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Needs "Per se ..."

then finished breakfast. The small kitchen gave off odors of freshly made toast, which were smeared with jam that she likes. Finished organizing his stuff, salute their children were still asleep and left. The trip was waiting.


The absence was not that, never would be. Memories were fresh as the first day. It is always more than one photo, because that story was the best moments of his life in a past time but will always be updated. I forget, impossible to do so is not necessary ...


He was still there, watched the final arrangements her and needed to whisper things into his ear, he feared were not escuchadas.Mientras she closed the front door, again he looked down the long hall and saw the car pass. Looked about the shed, having traveled the bicycle still awaiting the first scratch on the floor, the ball had not known the touch with the grass in the square in front, saw her children sleep, somewhat larger, also with many questions and fewer answers. It was wonderful to see asleep, was very close, as if they were angels ... Magically


sat on the bus next to it, who slowly closed his eyes and he let the silence that came over her beautiful humanity. Began to perceive dimly that something was meant and delivered almost like admitting that he needed, he listened. He knew he had achieved a dream of happiness in those wonderful times where the photos have not decorated this place, except for which necessarily must go on forever.


needs per se, arose again and again, knowing that the time had come for some answers. And this should focus attention. Nothing left to chance, the mantle of prudence not to expose protecting the most precious thing he possessed, his life and that of their children.

stunned silence at times, excruciating ... say things that sometimes do not want to hear, but this time, sitting there, he was determined to say what I thought. She felt a certain discomfort at the beginning, I felt the need to listen, to dive into the depths of his being, there were things there and needed to be deciphered.

Many things had happened in these times and had to stop at. It was imperative, needs, and demanded the diligent responses. Did not have all of them, some were clearer than others, yet, the fate of those times prevented everyday conducive settle accounts of lived experience. Review what happened and start living according to their most beautiful convictions.

His most intimate feelings were still intact, he had perceived, enjoyed ... Still, much was missing. It did not matter much, and find himself and here was the essence, begin to build for themselves, for their sweethearts. It was an arduous, slow, but effective, its nature demanded it.

slowly opened his eyes, He retreated quickly, hurrying passengers loudly showed the driver the destination of the next stop, the silence had been inundated by the sounds of the big city. Already, he thought I should get out. The invading a beautiful sense of peace, was walking on the right path, was ready to continue, much had happened and had done much for that.



What

generated from the eyes of others, all delivery only done out of love, in other cases, carry on the heroines ...

The new and unknown, was to come, should be prepared. So sorry and was prepared ...

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The awakening of desire ...

was just one time for dinner. The talk had begun perhaps as all pointing to one side and immediately took a new and different course. The whole story had its charm, but what is new and attractive was coming.

I had commented that his life was tinged with various situations and intense it. His career as an analyst on several occasions made it known worlds and people who had never imagined, but after interacting with them, met quite new aspects of life and above all on him.

He told me that for some time and who was attending a patient who had a terminal illness, was a young gentleman-just turned fifty years, married with two daughters and a wife who loved and that she also felt the same about her husband. Both professionals. They lived in a very beautiful and the minor problem that was suffering the greatest economic and spurs, could not be solved just with money.

terminal disease came raging every day there was a greater inability to move, getting her hands reaching for objects, doing paperwork and many other activities where mobility is required. Was never alone, the love of his wife and daughters were at every moment, but only He knew the immense pain he caused prostration.

specialist who was not consulted, nor money to spare, all in search of a word to say something more.

All were part of the disease, all participated in each and every one from his place, contributed what I could in terms of bringing "something" that will stimulate some as many others.

The early stages of analysis were not so terrible that it happens in most patients in these conditions, but here the commitment of all from the first day, was the most absolute devotion to what is to come, if this was to improve relationships of all and in particular provide the patient with a glimmer of hope of life he craved.

was weird, "recalls the analyst-that being people of both money and very young, have never traveled to Europe, because the patient was a lover of museums and art history. However, had never made a trip to visit the spot from a distance what is admired.

The clinical condition of the patient had suffered a complication, a new "sample" of the disease had been present and all indicated that there would be another transaction, because doctors understood that the bear and also was likely to leave sequelae to the point that they "would play" very sensitive issues at the neurological level. Thus rejecting any surgical intervention.

Discouragement had seized all but his.

In that conversation with the analyst, he felt the anxiety of thinking in the new proposal, travel and experience the museums he so admired.

