To catch them is my real test, to train them
is my cause!!!
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martes, 25 de diciembre de 2018
miércoles, 19 de diciembre de 2018
Elfenthal - The fairy's stolen smile
She was a tender fairy with a tender lovely smile
And all
around the forest she was known 'cause of her smile
She gave it
as a present to whoever she would meet
And the fairies and the creatures and the forest smiled with her
And the fairies and the creatures and the forest smiled with her
One night
she was rowing in the middle of the lake
But then
she was surprised by a very dark hard rain
The rain
fell on her face like a dreadful evil spell
Pulling off
her dreams and the lovely smile from her
She lost
her smile in the middle of the lake
In a very
dark hard rain that had a dreadful evil spell
She lost
her smile in the middle of the rain
And the
fairies and the creatures and the forest cried with her
She roamed
the secret paths so cold through the night
And her
eyes became as cold as her dreadful evil mind
The fairies
and the creatures closed their eyes when she passed by
From the
lovely tender smile just a memory remained
She tried
to find her dreams searching in the stars
But only
hate and pain fear and weary is what she found
Her eyes
were dry of tears her soul was also dry
And bowing
her head she roamed the secret paths
She lost
her smile in the middle of the lake
In a very
dark hard rain that had a dreadful evil spell
She lost
her smile in the middle of the rain
But in fact
what she had lost was the innocence of hers
Lalalei,...
But she
came back from the dark with a different smile
La la la, la la la
Only those
who come from there know the secret arts
That is
what she said
She lost
her smile in the middle of the lake
In a very
dark hard rain that had a dreadful evil spell
She lost
her smile in the middle of the rain
But in fact
what she had lost was the innocence of hers
Lalalei,...
sábado, 8 de diciembre de 2018
Un sinsentido constante
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Mientras que el paciente con su bata abierta en la espalda quedaba atrás en un segundo plano, la audiencia disfrutaba con la encarnecida lucha de egos que se libraba entre los bastidores.
A nadie le importaba lo que éste tuviera que decir, se había asumido como normal que la buena praxis era hacer estudios y rellenar bases de datos antes que ofrecer una atención de calidad.
Una vez más sentí la mirada del cinismo por encima del hombro, hecho que me trasladó como en anteriores ocasiones a rescatar los recuerdos de aquellas personas que implicándose en la excelencia de su trabajo consiguieron hacer de la enseñanza libertad, del aprendizaje ilusión y de las palabras valores.
Regresando al presente me pareció que lo más sensato era preguntarse si nos estábamos volviendo locos, pero como dice Gabriel García Márquez sin dejar nunca de sonreír porque nunca sabes quién se va a enamorar de tu sonrisa.
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