lunes, 26 de junio de 2017
A SLAMMABLE "TAKING OFF TEMPORARY"
A SLAMMABLE "TAKING OFF TEMPORARY"
Hello Friends and Friends;
For a few short years, I have opened the window of my little Cave and through it, you read my stories for Noe with stories also children that passed in number of 120.
Through this window you have read more of my 800 Poems in distant times and through the same window we have reflected more than 400 Reflections in the distance, with different criteria on each reflection.
To that open window, in the green and old mountains of my beloved Galicia, you have come from all the World Countries, unimaginable for me and so, day after day, while I kept the window open Internet, you visited 263,000 times and That made me happy.
I have never corrected a single line of writing when the notebook was still blank and in the end, the many spelling mistakes is the only thing that modifies. Not even when I started I knew where the story was going, let alone what would be its end, until my brain ordered my wrist ... "" Stop ... the story is over ... !!!. I could never feel that a Poem I liked better than the others, that a Children's Story I liked more than the others or that a Reflection satisfied me more than the others but in this "Temporary farewell" if making an effort I must choose one ... I would say in
Tales for Noe ................................. THE MULE OF THE WOLF AND THE CROW
In Reflections in the distance ............ WHAT IS WANTING A CHILD ...?
In Distant Times ........................... WHEN THE WIND TAKES ME ... !!!!
I have never asked you anything but in my convalescence (I hope you find it) would make me very .... But that very happy to receive from each of you a simple greeting, for example "HELLO ..." "
In your language. I have to operate in less than a week of 2 ENDOPROTHESIS (I already have 3) and a URETROCISCOPY .... Just in case ...
WITH AFFECT AND WITH ALL MY HEART, I LET YOU OPEN THE OPEN WINDOW OF MY CAVE FOR IF YOU DESIRE FOLLOWING VISITING ME, WAITING, IF GOD WANTS YOU TO RETURN TO GREETING. YOURSELF.- EUGENIO TIEVO PARCERO
UNA LAMENTABLE “DESPEDIDA TEMPORAL”
Hola Amigos y Amigas;
Durante unos breves años, os he abierto la ventana de mi pequeña Cueva y a través de ella, leísteis mis Cuentos para Noe con Historias también Infantiles que pasaron en número de 120.
Por esa ventana habéis leído más de mis 800 Poesías en lejanos tiempos y por la misma ventana hemos reflexionado más de 400 Reflexiones en la distancia, con diferentes criterios sobre cada reflexión.
A esa abierta ventana, en las verdes y ancianas montañas de mi adorada Galicia, habéis llegado de todos los Países del Mundo, inimaginables para mí y así, día tras día, mientras yo mantenía la ventana de Internet abierta, me habéis visitado 263.000 veces y eso, me hizo feliz.
Jamás he corregido una sola línea de lo escrito cuando aún la libreta estaba en blanco y al final, los muchísimos fallos ortográficos es lo único que modifique. Tampoco al empezar sabía por dónde iba a ir la historia ni mucho menos cual sería su final, hasta que mi cerebro ordenaba a mi muñeca… “”¡¡¡ Párate… que se acabó la historia…!!!. Jamás pude sentir que un Poema me gustara más que los otros, que un Cuento Infantil me gustara más que los otros o que una Reflexión me satisficiera más que las otras pero en esta “despedida Temporal” si haciendo un esfuerzo debo escoger una … diría que en
Cuentos para Noe …………………………… LA MUELA DEL LOBO Y EL CUERVO
En Reflexiones en la distancia………… ¿QUE ES QUERER A UN NIETO…?
En Lejanos Tiempos……………………… ¡¡¡ CUANDO EL VIENTO ME LLEVE…!!!!
Nunca os he pedido nada pero en mi convalecencia (espero que la halla) me haría muy…. Pero que muy feliz recibir de cada uno de vosotros un simple saludo, por ejemplo “ HOLA…””
En el idioma vuestro. Debo operarme en menos de una semana de 2 ENDOPRÓTESIS (ya tengo 3) y de una URETROCISCOPIA …. ¡¡¡ por si aún fuera poco…
CON AFECTO Y CON TODO MI CORAZÓN, OS DEJO DOLORIDO LA VENTANA ABIERTA DE MI CUEVA POR SI DESEÁIS SEGUIR VISITÁNDOME, A LA ESPERA, SI DIOS LO QUIERE DE QUE VUELVA A SALUDAROS. VUESTRO.- EUGENIO TIEVO PARCERO
martes, 3 de enero de 2017
Reflecting on the second day of the New Year.
Reflecting on the second day of the New Year.
Year after year, in its beginnings I always wanted to write in a "fortune teller" plan the events that seemed to me to happen every one of those years, but they happened one after another and their assumptions remained in the drawer of forgetfulness.
Now, I think my time has passed, as if with it I felt the arrival "of my last Winter", but how many Last Winters I have already passed ...?
Life leaves traces that some wash and others never disappear. I may have
Four tracks that I have not been able to erase and from there are born the thought that this "would be my last Winter".
FIRST .- I was a child, I would be between 7 or 9 years and now, where modernism built (
Previous infill) and parke infantil, before was the beginning of the Beach of the Town, known as "the Beach of Rodeira" for the tourists and that we call "Beach of the Areas Fat". In front of it, a National road that passes by the Town and to the other side the main walk, the houses and the commerce.
I was coming (as I say) at that age from the Beach towards my humble house and without looking at me I crossed or tried to cross the road. When I reached the center of it, the terrible screams of a monumental braking of an old car, which was only a few centimeters from my small body, had to paralyze the blood that was walking through my veins and being in that state, the roar of Some horns of that car (like saying "how do you cross without looking ... I was so shaken by the body that I think it must have been what many call the SOUL ... !!!" At that moment, Wind of the Southwest (the one that brings the rain) and from that moment, 58 years ago, every time that in the Autumn or in the Winter blows the Wind of the Southwest, my body to feel it turns to shudder and for that reason I am sorry "Like the Wind of Death ..." ".
SECOND.- I was (as my aunts and neighbors said) "a good son," perhaps the fruit of being an only child,
But if we add that I was born in a fishing village and my father went to the sea for a long time (I was a cook), I spent my childhood day after day with my Mother whom I adored and adored after being dead more than 23 years ago, Waiting for the two (especially me) the return of my father because that meant that I "was like the others who had father every day".
At that time I worked in a Canning Factory called Massó and after completing the second Welding Course, with 16 years, we were proposed who wanted to take the entrance tests at the Labor University of La Coruña, but of course, all at those ages We had and were to have a girlfriend and the offer meant sleeping in the same center. Only me (who already had a girlfriend ... today is my wife ... although at my age I can not remember when I was not, because sometimes I think
I was born married ...) to take the entrance tests and get a scholarship of 50,000 pesetas, which in the year 1.967, meant a lot of money and which covered, studies, books, tuition, breakfast, lunch and dinner, sleep, clothes and Footwear, medical care 24 hours a day. etc. etc.
After leaving my mother alone, I think it was mid-course, my father told me (I do not remember how) that my beloved Mother suffered from a Breast Cancer. I was not very aware of what that was, but I heard that other women refused to have their whole breast amputated and in a short time ... they were dying. My Mother, with the courage she always had, gave orders that they cut as far as they thought they should cut and perhaps, thanks to that decision, she still lived
26 more years.
THIRD.- I did not leave my beloved Mother alone for a single second when I was at home because she wanted me to continue studying, but 150 km from my house. I remember my dear father, feeling saddened by the near widowhood that awaited him, but fate had prepared his day in the year 1.975, my father being healthy and alive, a circumstance that I also had to suffer with
25 years old.
FOUR.- By simple coincidence on the date of my birth, I am of the zodiac sign of the beautiful
CANCER ... total ... that after the first three tracks ... and I do not know which of them influenced more, my own children remember that I, his father, already said that he would not reach the age of 35, then they were 40, 45 fell, surprise came the 50, I met one day with 55, I wondered another day I was doing at 60 and now with 67 ... way to ... WHAT THE FUCK I KNOW! !!
Perhaps, for me, this Year that ended was the hardest and the most tragic. I suffered at dawn on May 20 a DISCRIMINATION in the ASCENDENT AORTA, a DISCLOSURE in the AORTIC BRIDGE and the BREAK of a CORONARY VINE. Total, 3 operations between 8 and 9 hours
Each during the first 8 days. When I woke up and began to become aware of where I was, believing that the day before was in my house, I was told I was there ... 45 days ...
And me without knowing anything. Only a large cut in the sternum that I assumed would be a hemorrhoid intervention and opened me ... there and all this, in the wonderful Hospital Alvaro Qunqueiro de VIGO.
And here we are ... !!! Maybe GOD would get in the way there, or it seemed premature for me to enter his house ... up there.