A point was the desire not only took a minute and started talking about that trip was due a lifetime and why not do it now, despite the new "shows" that visited him.

picked up the phone, started calling travel agents and in a few days, the analyst's idea took shape. Everything was organized, from the insignificant-that rarely arises in a trip-to the places they would visit, means of transport to use for this purpose, etc.

The day came, they departed. That fear of panic that caused the planes, almost disappeared, that stillness when moving from one place to another, did not notice, all exceeded the desire.

arrived in Europe, stayed, traveled, met all the museums that could be transferred to local buses to get to know the heart of cities, they used trains to cities and subways, nothing left undone.

was an unforgettable experience. The best forty-five days of their lives, as all members traveled.

The return was done with the phobia of planes always pursued. He was not alone, if the former, since even today continue to travel to Europe twice a year and that "sample" of cancer disappeared. Just because you might desire.

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admit ...

... that time not spent in vain, sometimes they are better or worse, but we will "remain" in them.

... that the best decisions are not always we take, but that we ignore.
anxiety ... that allows us to unthinkable achievements and also the most painful frustrations.
... the contradictions, make our transit through the path of learning, constant, never ending.
... that the biggest weaknesses for us to finish strong.
... to the worst realities that are necessary in the best fantasy, best dreams.
... that fear paralyzes the truth, makes us slaves of ourselves wonderfully.
... causing the pain I never wanted and could not control.
... the ideal trail, but the facts move us.
negotiate ... I did not know when it was needed, nothing more principled.
... that fundamentalism is the denial of freedom and accept what is different.
... I demanded more than what the other could give me.
... also gave more than they have been asked.
... that my shortcomings were excessive demands on others.
... is a term that miserable guilt and responsibility is more fair.
... sometimes boundaries come as no longer useful.
... necessarily can not give what you do not have.
... that the only truth that sets me free, is being built at every moment.
... sometimes we do not value what we have, only becomes important when we have it.
... I never did evil deliberately, but the more I hurt, I did not know it. The constraints
... sometimes determine our lives.
... I do not feel responsible for love without measure, but lack the necessary caution not to overwhelm the other.
... towards achieving that objective, I ordered them domestic exile.
... that I can not say no to genuine expressions of love and the others.
... the loving correction of the other, makes me think and be better for me and for all.
... that Never underestimate anybody, but I dismissed many times.
... I did nothing for the recognition of others, all made by each of them and with them.
... I'm not good I look, but what I am.
accompany ... I did not know when only protected.
... I have no folds, which grow only cost me because I am reluctant to do so.
... that formality did not my habit of life, and sometimes I regret it.
... that after meeting the first fifty years, I aspire to live the best fifty to come.
... my mistakes and also that of others.
... what I can accept and what not.
... that sublimates Ethics and Aesthetics me love me.
... I admire Paul Diaz and his companions disappeared, to fight for a student ticket.
... I admire Charlie Cajade for teaching me to accept with humility that the decision to work with street children was not mine, but they chose us. ... I feel
be jointly Dr. Favaloro's suicide that we knew no care.
... Let us not by our public corruption, and that our leaders repeated cheerfully.
... I get along very evil against those who believe that children born maliciously jets, when in reality they know that this is not true, because they were also great guys and now, chose to be jets.
... I defend my principles as I can and live with passion.
... I admire those who live to serve those most in need, they do take over the other.
... that the "labels" never interested me, only fear love is trivialized.
... the little moments of genuine affection, exalt me.
... Your wisdom, invited me to be prudent.
... sometimes I make things easy and others I forget.
... I like it when I say, you're amazing!
... the magic of first kiss will be eternal.
... that death is the least desirable and sometimes invited, the most requested.
... I suffer with the pain of others, because it is also mine.
... that being supportive, I did something better.
... that the music takes me to wonderful places.
binds me to write ... and I admire writers who make me believe what they tell me.
... time passes and can not be against it.
... I fear what it always said it was not.
... I prefer to be sentenced by what I say and not what I keep silent.
... not that means "be yourself" because I try to be and not successful.
ridiculous ... that caught me for years and I could never part with it.
... sometimes "pretend" so happy the other and this is not right ... let say I do not care.
... I feel the life as a service and I like to feel that way. I makes sense to live this way.
... intelligence seduced me and make love. Both have much to do with each other.
... it amuses me to believe the other, so this does not believe me.
... the euphemism, it helps to say what that meant.
... I admire intellectuals, because I never knew it to be.
... I appreciate the gesture most merciful of those who pardon my limitations.
... I hate the institutional and cowards who hide in them.
... I regret not being immortal, but I aspire to transcendence.
some decisions ... I'm afraid, but I am determined to tackle them.
... at last we make it perfect, but I think it is because this is unfinished. It will be perfect.
... I never dreamed so many wonderful readers who will never know and appreciate the generosity of those who know.
... I wrote a lot and I was looking forward to.
... make me happy to know that you have read the writing and more, I do it know.

