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Testing II I wasn't disgusted with the world, It is just that, I lost my child and when you have a son of twenty four years old and suddenly somebody call you by the phone telling that you son had an accident and died, you fall in pieces , I mean your body and soul becomes thousand of pieces like a mirror and then you feel stinky, smelly and then you telling yourself "in what I failed?", "why I couldn't do anything for him?", "why I didn't say him that...I?" And it's terrible, it is devastating and the world lose purport and the trees are not trees anymore because he is not here and the sky is not sky, because all of a sudden you realize that that person was inside of all, that he imbued everything. And you remain in a corner and your world is over, but then you are aware of that you need start over and when you raise yourself begins to assemble yourself piece by piece. If you are able to recover yourself then you are stronger than before but if you not, then you lose your life, so you have to rebuild yourself. There is not relief, on the one hand there is not consolation there are a distress permanent, nailed like a sword, but in the other hand you need to get on with your life, so you have to go on and walk between the grief and the sorrow and think "I have to do something with this, I mean, starting now all the human being are my son. _________________________ No fue asco, se me murió un hijo y cuando tienes un hijo y tiene 24 años y de un día para otro te llaman por telefono diciendote que tuvo una accidente y se murió, te destrozas como un espejo es decir eres miles de pedasos, te sientes apestado, te sientes maloliente, te dices "en que fallé", "Por qué no le impedí", "hay algo que no se dijo" y es terrible, es terrible y el mundo pierde significado y los árboles ya no son árboles porque no está él y el cielo no es cielo, porque te das cuenta que esa persona estaba en todo y que lo envevía todo y tu te quedas en un rincon y se te acaba el mundo, entonces te tienes que levantar y cuando te levantas, porque tu te vas rehaciendo pedasito por pedasito. Si eres capáz de rehacerte eres mas fuerte que antes, sino eres capaz de rehacerte pierdes tu vida,, entonces estás obligado a rehacerte. No hay consolación, por un lado no hay nunca consolación y por el otro lado hay una herida que permanece ahí como una espada. Entonces tu tienes que avanzar entre la herida y el desconsuelo y decirte "Tengo que servir para algo, es decir desde ahora en adelante to
Oct 9, 2014 5:22 AM
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Testing II

I wasn't disgusted with the world,it's just that I lost my child.When you have a son of twenty four years old and suddenly somebody calls you on phone telling you that your son had an accident and died,you fall to pieces.I mean your body and soul becomes thousands of pieces like a mirror and then you feel stinky, smelly and then you are asking yourself "in what have I failed?", "why couldn't i do anything for him?", "why didn't i say that to him?" 

It is terrible and devastating that the world loose support and the trees are not trees anymore because he is not here.The sky is not sky anymore because all of a sudden you realize that the person was inside it all, that he imbued everything.
And you remain in a corner and your world is over;but then you realize you need to start over and then you pull yourself up and begin to assemble yourself piece by piece.
If you are able to recover then you are stronger than before,but if not, then you lose your life.So you have to rebuild yourself.
There is no relief, on the one hand there is no consolation.There is a permanent distress nailed like a sword, but on the other hand you need to get on with your life, so you have to go on and walk between grief and sorrow and think "I have to do something about this", I mean,starting now all the human beings are like my son.
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No fue asco, se me murió un hijo y cuando tienes un hijo y tiene 24 años y de un día para otro te llaman por telefono diciendote que tuvo una accidente y se murió, te destrozas como un espejo es decir eres miles de pedasos, te sientes apestado, te sientes maloliente, te dices "en que fallé", "Por qué no le impedí", "hay algo que no se dijo" y es terrible, es terrible y el mundo pierde significado y los árboles ya no son árboles porque no está él y el cielo no es cielo, porque te das cuenta que esa persona estaba en todo y que lo envevía todo y tu te quedas en un rincon y se te acaba el mundo, entonces te tienes que levantar y cuando te levantas, porque tu te vas rehaciendo pedasito por pedasito.
Si eres capáz de rehacerte eres mas fuerte que antes, sino eres capaz de rehacerte pierdes tu vida,, entonces estás obligado a rehacerte. No hay consolación, por un lado no hay nunca consolación y por el otro lado hay una herida que permanece ahí como una espada. Entonces tu tienes que avanzar entre la herida y el desconsuelo y decirte "Tengo que servir para algo, es decir desde ahora en adelante to

October 9, 2014

A Story

I wasn't disgusted with the world, It is just that I lost my child and when you have a twenty four year-old son and suddenly somebody calls you on the phone telling that your son had an accident and died, you fall to pieces , I mean your body and soul break into thousands of pieces like a mirror and then you feel stinky, smelly and then you keep telling yourself "how did I fail?", "why couldn't I do anything for him?", "why I didn't tell him that I...?"
And it's terrible, it is devastating and the world loses its purpose and the trees are not trees anymore because he is not here and the sky is not sky anymore, because all of a sudden you realize that that person was inside of all, that he imbued? everything.
And you remain in a corner and your world is over.
But then you are aware of that you need start over and when you raise yourself begins to assemble yourself piece by piece.
If you are able to recover yourself then you are stronger than before, but if you not, then you lose your life, so you have to rebuild yourself.
There is not relief, on the one hand there is no consolation, the distress is permanent, nailed like a sword, but on the other hand you need to get on with your life, so you have to go on and walk between the grief and the sorrow and think "I have to do something with this, I mean, starting now all the human being are my son.??

December 18, 2014
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