And that's why this year, like the past years, I have the desire to write what I imagine will happen this New Year but something "inexplicable" prevents me: "I do not understand in which world I live, I do not understand the Social Policy that they have implemented People who call themselves democratic and have nothing to do with the DEMOCRACY that we started to create, starting in 1975. I do not understand the music that sounds, or who sings it or who dances it, this "to say something". Gays and Lesbians, and NOT Gays and Lesbians, have always existed since we believed on this planet, bone, since the World is World have existed in the same form of creation in the human race and the animal race (I no longer know Which is one and the other) the family, composed of man, woman, and usually their children. Now they have democratically transferred the concept of marriage (call it something else !!!) to the union of Two men or two women and for greater democracy, with the same rights to adopt children, which will cost many years to understand why they have
Of fathers or mothers. But this "beautiful DEMOCRATIC SOCIETY" allows a single man to adopt children as a woman can do and so the children will find that they have (some) dad and mom, two other dads, two other moms and others a single dad or one Single mom without being any widows ... WILL YOU UNDERSTAND ...? I ... NO ... And of course, I wonder what the new DEMOCRATIC recognition will be, for example, my cousin Maruchi will be able to marry (and I say civil marriage) with her beloved German Shepherd dog and my cousin Jorge will be able to Do with his beloved dog YUYU Doberman breed and all with the same legal rights that from the beginning of life was recognized what was a family. They, who are animals without DEMOCRACY and perhaps with GENETIC DEMOCRACY ... have not changed. I do not understand this new world and the worst thing is that I refuse to understand it ... !!! Because, I say, there is only one explanation that the Spaniards have been carrying for 4 years, giving birth to Rajoy, by his restrictions, by his unfulfilled promises, by unemployment, by evictions, by the tolerance of friends who have swindled the coffers of People and that the time has come for the Sovereign People, with their DEMOCRATIC RIGHT of PERSONAL VOTE,
Return to give Mr. Rajoy the Government of our People. I do not understand it nor do I want to understand it, but maybe I will lower GOD and sing a BOLERO and if it does not ... ALWAYS LEAVE PARIS ...
Year after year, in its beginnings I always wanted to write in a "fortune teller" plan the events that seemed to me to happen every one of those years, but they happened one after another and their assumptions remained in the drawer of forgetfulness.
Now, I think my time has passed, as if with it I felt the arrival "of my last Winter", but how many Last Winters I have already passed ...?
Life leaves traces that some wash and others never disappear. I may have
Four tracks that I have not been able to erase and from there are born the thought that this "would be my last Winter".
FIRST .- I was a child, I would be between 7 or 9 years and now, where modernism built (
Previous infill) and parke infantil, before was the beginning of the Beach of the Town, known as "the Beach of Rodeira" for the tourists and that we call "Beach of the Areas Fat". In front of it, a National road that passes by the Town and to the other side the main walk, the houses and the commerce.
I was coming (as I say) at that age from the Beach towards my humble house and without looking at me I crossed or tried to cross the road. When I reached the center of it, the terrible screams of a monumental braking of an old car, which was only a few centimeters from my small body, had to paralyze the blood that was walking through my veins and being in that state, the roar of Some horns of that car (like saying "how do you cross without looking ... I was so shaken by the body that I think it must have been what many call the SOUL ... !!!" At that moment, Wind of the Southwest (the one that brings the rain) and from that moment, 58 years ago, every time that in the Autumn or in the Winter blows the Wind of the Southwest, my body to feel it turns to shudder and for that reason I am sorry "Like the Wind of Death ..." ".
SECOND.- I was (as my aunts and neighbors said) "a good son," perhaps the fruit of being an only child,
But if we add that I was born in a fishing village and my father went to the sea for a long time (I was a cook), I spent my childhood day after day with my Mother whom I adored and adored after being dead more than 23 years ago, Waiting for the two (especially me) the return of my father because that meant that I "was like the others who had father every day".
At that time I worked in a Canning Factory called Massó and after completing the second Welding Course, with 16 years, we were proposed who wanted to take the entrance tests at the Labor University of La Coruña, but of course, all at those ages We had and were to have a girlfriend and the offer meant sleeping in the same center. Only me (who already had a girlfriend ... today is my wife ... although at my age I can not remember when I was not, because sometimes I think
I was born married ...) to take the entrance tests and get a scholarship of 50,000 pesetas, which in the year 1.967, meant a lot of money and which covered, studies, books, tuition, breakfast, lunch and dinner, sleep, clothes and Footwear, medical care 24 hours a day. etc. etc.
After leaving my mother alone, I think it was mid-course, my father told me (I do not remember how) that my beloved Mother suffered from a Breast Cancer. I was not very aware of what that was, but I heard that other women refused to have their whole breast amputated and in a short time ... they were dying. My Mother, with the courage she always had, gave orders that they cut as far as they thought they should cut and perhaps, thanks to that decision, she still lived
26 more years.
THIRD.- I did not leave my beloved Mother alone for a single second when I was at home because she wanted me to continue studying, but 150 km from my house. I remember my dear father, feeling saddened by the near widowhood that awaited him, but fate had prepared his day in the year 1.975, my father being healthy and alive, a circumstance that I also had to suffer with
25 years old.
FOUR.- By simple coincidence on the date of my birth, I am of the zodiac sign of the beautiful
CANCER ... total ... that after the first three tracks ... and I do not know which of them influenced more, my own children remember that I, his father, already said that he would not reach the age of 35, then they were 40, 45 fell, surprise came the 50, I met one day with 55, I wondered another day I was doing at 60 and now with 67 ... way to ... WHAT THE FUCK I KNOW! !!
Perhaps, for me, this Year that ended was the hardest and the most tragic. I suffered at dawn on May 20 a DISCRIMINATION in the ASCENDENT AORTA, a DISCLOSURE in the AORTIC BRIDGE and the BREAK of a CORONARY VINE. Total, 3 operations between 8 and 9 hours
Each during the first 8 days. When I woke up and began to become aware of where I was, believing that the day before was in my house, I was told I was there ... 45 days ...
And me without knowing anything. Only a large cut in the sternum that I assumed would be a hemorrhoid intervention and opened me ... there and all this, in the wonderful Hospital Alvaro Qunqueiro de VIGO.
And here we are ... !!! Maybe GOD would get in the way there, or it seemed premature for me to enter his house ... up there.
And that's why this year, like the past years, I have the desire to write what I imagine will happen this New Year but something "inexplicable" prevents me: "I do not understand in which world I live, I do not understand the Social Policy that they have implemented People who call themselves democratic and have nothing to do with the DEMOCRACY that we started to create, starting in 1975. I do not understand the music that sounds, or who sings it or who dances it, this "to say something". Gays and Lesbians, and NOT Gays and Lesbians, have always existed since we believed on this planet, bone, since the World is World have existed in the same form of creation in the human race and the animal race (I no longer know Which is one and the other) the family, composed of man, woman, and usually their children. Now they have democratically transferred the concept of marriage (call it something else !!!) to the union of Two men or two women and for greater democracy, with the same rights to adopt children, which will cost many years to understand why they have
Of fathers or mothers. But this "beautiful DEMOCRATIC SOCIETY" allows a single man to adopt children as a woman can do and so the children will find that they have (some) dad and mom, two other dads, two other moms and others a single dad or one Single mom without being any widows ... WILL YOU UNDERSTAND ...? I ... NO ... And of course, I wonder what the new DEMOCRATIC recognition will be, for example, my cousin Maruchi will be able to marry (and I say civil marriage) with her beloved German Shepherd dog and my cousin Jorge will be able to Do with his beloved dog YUYU Doberman breed and all with the same legal rights that from the beginning of life was recognized what was a family. They, who are animals without DEMOCRACY and perhaps with GENETIC DEMOCRACY ... have not changed. I do not understand this new world and the worst thing is that I refuse to understand it ... !!! Because, I say, there is only one explanation that the Spaniards have been carrying for 4 years, giving birth to Rajoy, by his restrictions, by his unfulfilled promises, by unemployment, by evictions, by the tolerance of friends who have swindled the coffers of People and that the time has come for the Sovereign People, with their DEMOCRATIC RIGHT of PERSONAL VOTE,
Return to give Mr. Rajoy the Government of our People. I do not understand it nor do I want to understand it, but maybe I will lower GOD and sing a BOLERO and if it does not ... ALWAYS LEAVE PARIS ...
martes, 15 de noviembre de 2016
We are grandparents ... but were we ever parents ...?
We are grandparents ... but were we ever parents ...?
Even yesterday they were our children and today, they are also parents, but so much have changed family structures that today we are not, although respected, as they were for us who were our grandparents, and "I do not understand ..."
We are "the old silent ones" that we enjoy our grandchildren, (what our children allow us), but in return, we can not comment on their behavior because "we are old" and, the worse thing is that we risk that they prevent us from seeing them , Play with them, tell them our stories and stories, etc ... and "I do not understand ...".
We only have their first seven years because, for them, then "we are old", but how many times this enjoyment is the payment for our silence, and "I do not understand ..."
They say that society has changed, that grandparents "misbehave" grandchildren, etc., and I disagree, I think, rather, that when we are grandparents, we are at an age when we understand that it is not necessary So rigidity and discipline because, in short, "they are only children". But of many more things we could speak the grandparents, for example: what fault we have the grandparents of the quick and unexpected separations marriages of our children ?. Sometimes a simple argument is enough to condemn our children that "Dad no longer lives with us" ... We also had discussions, but we maintained the family unit, precisely because we had children, because we had created a family and that Was the most important thing in our lives. And here begins our first punishment as grandparents because, without being blamed for their childish separations, they punish us with the impediment of seeing them as we did before, especially those who are "paternal grandparents" and, "I do not understand ...".
There are so many things that grandparents are condemned to "silence" if we do not want to risk losing contact with our grandchildren, who today I just want to focus on one.
