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I'm not someone who creates and dogma blindly in love, I've never done.
really do not know or explain what their effects. I leave that to the great Lope.
When circumstances affinity with another person, is supposed to have met, I have not been able to identify with the love described in the manuals issued by movies, novels or tales of princesses who dream of a prince muscular burning off their clitoral-loving.
I think that the romantic is the person who behaves cone in love, but it is not. Simply prolongs the time a behavior, action, hoping that the end of the love that if it arrives. But by becoming aware of the endless waiting, or failing to identify feelings with the preset, choose to bind their days recalling what might have been but was not, or willing to be when it's too late. Therefore the
fruits of love and true romance can not become mindless and reckless actions. I
passionate and enthusiastic, but I think all the passions have to be sifted through the glass of reason, in order to live. In short, cultivate passion passionate and reasoned reasons, and not lose your head.
Therefore, for the theater is to mourn at the foot of a novice. Or throw a hell of a Don Juan.
Maintaining dignity and self respect, while we reasonably passionate men will be free and hot bondage.
only way we will pass close to us happiness.
I say pass by, that happiness is the Arcadia we miss and never traveled or will travel. It's like living a life with the certain joy of immortality. A chimera.
Friends, after many years searching for the purity of the cattle of love, romance and happiness, I have come to a conclusion.
For speaking to you and tries to enlighten your hearts with their songs, the FE is the nutrient that our body to grow endogenous SER.
Faith in oneself or in whom ye (in a woman in a man, a bullfighter, a painter, a god, God ...) as it is, but take FE, and only WE .
Only then will love of truth, reason and blindly passionate, as painted by the FE.
LOVE, FAITH AS PAINTED.
José Luis Vázquez
MorunoMarch 2011.
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This is a tribute to the old "aficionaos." Those who when they see you enjoying your same interests, we take the shoulder and tell you
"_ You know, I saw Pepe Luis bullfight. How was that afternoon in San Isidro! ".
"_ I was fighting Raphael. Do not you think of anyone.
"_ And when we went to the bullfights in Seville this August 15 with 46 degrees and your one month ... just to see the larger. A Don Antonio. "
"_ What a great team had Atletico. Irureta, Ayala, Luis Garate, Ufarte, Adelard ... What a day when we won the Intercontinental. "
"_ The Metropolitan occupied all this. I remember that the stands were dirt ... "
" _ resemble Try Pepe Marchena. But I liked Mairena singing and the Lord of Pepe Pinto. And the song one like Marifé. In flamenco, for me, the biggest Valderrama. "
" _ I remember the flamenco festival in the theater Calderon of the year 65. There he sang all the great. Now I always sing the same in all the festivals ... "
" _ Do you know? Before it was all fields. "
"_ This was going to Franco ...".
"_ Nobody walks as Student. If anything the Pup. "
"_ I discovered before anyone Carlos Cano, I remember I went home ...."
"_ Mi Renault 18 if it was a car. 350,000 km, no longer do so .... "
In short, my lines are a memory, a tribute and appreciation to all people and elders, like my father, that led us, just on one side and another on the other, but ultimately, (apart of life left for us) led us to be men who are today. With our personality and our hobbies.
I have not enough ink to thank.
Yet still, some young people despised, ignored and exile of love and home to their elders. To live a "modernity" that after all, has been given by the now cursed life from a cold home.
will always be present when I fan them with sets of a bullfighter, or break my soleares shirt, or all the streets are flooded with red and white ...
hope that all the young people of the world, have a parent, or grandparent, which in turn will take the shoulder and tell them ...
"_ I remember when ..."
I remember when ...
José Luis Vázquez
Moruno March 2011
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