because my mom said just bring our best clothes, travel without a U.S. visa because the embassy did not give us, just bring one-way ticket because that was that my mom and sent us ...

As advanced questions, the tension grows and the boy's voice is becoming less and less audible, almost a whisper trembling, in sharp contrast to the harsh and impassive expression on his interrogator. Pedro sweats anxiety and anguish, as if he felt that the long-awaited meeting with his mom is diluted through the bureaucratic red tape and the arrogance of the Cuban employed. But suddenly, unexpectedly, Lucia interrupted the questioning and, annoyed, muttering something inaudible before leaving in a hurry, not without warning to Peter that not even think about moving there. As if the boy could. The poor, now it looks scared, almost desolate. Eternal Ten minutes later she returned with a large woman who looked like Boss. Although he speaks quietly, it is obvious that the Chief draws attention to Lucy, who remains silent. After a few minutes, the chief interrupted his monologue to address poor kids in English. After briefly reviewing their IDs to the chest, their passports and plane tickets, the hurry commends the boarding gate as far and it is almost time for your flight to Madrid .... The brothers seem so confused and relieved when they leave hurriedly in the company of great women and other armed guard, leaving behind Lucia whose stony expression has transmuted into a hassle free. And while I, who have witnessed the tense interview [at first quietly and then brazenly, to the point you have closed the book I read while half listening half] resist the urge to help (though perhaps open your gone worse), I also about to leave the room to board my flight to Santo Domingo de Guzmán. Too bad I will not have to deal with Cuban ... because I did bring my return ticket, booking an expensive hotel paid by the academic institution that invites the course to which I, as well as the constancy of it, fed dollars for orders my friends and an overwhelming desire to put the Cuban that ... in place. Everything. Less ... visa ... it being December and little time with the course I found out I could not remove ...

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"No I care what the wrong move to make you fall on my body "Marguerite Yourcenar