I have grandchildren who study in different public schools, no matter in which, because this serious problem happens in all and becomes more serious when I observe that the mother, APAS, directors of the school and other responsible should consider it normal, How is it possible, modern mothers of our grandchildren, that when the child returns from school, you have forgotten the clothes he wore? . Say to the sky to see at the entrance of the school how daily trunks, sweaters, jackets, pants and even shoes of our grandchildren are filled ... That they forget to pick them can be even normal, but you! What are you thinking that you ask nothing? Ah! You buy another clothes and so, day by day are increasing the garments stored in the trunks of oblivion ... and the APA nor the directors either ?, Or, is that this society has become so demagogic, talking about the rights of Children who have forgotten that, perhaps, the first right that our grandchildren have, is to feel protected by their parents, who in this case, never worry about where they left their clothes ?. No, here nobody asks and while, every day increases the mountain of clothes in the schools, and "I do not understand it ..."
Of course, grandparents could talk about more things ... ethics classes or religion classes? But what right do the new parents have to deprive our grandchildren of knowing who God was ...,
The Virgin Mary or Jesus Christ? That is, that for thousands of years we have been raised and educated with these teachings and those human and ethical values and the new parents prevent our grandchildren from knowing religion, entering a church, knowing what the Body of Christ is using as an excuse The wickedness of some priests. Why then, do we mount the nativity scene in the hall if, throughout the year, they did not listen to the words of the child Jesus, the Virgin Mary or Saint Joseph? Why do we talk about the Magi? Holiday because it's Easter? ...
Let's do one thing, in the belén we place figures of Casillas, Inhiesta, Ronaldo, Rafa Nadal or better still, of our forgotten Olympic canoe champions, and instead of the Virgin Mary, we put Teresa Portela ... and "I do not understand" .
I acknowledge and am convinced that my generation, that of the Beatles, meant the beginning of family destruction for having tolerated you, who are now parents, so much demagogic freedom, too many caprices without effort, and now, being grandparents, we You pay with the threat of depriving us (if we do not keep quiet) of our grandchildren and so, little by little, the family is destroyed. Unfortunately, we are also guilty for our own silence, and ... "I do not understand."
Somos abuelos…¿pero alguna vez fuimos padres…?
Aún ayer eran nuestros hijos y hoy, ellos también son padres, pero tanto han cambiado las estructuras familiares que hoy no somos, aunque respetados, como lo eran para nosotros los que fueron nuestros abuelos, y “no lo entiendo…”
Somos “los viejos silenciosos” que disfrutamos de nuestros nietos,(lo que nuestros hijos nos permiten), pero a cambio, no podemos opinar sobre su comportamiento porque “somos viejos” y , lo peor, es que nos arriesgamos a que nos impidan verlos, jugar con ellos, contarles nuestro cuentos e historias, etc…y “no lo entiendo…”.
Solamente contamos con sus primeros siete años porque, para ellos, después “somos viejos”, pero ¿cuántas veces este disfrute es el pago por nuestro silencio , y “no lo entiendo…”
Dicen que la sociedad ha cambiado, que los abuelos “mal educamos” a los nietos, etc…, y no estoy de acuerdo ;creo, más bien, que cuando nos hacen abuelos, estamos en una edad en la que entendemos que no es necesaria tanta rigidez y disciplina porque, en definitiva, “sólo son niños”. Pero de muchas cosas más podríamos hablar los abuelos, por ejemplo:¿qué culpa tenemos los abuelos de las rápidas e inesperadas separaciones matrimoniales de nuestros hijos?. A veces, una simple discusión es suficiente para condenar a nuestros hijos a que “papá ya no vive con nosotros”…Discusiones también las hemos tenido nosotros, pero hemos mantenido la unidad familiar, precisamente porque teníamos hijos, porque habíamos creado una familia y eso era lo más importante en nuestras vidas. Y aquí comienza nuestro primer castigo como abuelos porque, sin tener la culpa de sus infantiles separaciones, nos castigan con el impedimento de verlos como antes lo hacíamos, sobre todo los que somos “abuelos paternos” y, ”no lo entiendo…”.
Son tantas cosas por las que los abuelos estamos condenados “al silencio” si no queremos arriesgar el perder el contacto con nuestros nietos, que hoy sólo quiero centrarme en una.
Tengo nietos que estudian en diferentes colegios públicos, no importa en cuáles, porque este grave problema sucede en todos y se convierte en más grave cuando observo que las madre, APAS, directores del colegio y demás responsables lo deben considerar normal, y es que, ¿cómo es posible, modernas madres de nuestros nietos, que cuando el niño regresa del colegio, ya habéis olvidado la ropa que llevó? .Clama al cielo ver en la entrada del centro escolar cómo diariamente se van llenando baúles de chándales, zamarras, chaquetas, pantalones e incluso calzado de nuestros nietos…Que ellos se olviden de recogerlos puede ser incluso normal, ¡pero vosotras! ¿en qué estáis pensando que nada le preguntáis?. ¡Ah! le compráis otra ropa y así, día a día van aumentando las prendas almacenadas en los baúles del olvido…¿y el APA ni los directores tampoco?, O, ¿es que esta sociedad se ha hecho tan demagógica, hablando de los derechos de los niños que se ha olvidad de que , tal vez, el primer derecho que tienen nuestros nietos, es sentirse protegidos por sus padres, que en este caso, jamás se preocupan de dónde han dejado la ropa?. No, aquí nadie pregunta y mientras, cada día aumenta la montaña de ropa en los centros escolares, y “no lo entiendo…”
Claro que, los abuelos podríamos hablar de más cosas… ¿clases de ética o clases de religión?,¿ pero qué derecho tenéis los nuevos padres de privar a nuestros nietos de saber quien fue Dios...,
la Virgen María o Jesucristo? O sea, que desde hace miles de años nos hemos criado y educado con esas enseñanzas y esos valores humanos y éticos y lo nuevos padres impiden a nuestro nietos saber religión, entrar en una iglesia, saber lo que es el Cuerpo de Cristo usando como excusa la maldad de algunos curas. ¿Para qué entonces, les montamos el belén en el salón si durante todo el año no escucharon la palabra del niño Jesús, la Virgen María o San José?, ¿para qué le hablamos de los Reyes Magos?, ¿cómo le explicamos que están de vacaciones porque es la Semana Santa?...
Hagamos una cosa, en el belén colocamos figuras de Casillas, Inhiesta, Ronaldo, Rafa Nadal o mejor aún, de nuestros olvidados campeones olímpicos de piragüismo, y en vez de la Virgen María, ponemos a Teresa Portela….y “no lo entiendo”.
Reconozco y estoy convencido, que mi generación , la de los Beatles, significó el principio de la destrucción familiar por haber tolerado a vosotros , que ahora sois padres, tanta libertad demagógica, demasiados caprichos sin esfuerzo, y ahora, siendo nosotros abuelos, nos lo pagáis con la amenaza de privarnos( si no callamos) de nuestros nietos y así, poco a poco, se va destruyendo la familia .Desgraciadamente, nosotros también somos culpables por nuestro propio silencio, y …”no lo entiendo”.
Even yesterday they were our children and today, they are also parents, but so much have changed family structures that today we are not, although respected, as they were for us who were our grandparents, and "I do not understand ..."
We are "the old silent ones" that we enjoy our grandchildren, (what our children allow us), but in return, we can not comment on their behavior because "we are old" and, the worse thing is that we risk that they prevent us from seeing them , Play with them, tell them our stories and stories, etc ... and "I do not understand ...".
We only have their first seven years because, for them, then "we are old", but how many times this enjoyment is the payment for our silence, and "I do not understand ..."
They say that society has changed, that grandparents "misbehave" grandchildren, etc., and I disagree, I think, rather, that when we are grandparents, we are at an age when we understand that it is not necessary So rigidity and discipline because, in short, "they are only children". But of many more things we could speak the grandparents, for example: what fault we have the grandparents of the quick and unexpected separations marriages of our children ?. Sometimes a simple argument is enough to condemn our children that "Dad no longer lives with us" ... We also had discussions, but we maintained the family unit, precisely because we had children, because we had created a family and that Was the most important thing in our lives. And here begins our first punishment as grandparents because, without being blamed for their childish separations, they punish us with the impediment of seeing them as we did before, especially those who are "paternal grandparents" and, "I do not understand ...".
There are so many things that grandparents are condemned to "silence" if we do not want to risk losing contact with our grandchildren, who today I just want to focus on one.
I have grandchildren who study in different public schools, no matter in which, because this serious problem happens in all and becomes more serious when I observe that the mother, APAS, directors of the school and other responsible should consider it normal, How is it possible, modern mothers of our grandchildren, that when the child returns from school, you have forgotten the clothes he wore? . Say to the sky to see at the entrance of the school how daily trunks, sweaters, jackets, pants and even shoes of our grandchildren are filled ... That they forget to pick them can be even normal, but you! What are you thinking that you ask nothing? Ah! You buy another clothes and so, day by day are increasing the garments stored in the trunks of oblivion ... and the APA nor the directors either ?, Or, is that this society has become so demagogic, talking about the rights of Children who have forgotten that, perhaps, the first right that our grandchildren have, is to feel protected by their parents, who in this case, never worry about where they left their clothes ?. No, here nobody asks and while, every day increases the mountain of clothes in the schools, and "I do not understand it ..."