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Oscar planes, my passion ... Epistles

few days ago, two facts emerged that deal directly with those times lived in my hometown, were the years 76 ', as I recall and has a direct and beautiful relationship with images ... planes a passion that has never been finished.

And with these two models were the first aircraft with whom I had the opportunity to sail the skies of my place. Look at my Villa, Cerro, club, church, factory and quarries those huge, some covered by water and other fully active. And last but not least, flying the single roof of my house, my mother from the patio watching with fear that flight it was my happiness ...
not hit me eyes to see what I saw, everything was new, there was another way of seeing the world, houses, cars, animals in the fields ... people.
The pilot, a being of which I appreciated most in this world, was my hero and he enjoyed doing "tricks" in the air as he accused me worried such moves humanity treacherous, he could not stop laughing, and I knew I loved to fly , which enjoyed ...
The first flight was in the Cessna 172, my hands were sweating and my heart was about to explode, but nothing that would abandon the possibility of flying for the first time. And it was ... we check the plane, wings, air inlets to the engine, flaps, everything was ready. We went up and we headed towards the runway, the noise of the propellers were vibrating and put me nervous, but I sign. Suddenly a deafening and acceleration, we shot for the dirt track, taking increasing speed until soft silence and took over our feelings. The magic existed, there was nothing more compelling than flying. He wanted to look around and could not, it bothered me ... but as I enjoyed it.
not remember how we flew the first time, just how beautiful it was. He looked happy, because I knew that I was very calm and said, "get the wheel (in auto steering wheel) with the fingertips, sentilo "he told me and when I want to spin it sideways I'm driving the pedals" My hands were soaked with sweat. I did, I took the wheel with the tips of the fingers, I felt it and turned to my side, right ... The plane turned his nose to the floor and took an enormous rate. The field is coming very fast, until Oscar laughing over not being able to take the wheel and the second leveled off. My gut is parked very close to my throat, but the feeling had been one ... could not believe it had "managed" aircraft.
decided to return and "sliding" landing ... I loved it aim to head and got down we got to the hangar and without anything, he said: "suddenly this looks like a drawer" I ran and when he arrived and I had shoes belts. Launched it was much louder than the previous one as it had two engines in front and one behind the cab, was striking and was flying it was a wonder. We flew a little higher, some thousands of feet that allowed us to see the Atlantic coast, we made it through the clouds, to suffer when the ice was ready to cover our vision ...
to say, everything was second to none, nothing more had happened to me at that age and it woke up after thirty-five years is still passionate about the planes. Each aircraft he saw me full of nostalgia and a tear escapes me, because he who did so much to awaken in me that passion is no longer with us, is much closer to the planes that all who were his life, until one miserable with power kicked him out of the aircraft and that his life was complicated and decided to move to heaven. They never could with him, was the best of all, had I ever wanted and could not, was a gentleman. Thank
videos LOMA NEGRA, OUR PEOPLE, I could see her alive again. She looked at him almost every day, the strange, he taught me to fly in every way that my new fifty years have come to know. Life is absolutely beautiful and the air is even more so. From the air of fantasy, love, the breach of the rules nauseating stink and do not let you be what you want, how wonderful it is to feel deeply what happens to you that life is a nonstop flight and you have to enjoy every moment, with what you have, so that you are and what you dream. Oscar
not know what I have taught and do not know what I miss, sometimes I feel I want to be with you, laughing and listening to your stories with those planes were flying fabric as a kid, in your town Coronel Pringles. I could not enjoy you when I came to understand what you were, you had already take off your own accord, had decided to watch us from above, I hope I continue looking and have seen what I am, I owe much to you, you taught me almost everything ... You will be my eternal
reference, I can not and do not want to forget. Your smile sounds like the most beautiful music in my ears and always will be so ... Because we'll submit another aircraft and will cross in the sky the best memories ...