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Outside everything is noise and chaos, no ambulance sirens ringing, whistles of cops who try desperately to keep order in the midst of garbage, both accident, even so many deaths.

Now you must be on a journey, a lunar trip? a trip through time? a musical journey? a journey of wounds and nightmares? a trip to close their eyes and might not see the tears falling in torrents down our cheeks as we remain mired in a pit of

soul?

A trip to memory? a journey to escape from yourself? a journey to experience a nightmarish delirium tremens without end? a journey to get closer to me? a journey to get to the field and begin to cultivate a garden with daisies? a trip to give wings to

repressive mind? a trip to the forced laugh? an acid that breaks out everything? a trip to experience more skin? a trip to apologize to the music? a journey to not feel my feet as they take big leaps? a journey to cross roads and mountains? a trip to

look at the sky? a trip to kiss in the dark eyes of the world? a trip to feel light? a trip to see how everything is diluted while trying to shape? a trip to embody no injuries? a trip to remove the crust of the scars?

a trip to tell me what I want to hear? a trip to tell me what infuriate me? a trip for not thinking about hate? a trip to dream the life that does not have? a trip to excuse the tedious existence every day? a trip to run away without Mom noticing? a trip for anybody see you? a trip to swim in the sea? a trip to hear my laughter? a trip to drink you my tears in glass jars? A trip to taste the sea? a trip to argue the ideas? a trip not to think? to calculate a trip? a trip to inhale the smoke of others breathe? travel to smile without a face? a trip to cry for no reason? a trip to justify everything? a trip to feel that if there are things worth? a journey to steal feelings momentary? a trip to take

lethargy lifeless? a journey to challenge death? a trip to feel death? a trip to overthrow the world? a trip to feel superior? a journey to avail ourselves of the ability of an all-powerful? a journey without end points? lustres travel between thinkers? a trip to feel one of them? a trip to feel crap? a journey to love? a trip to flourish? a journey to confuse? a trip for you breathe? ...

That number of questions which I addressed, which go around the head from which the voice we found ... how much thought since my tears escaped me for a day while searching for excuses that are spelling the name of your trip.

a memory I believe a ghost, I feel, I believe you feel, you feel? you are? that way you make me important and valuable? when you create so much power to be, get and stay in my life? in that time everything flooded delicate strokes between the words? that sentence decided to move in the path of the dream in full

actually touching the soul ?

My trip will be another dream disguise as and excuse to get yourself in the middle of your trance.

What Does Resort Wear Mean

Suicide, life, rebirth supreme

Who has not gone through extreme situations?. Even in the often idealized childhood, there have been moments of terror and distress that may already have forgotten. And in the middle state of existence that is not drowning in conflicts or extreme distress, there are thresholds at which one gets stuck until something, a sign, a paradox, a jolt that takes you out of critical condition. So that desiring machine that is the human body is built on a battlefield or in a kind of hazy stratosphere. Or in a rare oasis where anything can be called happiness. Certain harmony reigns in the oasis (inevitably recall the Canaanites Eleafar , of \u200b\u200bcourse.)

If I have to refer to suicide, I think Silvia Plath, who killed himself after an agony which living death. Depressed and lonely. Or think of Gilles Deleuze that launched through the window of his apartment in Paris, final act of a life full of expansions in what he called rhizomes. Or else there is in the emotional memory, Paul Lafargue, notable unionist and Laura Marx woman dedicated to the pleasures of reading elective, who committed suicide together in a last act of sharing. The letter rejects the decrepitude PL leaves and explains that because of this, he and Laura were in a voluntary self-elimination. There

committed suicide to avoid death at the hands of murderous rakes, as was that of Walter Benjamin. Others providing their suicides afraid to confront a huge judgments for debt and prison. That is, the final redoubt suicide to end a desperation Copador. Or the suicide as an epilogue to a depression rooted internalized to the core. Routes that go nowhere.

could talk endlessly about suicide and if you've ever thought about the possibility of undertaking, here among netizens, for my part, I think that while the body you live and your main operating perceptive powers, the chances of supreme joys do not stop. Jorge Luis Borges, blind and old set up where he could. O but think
lives marked by unusual misfortunes. The random and unpredictable cruelty. Accidents. Violent deaths. And the people Nearby you have to confront the loneliness of solitude different everyday, do not be tempted to disappear? no other subjectivities enhancer, life can be an unbearable hell.

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on other side, suicide by a mode of collective psychosis, as happened among adolescents in Japan. Suddenly

hipoerindustrializadas in societies, which recently were children pavimentodesde crash on the eighth floor, in minutes, and are thrown onto the tracks to be Arrol by a train, something that seemed to come as a hurricane. The mode of mass death.
No black sheep there, kill everyone, everyone agreement, all think alike. In all they found nothing more attractive than death, because, because maybe there was nothing in their lives that really excited, but the possibility of the end but all in a fit, on an impulse thanatic sealed by a sinister frivolity.
And in the end he repents, and has no outlet. Anyway, their brains explode. Leatid vowed suicide club.

Can you imagine listening to all sides that it is fashionable to kill?

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remember an episode of the remarkable television series Inspector Morse, where u boy tells the sorrowful friend of a suicide, that everyone can do what he wants with his body. Sure, that's not always true. In that episode illustrated: a 15 year old girl commits suicide because being drugged feeling that he knew all the sublime and after that, nothing was worth it. It was time to die.
The simplicity of reasoning induced by the euphoria of a drug. The sublime sensations misleading. Hypnotic pleasure that lets you leave no room for anything else.

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able to live much longer, with the appearance of being changed, many with the beauty of youth lost (unless the cosmetic via plastic surgery provide a false impression of freshness) becomes interesting, revealing, open, only if you learned after unlearn what they taught us in dogma.
What do you think?


From my experience, knowing that the network while globalization may make individuals addicted to cyber banalities, I find in blogging and reading blogs, a rich universe where life dwell and nurtured. Openness to all creation prospects in various fields. Starting
action include: the simple motion to place a song that could not find in record stores. A song can give what you needed. Feedback. The cybermundo free zone.

Here is a cover of Resistiré , a subject of rockers dynamic duo. The Peruvian band Mar de Copas sings it. With it, the endless thank you for giving life to asterix port with your reading and comments. Carpe Diem!.








Note .- Among other references, read a valuable essay on suicide, before writing this post. If you are interested in this neat approach, here it .