Of course, grandparents could talk about more things ... ethics classes or religion classes? But what right do the new parents have to deprive our grandchildren of knowing who God was ...,
The Virgin Mary or Jesus Christ? That is, that for thousands of years we have been raised and educated with these teachings and those human and ethical values and the new parents prevent our grandchildren from knowing religion, entering a church, knowing what the Body of Christ is using as an excuse The wickedness of some priests. Why then, do we mount the nativity scene in the hall if, throughout the year, they did not listen to the words of the child Jesus, the Virgin Mary or Saint Joseph? Why do we talk about the Magi? Holiday because it's Easter? ...
Let's do one thing, in the belén we place figures of Casillas, Inhiesta, Ronaldo, Rafa Nadal or better still, of our forgotten Olympic canoe champions, and instead of the Virgin Mary, we put Teresa Portela ... and "I do not understand" .
I acknowledge and am convinced that my generation, that of the Beatles, meant the beginning of family destruction for having tolerated you, who are now parents, so much demagogic freedom, too many caprices without effort, and now, being grandparents, we You pay with the threat of depriving us (if we do not keep quiet) of our grandchildren and so, little by little, the family is destroyed. Unfortunately, we are also guilty for our own silence, and ... "I do not understand."
Somos abuelos…¿pero alguna vez fuimos padres…?
Aún ayer eran nuestros hijos y hoy, ellos también son padres, pero tanto han cambiado las estructuras familiares que hoy no somos, aunque respetados, como lo eran para nosotros los que fueron nuestros abuelos, y “no lo entiendo…”
Somos “los viejos silenciosos” que disfrutamos de nuestros nietos,(lo que nuestros hijos nos permiten), pero a cambio, no podemos opinar sobre su comportamiento porque “somos viejos” y , lo peor, es que nos arriesgamos a que nos impidan verlos, jugar con ellos, contarles nuestro cuentos e historias, etc…y “no lo entiendo…”.
Solamente contamos con sus primeros siete años porque, para ellos, después “somos viejos”, pero ¿cuántas veces este disfrute es el pago por nuestro silencio , y “no lo entiendo…”
Dicen que la sociedad ha cambiado, que los abuelos “mal educamos” a los nietos, etc…, y no estoy de acuerdo ;creo, más bien, que cuando nos hacen abuelos, estamos en una edad en la que entendemos que no es necesaria tanta rigidez y disciplina porque, en definitiva, “sólo son niños”. Pero de muchas cosas más podríamos hablar los abuelos, por ejemplo:¿qué culpa tenemos los abuelos de las rápidas e inesperadas separaciones matrimoniales de nuestros hijos?. A veces, una simple discusión es suficiente para condenar a nuestros hijos a que “papá ya no vive con nosotros”…Discusiones también las hemos tenido nosotros, pero hemos mantenido la unidad familiar, precisamente porque teníamos hijos, porque habíamos creado una familia y eso era lo más importante en nuestras vidas. Y aquí comienza nuestro primer castigo como abuelos porque, sin tener la culpa de sus infantiles separaciones, nos castigan con el impedimento de verlos como antes lo hacíamos, sobre todo los que somos “abuelos paternos” y, ”no lo entiendo…”.
Son tantas cosas por las que los abuelos estamos condenados “al silencio” si no queremos arriesgar el perder el contacto con nuestros nietos, que hoy sólo quiero centrarme en una.
Tengo nietos que estudian en diferentes colegios públicos, no importa en cuáles, porque este grave problema sucede en todos y se convierte en más grave cuando observo que las madre, APAS, directores del colegio y demás responsables lo deben considerar normal, y es que, ¿cómo es posible, modernas madres de nuestros nietos, que cuando el niño regresa del colegio, ya habéis olvidado la ropa que llevó? .Clama al cielo ver en la entrada del centro escolar cómo diariamente se van llenando baúles de chándales, zamarras, chaquetas, pantalones e incluso calzado de nuestros nietos…Que ellos se olviden de recogerlos puede ser incluso normal, ¡pero vosotras! ¿en qué estáis pensando que nada le preguntáis?. ¡Ah! le compráis otra ropa y así, día a día van aumentando las prendas almacenadas en los baúles del olvido…¿y el APA ni los directores tampoco?, O, ¿es que esta sociedad se ha hecho tan demagógica, hablando de los derechos de los niños que se ha olvidad de que , tal vez, el primer derecho que tienen nuestros nietos, es sentirse protegidos por sus padres, que en este caso, jamás se preocupan de dónde han dejado la ropa?. No, aquí nadie pregunta y mientras, cada día aumenta la montaña de ropa en los centros escolares, y “no lo entiendo…”
Claro que, los abuelos podríamos hablar de más cosas… ¿clases de ética o clases de religión?,¿ pero qué derecho tenéis los nuevos padres de privar a nuestros nietos de saber quien fue Dios...,
la Virgen María o Jesucristo? O sea, que desde hace miles de años nos hemos criado y educado con esas enseñanzas y esos valores humanos y éticos y lo nuevos padres impiden a nuestro nietos saber religión, entrar en una iglesia, saber lo que es el Cuerpo de Cristo usando como excusa la maldad de algunos curas. ¿Para qué entonces, les montamos el belén en el salón si durante todo el año no escucharon la palabra del niño Jesús, la Virgen María o San José?, ¿para qué le hablamos de los Reyes Magos?, ¿cómo le explicamos que están de vacaciones porque es la Semana Santa?...
Hagamos una cosa, en el belén colocamos figuras de Casillas, Inhiesta, Ronaldo, Rafa Nadal o mejor aún, de nuestros olvidados campeones olímpicos de piragüismo, y en vez de la Virgen María, ponemos a Teresa Portela….y “no lo entiendo”.
Reconozco y estoy convencido, que mi generación , la de los Beatles, significó el principio de la destrucción familiar por haber tolerado a vosotros , que ahora sois padres, tanta libertad demagógica, demasiados caprichos sin esfuerzo, y ahora, siendo nosotros abuelos, nos lo pagáis con la amenaza de privarnos( si no callamos) de nuestros nietos y así, poco a poco, se va destruyendo la familia .Desgraciadamente, nosotros también somos culpables por nuestro propio silencio, y …”no lo entiendo”.
DEDICATED TO SOR LUCÍA CARAM ....
DEDICATED TO SOR LUCÍA CARAM ......................
Dear Sister Lucy;
I do not know if I should address you as SISTER, MOTHER, NUN, REVEREND ... or FRIEND, but in any case, I do it with the utmost respect and consideration
I have seen her (like most of the Spaniards) "sometimes on television and by the same means ... I keep hearing her and her words bring me distant memories that make me doubt if you will not be the" REINCARNATION "of another Nun, Member of the Company of Maria and that I and other children and youngsters we met at the age of 13-18 years in our small but BELLO Cangas de Morrazo village in Pontevedra (logically ... SPAIN ... !!! ) The energy of his voice, the clarity of his concepts, the human and evangelical truth of his words and the just social condemnation of his criteria on those who enslave, strangle the SOCIAL DREAMS of those who, with effort, came to Retirement, but Also to those who are in the age of giving their labored effort in the work or academic teachings and leave our Country but above all, filling the younger ones with a dark future, but even being aware that their privatizing laws can be considered "criminal" Say, for example, GLOBAL HEALTHCUT CLIPS, say, for example, SUICIDES in the face of the desperation to see a relative on the fucking street, with no future.
Next to this good Monk, Mother Corval, we learned to DREAM in a new Society, reading "The Parable of Water" etc etc .. This good Monk resided in the bourgeois college of the People belonging to the Company of Mary and exercised Teacher, but in her free time, extra-school, began to surround themselves with young people who came to her to study and to obtain the Certificate of Primary Studies and little by little, we were forming a group of young people framed in the JOC in the JE C Ect, hungry to hear your social words. That beautiful Monk suffered the punishment of her own Order, which threatened to transfer her to a center forgotten by God, because it was not well seen that a Monk, giving private lessons and free to the children of the sailors, The masons, carpenters etc of the People. But perhaps God wanted the Corval Mother's OVARIOS to be equivalent to the whole Company of Mary ... do you know why ... Sister Lucia ...? In front of the huge and majestic school of the Company of Maria de Cangas de Morrazo-Pontevedra (and of course ... SPAIN ... !!!) there was a small stone house known as "THE HOUSE OF LOS POOR "where they resided fixed or temporary, the poorest of the poor and clear with them also slept the most drunk people drunk people, For without caring at all or her own family (as well bourgeois as she was) Mother Corval, before being transferred by her Order and abandon those youngsters who had breastfed in the definition of what should be an EQUAL, SOCIALIST SOCIETY AND AT THE END COMMUNIST, left the Order, abandoned the luxury of that great College and took refuge to live and sleep in that nauseating "· HOUSE OF THE POOR. As she was a teacher, she did not take long to practice as such in different Public School Groups, until years later, she passed away but it was always in our minds the memory of a GOOD NUN ..... THE MOTHER CORVAL
You, Sister Lucia, when you want to translate a definition of yours, use the phrase "I do not say it ... it's what Pope Francis said ..." "Mother Corval ... she did not say it, Surely it was the voice itself OF DIVINE JUSTICE.
For all this and many other things, I am convinced that there may be REENCARNATION because .... what you say, I already heard it many years ago to a GOOD AND BEAUTIFUL MONK ..... called THE MOTHER CORVAL .
DEDICADO A SOR LUCÍA CARAM ......................
Estimada Sor Lucía;
No sé si debo dirigirme a Ud. como HERMANA, MADRE, MONJA, REVERENDA ... o AMIGA, pero en cualquier caso, lo hago con el mayor respeto y consideración
La he visto ( como la mayoría de los españoles) " algunas veces por televisión y por ese mismo medio ... la sigo escuchando y sus palabras me traen lejanos recuerdos que me hacen dudar si no será Ud " LA REENCARNACIÓN" de otra Monja, miembro de la Compañía de María y que yo y otros críos y crías conocimos a la edad de 13-18 años en nuestro pequeño pero BELLO Pueblo de Cangas de Morrazo en Pontevedra (¡¡¡ lógicamente... ESPAÑA...!!!). La energía de su voz. la claridad de sus conceptos, la verdad humana y Evangélica de sus palabras y la justa condena social de sus criterios sobre los que esclavizan, estrangulan los SUEÑOS SOCIALES de los que con esfuerzo llegaron a la Jubilación, pero también a los que están en la edad de entregar su esfuerzo labrado en las enseñanzas laborables o académicas y abandonan nuestro País pero sobretodo, llenando de oscuro futuro a los más jóvenes, pero incluso siendo conscientes que sus leyes privatizadoras puedan ser consideradas leyes "criminales" dígase por ejemplo RECORTES GLOBALES DE LA SANIDAD, dígase por ejemplo SUICIDIOS ante la desesperación de verse una familiar en la puta calle, sin futuro.
Al lado de esta buena Monja, la Madre Corval, aprendimos a SOÑAR en una nueva Sociedad, leyendo " La Parábola del Agua" etc etc.. Esta buena Monja, residía en el burgués colegio del Pueblo perteneciente a la Compañía de María y ejercía de Profesora, pero en sus ratos libres, extra-escolares, comenzó a rodearse de jóvenes que acudían a ella para estudiar y poder obtener el Certificado de Estudios Primarios y poco a poco, fuimos formando un grupo de jóvenes encuadrados en la J.O.C en la J.E C ect, hambrientos de escuchar sus palabras sociales. Aquella bella Monja sufrió el castigo de su propia Orden, la cual la amenazó con trasladarla a un centro olvidado de la mano de Dios, porque no era bien visto el que una Monja, diera clases privadas y gratis a los hijos de los marineros, de los albañiles, de los carpinteros etc del Pueblo. Pero tal vez quiso Dios que los OVARIOS de la Madre Corval equivaliesen a toda la Compañía de María... ¿ sabe porque... Sor Lucia ...? En frente al enorme y majestuoso colegio de la Compañía de Maria de Cangas de Morrazo-Pontevedra ( ¡¡¡¡ y claro está... ESPAÑA...!!!) había una pequeña casita de piedra conocida como " LA CASA DE LOS POBRES" donde residían fijos o temporalmente, los más pobres de los pobres y claro con ellos también dormían los más borrachos de los borrachos del Pueblo; pues sin importarle absolutamente ni su propia familia ( que bien burguesa que era) la Madre Corval, antes de ser trasladada por su Orden y abandonar a aquellos jóvenes que había amamantado en la definición de lo que debería ser una SOCIEDAD EQUITATIVA, SOCIALISTA Y AL FINAL COMUNISTA, abandonó la Orden, abandonó el lujo de aquel gran Colegio y se refugió a vivir y dormir en aquella nauseabunda "· CASA DE LOS POBRES". Como era Profesora no tardó en ejercer como tal en diferentes Grupos Escolares Públicos, hasta que años más tarde, falleció pero siempre estuvo en nuestras mentes el recuerdo de una BUENA MONJA..... LA MADRE CORVAL
Ud, Sor Lucía, cuando quiere plasmar una definición suya, recurre a la frase de " no lo digo yo... es que lo dijo el Papa Francisco...""La Madre Corval... tampoco lo decía ella sino que estoy seguro que era la propia voz DE LA JUSTICIA DIVINA.
Por todo ello y por muchas cosas más, me estoy convenciendo que puede ser que exista la REENCARNACIÓN porque.... lo que Ud, dice ya lo escuché hace muchos años a una BUENA Y BELLA MONJA..... llamada LA MADRE CORVAL.
Dear Sister Lucy;
I do not know if I should address you as SISTER, MOTHER, NUN, REVEREND ... or FRIEND, but in any case, I do it with the utmost respect and consideration
I have seen her (like most of the Spaniards) "sometimes on television and by the same means ... I keep hearing her and her words bring me distant memories that make me doubt if you will not be the" REINCARNATION "of another Nun, Member of the Company of Maria and that I and other children and youngsters we met at the age of 13-18 years in our small but BELLO Cangas de Morrazo village in Pontevedra (logically ... SPAIN ... !!! ) The energy of his voice, the clarity of his concepts, the human and evangelical truth of his words and the just social condemnation of his criteria on those who enslave, strangle the SOCIAL DREAMS of those who, with effort, came to Retirement, but Also to those who are in the age of giving their labored effort in the work or academic teachings and leave our Country but above all, filling the younger ones with a dark future, but even being aware that their privatizing laws can be considered "criminal" Say, for example, GLOBAL HEALTHCUT CLIPS, say, for example, SUICIDES in the face of the desperation to see a relative on the fucking street, with no future.
Next to this good Monk, Mother Corval, we learned to DREAM in a new Society, reading "The Parable of Water" etc etc .. This good Monk resided in the bourgeois college of the People belonging to the Company of Mary and exercised Teacher, but in her free time, extra-school, began to surround themselves with young people who came to her to study and to obtain the Certificate of Primary Studies and little by little, we were forming a group of young people framed in the JOC in the JE C Ect, hungry to hear your social words. That beautiful Monk suffered the punishment of her own Order, which threatened to transfer her to a center forgotten by God, because it was not well seen that a Monk, giving private lessons and free to the children of the sailors, The masons, carpenters etc of the People. But perhaps God wanted the Corval Mother's OVARIOS to be equivalent to the whole Company of Mary ... do you know why ... Sister Lucia ...? In front of the huge and majestic school of the Company of Maria de Cangas de Morrazo-Pontevedra (and of course ... SPAIN ... !!!) there was a small stone house known as "THE HOUSE OF LOS POOR "where they resided fixed or temporary, the poorest of the poor and clear with them also slept the most drunk people drunk people, For without caring at all or her own family (as well bourgeois as she was) Mother Corval, before being transferred by her Order and abandon those youngsters who had breastfed in the definition of what should be an EQUAL, SOCIALIST SOCIETY AND AT THE END COMMUNIST, left the Order, abandoned the luxury of that great College and took refuge to live and sleep in that nauseating "· HOUSE OF THE POOR. As she was a teacher, she did not take long to practice as such in different Public School Groups, until years later, she passed away but it was always in our minds the memory of a GOOD NUN ..... THE MOTHER CORVAL
You, Sister Lucia, when you want to translate a definition of yours, use the phrase "I do not say it ... it's what Pope Francis said ..." "Mother Corval ... she did not say it, Surely it was the voice itself OF DIVINE JUSTICE.
For all this and many other things, I am convinced that there may be REENCARNATION because .... what you say, I already heard it many years ago to a GOOD AND BEAUTIFUL MONK ..... called THE MOTHER CORVAL .
DEDICADO A SOR LUCÍA CARAM ......................
Estimada Sor Lucía;
No sé si debo dirigirme a Ud. como HERMANA, MADRE, MONJA, REVERENDA ... o AMIGA, pero en cualquier caso, lo hago con el mayor respeto y consideración
La he visto ( como la mayoría de los españoles) " algunas veces por televisión y por ese mismo medio ... la sigo escuchando y sus palabras me traen lejanos recuerdos que me hacen dudar si no será Ud " LA REENCARNACIÓN" de otra Monja, miembro de la Compañía de María y que yo y otros críos y crías conocimos a la edad de 13-18 años en nuestro pequeño pero BELLO Pueblo de Cangas de Morrazo en Pontevedra (¡¡¡ lógicamente... ESPAÑA...!!!). La energía de su voz. la claridad de sus conceptos, la verdad humana y Evangélica de sus palabras y la justa condena social de sus criterios sobre los que esclavizan, estrangulan los SUEÑOS SOCIALES de los que con esfuerzo llegaron a la Jubilación, pero también a los que están en la edad de entregar su esfuerzo labrado en las enseñanzas laborables o académicas y abandonan nuestro País pero sobretodo, llenando de oscuro futuro a los más jóvenes, pero incluso siendo conscientes que sus leyes privatizadoras puedan ser consideradas leyes "criminales" dígase por ejemplo RECORTES GLOBALES DE LA SANIDAD, dígase por ejemplo SUICIDIOS ante la desesperación de verse una familiar en la puta calle, sin futuro.
Al lado de esta buena Monja, la Madre Corval, aprendimos a SOÑAR en una nueva Sociedad, leyendo " La Parábola del Agua" etc etc.. Esta buena Monja, residía en el burgués colegio del Pueblo perteneciente a la Compañía de María y ejercía de Profesora, pero en sus ratos libres, extra-escolares, comenzó a rodearse de jóvenes que acudían a ella para estudiar y poder obtener el Certificado de Estudios Primarios y poco a poco, fuimos formando un grupo de jóvenes encuadrados en la J.O.C en la J.E C ect, hambrientos de escuchar sus palabras sociales. Aquella bella Monja sufrió el castigo de su propia Orden, la cual la amenazó con trasladarla a un centro olvidado de la mano de Dios, porque no era bien visto el que una Monja, diera clases privadas y gratis a los hijos de los marineros, de los albañiles, de los carpinteros etc del Pueblo. Pero tal vez quiso Dios que los OVARIOS de la Madre Corval equivaliesen a toda la Compañía de María... ¿ sabe porque... Sor Lucia ...? En frente al enorme y majestuoso colegio de la Compañía de Maria de Cangas de Morrazo-Pontevedra ( ¡¡¡¡ y claro está... ESPAÑA...!!!) había una pequeña casita de piedra conocida como " LA CASA DE LOS POBRES" donde residían fijos o temporalmente, los más pobres de los pobres y claro con ellos también dormían los más borrachos de los borrachos del Pueblo; pues sin importarle absolutamente ni su propia familia ( que bien burguesa que era) la Madre Corval, antes de ser trasladada por su Orden y abandonar a aquellos jóvenes que había amamantado en la definición de lo que debería ser una SOCIEDAD EQUITATIVA, SOCIALISTA Y AL FINAL COMUNISTA, abandonó la Orden, abandonó el lujo de aquel gran Colegio y se refugió a vivir y dormir en aquella nauseabunda "· CASA DE LOS POBRES". Como era Profesora no tardó en ejercer como tal en diferentes Grupos Escolares Públicos, hasta que años más tarde, falleció pero siempre estuvo en nuestras mentes el recuerdo de una BUENA MONJA..... LA MADRE CORVAL
Ud, Sor Lucía, cuando quiere plasmar una definición suya, recurre a la frase de " no lo digo yo... es que lo dijo el Papa Francisco...""La Madre Corval... tampoco lo decía ella sino que estoy seguro que era la propia voz DE LA JUSTICIA DIVINA.
Por todo ello y por muchas cosas más, me estoy convenciendo que puede ser que exista la REENCARNACIÓN porque.... lo que Ud, dice ya lo escuché hace muchos años a una BUENA Y BELLA MONJA..... llamada LA MADRE CORVAL.
lunes, 14 de noviembre de 2016
"" Is it good to be ... UNIQUE SON ....?
" "" Is it good to be ... UNIQUE SON ....? Eur-lex.europa.eu eur-lex.europa.eu
Undoubtedly, respecting their decision, I want to leave out of this reflection the parents who have only had ONE SON for medical reasons or even justified economic reasons. Therefore, I am referring to those who for convenience or another reason, have decided to have ONE SON.
HAVING A SINGLE SON IS MORE TRAGIC THAN NONE. To have a single child, is to condemn him from birth to be different from others, but different in the NEGATIVE sense.
SINGLE CHILDREN, especially boys, are not socially equal to others, because it deprives us in our childhood of the affection that most helps us to develop later integration: play, their contact with others, the principle of self-defense , To share in a Children's Society the contact, to be tolerant or demanding and, above all, to understand that WE ARE NOT THE ONLY ONE, but that we live surrounded by others who also have like us their rights and their obligations.
Being a SINGLE SON makes us more insecure about ourselves because we have, more than the others, the constant protection of dad and mom and that makes us mature in cowardice. I am even convinced that apart from those who are born "on penalties", children should have little difference in age between them, but even, having an older brother, prevents us from suffering the aforementioned solitudes.
And is that children should never be "the doll of our parents" with the difference that a doll is bought in the trade and we do "without our permission." Parents should consider us, human beings with their own life and desires. This does not mean that we have the right to freedom from our decisions and actions, on the contrary, as human beings, we must educate ourselves in our rights and also in our obligations to the family.
But being the SINGLE CHILDREN (especially on the part of the mothers), breaks the principle of this equality of rights and obligations, passing rights to 85% and obligations to 15% or so. But having brothers, that balance is maintained more because there are already two at least and if one wants one thing, the other has the same right of it.
I believe that the main reason for not evaluating the negative thing that has SINGLE SON, is precisely not taking into account the rights of a child and forget that once born, must prepare in its infancy to integrate into this Society that is waiting for it and Who will treat him in a very different way than his parents have educated, taught and tolerated him as a UNIQUE SON and that new world to which he will be integrated, will provoke unbalance, selfishness, fears and social cowardice.
And let's not say the harm and intimate personal problems that being a SINGLE SON will bring you into your sexual development. Only those of us SINGLE CHILDREN know what this means.
For all this, assuming that the SINGLE CHILDREN, by our cowardice, that we are the first
In refusing to accept to speak about it, deserves a reflection on the part of the parents that being in the age of procreation, by personal egoism, they believe that to have a SINGLE SON is more positive for its social and educative development ... PLEASE NOTE! PLEASE
Undoubtedly, respecting their decision, I want to leave out of this reflection the parents who have only had ONE SON for medical reasons or even justified economic reasons. Therefore, I am referring to those who for convenience or another reason, have decided to have ONE SON.
HAVING A SINGLE SON IS MORE TRAGIC THAN NONE. To have a single child, is to condemn him from birth to be different from others, but different in the NEGATIVE sense.
SINGLE CHILDREN, especially boys, are not socially equal to others, because it deprives us in our childhood of the affection that most helps us to develop later integration: play, their contact with others, the principle of self-defense , To share in a Children's Society the contact, to be tolerant or demanding and, above all, to understand that WE ARE NOT THE ONLY ONE, but that we live surrounded by others who also have like us their rights and their obligations.
Being a SINGLE SON makes us more insecure about ourselves because we have, more than the others, the constant protection of dad and mom and that makes us mature in cowardice. I am even convinced that apart from those who are born "on penalties", children should have little difference in age between them, but even, having an older brother, prevents us from suffering the aforementioned solitudes.
And is that children should never be "the doll of our parents" with the difference that a doll is bought in the trade and we do "without our permission." Parents should consider us, human beings with their own life and desires. This does not mean that we have the right to freedom from our decisions and actions, on the contrary, as human beings, we must educate ourselves in our rights and also in our obligations to the family.
But being the SINGLE CHILDREN (especially on the part of the mothers), breaks the principle of this equality of rights and obligations, passing rights to 85% and obligations to 15% or so. But having brothers, that balance is maintained more because there are already two at least and if one wants one thing, the other has the same right of it.
I believe that the main reason for not evaluating the negative thing that has SINGLE SON, is precisely not taking into account the rights of a child and forget that once born, must prepare in its infancy to integrate into this Society that is waiting for it and Who will treat him in a very different way than his parents have educated, taught and tolerated him as a UNIQUE SON and that new world to which he will be integrated, will provoke unbalance, selfishness, fears and social cowardice.
And let's not say the harm and intimate personal problems that being a SINGLE SON will bring you into your sexual development. Only those of us SINGLE CHILDREN know what this means.
For all this, assuming that the SINGLE CHILDREN, by our cowardice, that we are the first
In refusing to accept to speak about it, deserves a reflection on the part of the parents that being in the age of procreation, by personal egoism, they believe that to have a SINGLE SON is more positive for its social and educative development ... PLEASE NOTE! PLEASE
MARIAN RAJOY .. TODAY YOU PASSED THE STRIP OF HUMAN DIGNITY !!
MARIAN RAJOY .. TODAY YOU PASSED THE STRIP OF HUMAN DIGNITY !!
On 09-09-12, I wrote that Reflection with the right to Freedom of Expression that gave me the HAVE GIVEN MY VOTE IN THE LAST GENERAL ELECTIONS and as PAISANO TUYO, that is, GALLEGO. I could never imagine that I could have such serious reasons to go back to you and this time I do it because I HAVE CONFIDENCE IN YOU and I GAVE YOU MY VOTE and I also do it as GALLEGO, NO, as your civilian, because today I feel SHAME that you You are and also as SPANISH.
Two elderly people have committed suicide today (how many ... after receiving their letter from DESAHUCIO ... Nothing happens ... There are still 6,000,000 unemployed .... TRUE ...?
I am not a militant of P.P. And before and after your electoral victory, I defended you where it was necessary
1º.- For your courage when you present a candidate for the Presidency of the Government of Spain, that is, to lead our Country, knowing for your part, the serious situation that you were going to find.
2º.- I defended you later, when you started with YOUR SCRAPS, believing (I) that they had been necessary and motivated by the hidden reality SERIOUS how you found the Country.
Little by little you continued to squeeze the people with your indifference, feeding and filling the economic waste of bankers and banks, but doing nothing for those who suffered their cuts, they found themselves without work and therefore, unable to pay their MORTGAGES .... Of course ... your personal financial situation was very far from the misery to which you forced your People ... !!! And at least the respect you owe to those who have voted for you, whose vows you give your children to eat ...
"NEVER FORGET IT ... stranger (at least from my land GALLEGA)
The strikes and demonstrations that existed since your mandate, in all social sectors, under the mandate of no President existed NEITHER we had to imagine them ... .. (and they are not "vulgar agitators" ... stranger !!!) , But for this humble citizen, today ... HAS crossed the line that separates the human being from HAVING DIGNITY ... NOT TO HAVE IT AND AS A GALICIAN, YOU DESERVE ME THE GREATEST DISPRECESSION.
The PSOE, during its last eight years of government, worse could not do it and maybe it was for what one of our sayings says ... "THERE IS NO WORSE THAN ... THAT THAT IS BORN IN POOR COT ...", but even, on the DIGNITY and other things of ZAPATERO, do not hang the spot of RESPONSIBILITY of SUICIDIOS motivated by DESAHUCIOS .... But from you "CAN YOU THINK EQUAL ...? HAVE YOU DONE ENOUGH, HOW DID YOU KEEP SAVING THE ECONOMY OF THE BANKS, TO AVOID THOSE SUICIDES?
It will be your conscience who will answer you every night the rest of your life ... !!!
They will be your children when they are older and know the reality of what you have done to AVOID DICHOS SUICIDIOS those who will ask you ... !!! Will YOUR HOLY AND RESPECTED MOTHER, TODAY, HAVE ANY REPENTANCE FOR HAVING KILLED you ... when you know that two elders have SUICIDED? AND IF SHE, AS A MOTHER OF THE PRESIDENT OF THE GOVERNMENT (because I believe you have it and if you do not have it, YOU SHOULD DOWN IN PEACE, but transfer the same for your FATHER AND WITH THE GREATEST RESPECT TO HIM, ... MINE SON HAVE YOU DONE THE SUFFICIENT ...? What would you say…!!!?
There you are with your conscience Mariano Rajoy, because personally, you do not deserve to be recognized as PRESIDENT OF THE GOVERNMENT OF SPAIN, even if you are and I, today, I feel SHAME OF MYSELF, FOR HAVING VOTED.
But this shame is avoided over time, NOT RETURNING TO VOTE TO P.P. The rest of my life, although with it, NEVER forgive me enough for having done so, you have left a worse footprint and "that" will NEVER be erased in the history of our beloved GALLEGO.
¡¡¡I feel real SHAME that you consider yourself GALLEGO and if I, I MUST consider myself GALLEGO because I was born in the same land that you were born, from today, I AM GROWING TO BE A GALICIAN ... !!!!
OR I AM GALLEGO ... OR YOU ARE YOU ... .equals of GALLEGOS..NO !!!
¡¡¡ MARIANO RAJOY.. HOY PASASTE LA RAYA DE LA DIGNIDAD HUMANA!!
On 09-09-12, I wrote that Reflection with the right to Freedom of Expression that gave me the HAVE GIVEN MY VOTE IN THE LAST GENERAL ELECTIONS and as PAISANO TUYO, that is, GALLEGO. I could never imagine that I could have such serious reasons to go back to you and this time I do it because I HAVE CONFIDENCE IN YOU and I GAVE YOU MY VOTE and I also do it as GALLEGO, NO, as your civilian, because today I feel SHAME that you You are and also as SPANISH.
Two elderly people have committed suicide today (how many ... after receiving their letter from DESAHUCIO ... Nothing happens ... There are still 6,000,000 unemployed .... TRUE ...?
I am not a militant of P.P. And before and after your electoral victory, I defended you where it was necessary
1º.- For your courage when you present a candidate for the Presidency of the Government of Spain, that is, to lead our Country, knowing for your part, the serious situation that you were going to find.
2º.- I defended you later, when you started with YOUR SCRAPS, believing (I) that they had been necessary and motivated by the hidden reality SERIOUS how you found the Country.
Little by little you continued to squeeze the people with your indifference, feeding and filling the economic waste of bankers and banks, but doing nothing for those who suffered their cuts, they found themselves without work and therefore, unable to pay their MORTGAGES .... Of course ... your personal financial situation was very far from the misery to which you forced your People ... !!! And at least the respect you owe to those who have voted for you, whose vows you give your children to eat ...
"NEVER FORGET IT ... stranger (at least from my land GALLEGA)
The strikes and demonstrations that existed since your mandate, in all social sectors, under the mandate of no President existed NEITHER we had to imagine them ... .. (and they are not "vulgar agitators" ... stranger !!!) , But for this humble citizen, today ... HAS crossed the line that separates the human being from HAVING DIGNITY ... NOT TO HAVE IT AND AS A GALICIAN, YOU DESERVE ME THE GREATEST DISPRECESSION.
The PSOE, during its last eight years of government, worse could not do it and maybe it was for what one of our sayings says ... "THERE IS NO WORSE THAN ... THAT THAT IS BORN IN POOR COT ...", but even, on the DIGNITY and other things of ZAPATERO, do not hang the spot of RESPONSIBILITY of SUICIDIOS motivated by DESAHUCIOS .... But from you "CAN YOU THINK EQUAL ...? HAVE YOU DONE ENOUGH, HOW DID YOU KEEP SAVING THE ECONOMY OF THE BANKS, TO AVOID THOSE SUICIDES?
It will be your conscience who will answer you every night the rest of your life ... !!!
They will be your children when they are older and know the reality of what you have done to AVOID DICHOS SUICIDIOS those who will ask you ... !!! Will YOUR HOLY AND RESPECTED MOTHER, TODAY, HAVE ANY REPENTANCE FOR HAVING KILLED you ... when you know that two elders have SUICIDED? AND IF SHE, AS A MOTHER OF THE PRESIDENT OF THE GOVERNMENT (because I believe you have it and if you do not have it, YOU SHOULD DOWN IN PEACE, but transfer the same for your FATHER AND WITH THE GREATEST RESPECT TO HIM, ... MINE SON HAVE YOU DONE THE SUFFICIENT ...? What would you say…!!!?
There you are with your conscience Mariano Rajoy, because personally, you do not deserve to be recognized as PRESIDENT OF THE GOVERNMENT OF SPAIN, even if you are and I, today, I feel SHAME OF MYSELF, FOR HAVING VOTED.
But this shame is avoided over time, NOT RETURNING TO VOTE TO P.P. The rest of my life, although with it, NEVER forgive me enough for having done so, you have left a worse footprint and "that" will NEVER be erased in the history of our beloved GALLEGO.
¡¡¡I feel real SHAME that you consider yourself GALLEGO and if I, I MUST consider myself GALLEGO because I was born in the same land that you were born, from today, I AM GROWING TO BE A GALICIAN ... !!!!
OR I AM GALLEGO ... OR YOU ARE YOU ... .equals of GALLEGOS..NO !!!
¡¡¡ MARIANO RAJOY.. HOY PASASTE LA RAYA DE LA DIGNIDAD HUMANA!!
El día 09-09-12, te escribí esa Reflexión con el derecho a la Libertad de Expresión que me daba el HABERTE DADO MI VOTO EN LAS ÚLTIMAS ELECCIONES GENERALES y como PAISANO TUYO, o sea, GALLEGO. NUNCA pude imaginar que podría llegar ha tener tan graves motivos para volver a dirigirme a ti y esta vez lo hago porque CONFIÉ EN TI y te DÍ MI VOTO y también lo hago como GALLEGO, NO, como paisano tuyo, porque hoy siento VERGÜENZA que tu lo seas y también como ESPAÑOL.
Dos ancianos se han suicidado hoy ( ¿ cuántos van..? tras recibir su carta de DESAHUCIO …¡¡¡ No pasa nada …. Aún quedan 6.000.000 de parados….¿ VERDAD…?
No soy militante del P.P. y antes y después de tu victoria electoral, te defendí en donde hizo falta
1º.- Por tu valor al presentarte a Candidato a la Presidencia del Gobierno de España, o sea, a dirigir nuestro País, a sabiendas por tu parte, de la grave situación que te ibas a encontrar.
2º.- Te defendí después, cuando comenzaste con TUS RECORTES, creyendo ( yo) que habían sido necesarios y motivados por la oculta realidad GRAVE de cómo te encontraste el País.
Poco a poco continuaste exprimiendo al Pueblo con tu indiferencia, alimentando y rellenando los derroches económicos de los Banqueros y los Bancos, pero no haciendo NADA por los que sufriendo tus recortes, se encontraron sin trabajo y por ello, sin poder pagar sus HIPOTECAS….¡¡¡ Claro… tu situación económica personal, estaba muy lejos de la miseria a la que tu forzaste a tu Pueblo…!!! Y como mínimo al respeto que le debes a los que te hemos votado, de cuyos votos, le das de comer a tus hijos…
“NUNCA TE LO OLVIDES… forastero ( al menos de mi tierra GALLEGA)
Las huelgas y las manifestaciones que existen desde tu mandato, en todos los sectores sociales, bajo el mandato de ningún Presidente existieron ni JAMÁS poníamos imaginarlas…..( ¡¡¡¡ y no son de “vulgares agitadores”… forastero!!!), pero para este humilde ciudadano, hoy … HAS cruzado la raya que separa al ser humano de TENER DIGNIDAD … a NO TENERLA y como GALLEGO, me mereces el MAYOR DESPRECIO.
El P.S.O.E., durante sus últimos 8 años de Gobierno, peor no lo pudo hacer y tal vez fuera por aquello que dice uno de nuestros refranes… “NO HAY PEOR RICO… QUE EL QUE NACE DE CUNA POBRE…”, pero incluso, sobre la DIGNIDAD y otras cosas de ZAPATERO, no cuelga la mancha de RESPONSABILIDAD de SUICIDIOS motivados por DESAHUCIOS…. Pero de ti “¿SE PODRÁ PENSAR IGUAL…?” ¿HAS HECHO LO SUFICIENTE, COMO HAS HECHO PARA SALVAR LA ECONOMÍA DE LOS BANCOS, PARA EVITAR ESOS SUICIDIOS?
¡¡¡ Será tu conciencia quien te responderá cada noche el resto de tu vida…, ¡!!!
¡¡¡ Serán tus hijos cuando sean mayores y conozca la realidad de lo que has hecho por EVITAR DICHOS SUICIDIOS los que te preguntarán-…!!! ¿Tendrá acaso TU SANTA Y RESPETADA MADRE, HOY, algún arrepentimiento POR HABERTE PARIDO… cuando sepa que dos ancianos se han SUICIDADO? ¿Y SI ELLA, COMO MADRE DEL PRESIDENTE DEL GOBIERNO ( porque creo que la tienes y si no la tienes, QUE DESCANSE EN PAZ, pero traslado lo mismo para tu PADRE Y CON EL MAYOR RESPETO HACÍA ÉL, No hacía ti) SI TE PREGUNTARA… HIJO MIO ¿HAS HECHO LO SUFICIENTE…? ¡¡¡ ¿Qué LE DIRÍAS…!!!?
¡¡¡ Allá tu con tu conciencia Mariano Rajoy, porque personalmente, no mereces que se te reconozca como PRESIDENTE DEL GOBIERNO DE ESPAÑA, aunque lo seas y yo, hoy, siento VERGÜENZA DE MI MISMO, POR HABERTE VOTADO.
Pero esta vergüenza se evita con el tiempo, NO VOLVIENDO A VOTAR AL P.P. el resto de mi vida, aunque con ello, NUNCA me perdone lo suficiente el haberlo hecho, pro has dejado un huella peor y “esa” no se borrará NUNCA en la historia de nuestro amado Pueblo GALLEGO.
¡¡¡¡¡ Siento verdadera VERGÜENZA que se te considere GALLEGO y si yo, DEBO considerarme GALLEGO por haber nacido en la misma tierra que naciste tu, desde hoy, ¡¡¡¡ ME AVERGÜENZO DE SER GALLEGO…!!!!
¡¡¡¡ O YO SOY GALLEGO … O LO ERES TÚ ….iguales de GALLEGOS..NO!!!
" "" SOCIETY DRESSED ... "... NUDIST SOCIETY ..." ""
" "" SOCIETY DRESSED ... "... NUDIST SOCIETY ..." ""
To talk / write about what one does not know, must be the greatest "daring" of the ignorant but I can not prevent "that audacity", at times dominates me and perhaps the fact of doing it without pretending to disturb anyone, I let my conscience out Of the "crime" and the same way that you, you read me and I do not know your face, I who write it, you do not know mine ... and the most that I can take from you is to consider me "a daring ignorant" .. .. but well, as before I have considered myself ... it does not affect me much and as for you, I hope you overcome it and continue giving me your confidence reading me, because only then, I will continue feeling my freedom to write and not "Write carefully your considerations" (totally justified by me). I say this, because of the delicacy of today's topic and above all because I have never known "that world or that way of living". I mean NUDISM or what can be, if there was a NUDIST SOCIETY. From the outside, I believe that in this type of Society there would not be situations, sometimes dramatic than if they occur in SOCIETIES DRESS or NORMAL. It gives me the impression that since our birth, our parents and by imperative of our SOCIETY mark us and prohibit what we must hide (in relation to our body) or we must discover, in the eyes of others and that concealment of the normal or Natural, will provoke feelings, desires, negative frustrations in our social development for the human being. The normal desire in puberty to see erotic photos until you get to see for the first time a naked body of woman-man, previous a long time of imagining it to the cusp of seeing in photos (it is easier than real) a sexual relation man-woman ... woman-woman ... man-man, for long moments and times of imagination. In a NUDE SOCIETY, I do not think it exists, what can even get to be, sickly, such a desire to see it because since you were little, you already have it ahead (I mean the nudism of each body). I've never been to one of those beaches, but I guess it's the only place where there is no machismo. How many serious social damages cause the acts of pederasts, rapists, murderers ... for being pleased to see such photos? I imagine that those who are since childhood in those beaches of NUDISTAS, do not have the desire, even led to the obsession to see those photos as we can have those of the SOCIETY DRESSED at different ages by teenage bodies, elderly or elderly and that I do not believe that it influences any diminution of the natural sexual instinct of each person. For example, normal teenage masturbations that use the imagination of what they did not see must be greater in the SOCKED SOCIETY than in NUDIST SOCIETY and if this were so (I do not know) the search or interest of having girlfriend-boyfriend as Element that dares of him, can clarify images that he had not seen, will be greater in number in the COMPANIES DRESSED. This makes me think that possibly the number of pregnancies-abortions in youth, should be given more in the SOCIETY DRESSED.
One of the issues that a man, throughout his life (not at all, is true) if he can hurt, provoking even serious personal problems of acceptance is whether his penis is small, normal or large. In a NUDE SOCIETY, I do not think this happens because everything is exposed to the public and everyone is what he is ... and period ... and so it should be.
Personally, I think that the greatest social benefit that a NUDE SOCIETY may have in relation to a DRESSED SOCIETY is that in the first, WOMEN acquires a greater respect as a human being, a greater equation of man, a greater appreciation as a person in function of Her social behavior and not how good she is, a greater appreciation of her skills and intelligence, because her body is already known as it is and possibly disappear 90% of women as an element of male desire. I even believe that the number of "gender violence" in a NUDIST SOCIETY is inferior to the SOCIETY DRESSED and I no longer want to enter out of respect for other cultures, especially ISLAMICS.
Nor do I claim that the SOCIETY DRESS now passes to a NUDIST SOCIETY, but is there any reason for this reflection ...? Thank you for allowing me this OSADIA ...
To talk / write about what one does not know, must be the greatest "daring" of the ignorant but I can not prevent "that audacity", at times dominates me and perhaps the fact of doing it without pretending to disturb anyone, I let my conscience out Of the "crime" and the same way that you, you read me and I do not know your face, I who write it, you do not know mine ... and the most that I can take from you is to consider me "a daring ignorant" .. .. but well, as before I have considered myself ... it does not affect me much and as for you, I hope you overcome it and continue giving me your confidence reading me, because only then, I will continue feeling my freedom to write and not "Write carefully your considerations" (totally justified by me). I say this, because of the delicacy of today's topic and above all because I have never known "that world or that way of living". I mean NUDISM or what can be, if there was a NUDIST SOCIETY. From the outside, I believe that in this type of Society there would not be situations, sometimes dramatic than if they occur in SOCIETIES DRESS or NORMAL. It gives me the impression that since our birth, our parents and by imperative of our SOCIETY mark us and prohibit what we must hide (in relation to our body) or we must discover, in the eyes of others and that concealment of the normal or Natural, will provoke feelings, desires, negative frustrations in our social development for the human being. The normal desire in puberty to see erotic photos until you get to see for the first time a naked body of woman-man, previous a long time of imagining it to the cusp of seeing in photos (it is easier than real) a sexual relation man-woman ... woman-woman ... man-man, for long moments and times of imagination. In a NUDE SOCIETY, I do not think it exists, what can even get to be, sickly, such a desire to see it because since you were little, you already have it ahead (I mean the nudism of each body). I've never been to one of those beaches, but I guess it's the only place where there is no machismo. How many serious social damages cause the acts of pederasts, rapists, murderers ... for being pleased to see such photos? I imagine that those who are since childhood in those beaches of NUDISTAS, do not have the desire, even led to the obsession to see those photos as we can have those of the SOCIETY DRESSED at different ages by teenage bodies, elderly or elderly and that I do not believe that it influences any diminution of the natural sexual instinct of each person. For example, normal teenage masturbations that use the imagination of what they did not see must be greater in the SOCKED SOCIETY than in NUDIST SOCIETY and if this were so (I do not know) the search or interest of having girlfriend-boyfriend as Element that dares of him, can clarify images that he had not seen, will be greater in number in the COMPANIES DRESSED. This makes me think that possibly the number of pregnancies-abortions in youth, should be given more in the SOCIETY DRESSED.
One of the issues that a man, throughout his life (not at all, is true) if he can hurt, provoking even serious personal problems of acceptance is whether his penis is small, normal or large. In a NUDE SOCIETY, I do not think this happens because everything is exposed to the public and everyone is what he is ... and period ... and so it should be.
Personally, I think that the greatest social benefit that a NUDE SOCIETY may have in relation to a DRESSED SOCIETY is that in the first, WOMEN acquires a greater respect as a human being, a greater equation of man, a greater appreciation as a person in function of Her social behavior and not how good she is, a greater appreciation of her skills and intelligence, because her body is already known as it is and possibly disappear 90% of women as an element of male desire. I even believe that the number of "gender violence" in a NUDIST SOCIETY is inferior to the SOCIETY DRESSED and I no longer want to enter out of respect for other cultures, especially ISLAMICS.
Nor do I claim that the SOCIETY DRESS now passes to a NUDIST SOCIETY, but is there any reason for this reflection ...? Thank you for allowing me this OSADIA ...
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