Zeb Atlas Pavel Novotny

Goyo Sanchez, winner of life ....

Nothing is coincidence. For those issues that life presents, many of them are unexpected, we are in different places, with different people and their stories.
This came one afternoon, almost evening, where loneliness was present in a iconstratable and one of coping was to share a bit of television with some of my neighbors room. Immediately accepted the invitation. It was so while we tasted a "chopped" the room fell into another of the inhabitants of the pension. We had
crossed several times, had a deal that pleased me and whenever we passed took a few mates and the odd conversation arose. I liked to delve into them, since the interest on my part was to know as life endures single-imaginádome-that he was separated, like me. It has a few more years, I presume that there are about ten. Moreover, on one occasion, I heard someone said, "called your son, call later ..." And there the issue was clear: it was separate from and father. However, I was excited to hear from him, so I represented.
went to the room sat down, took out a cigarette and started smoking quite- commenting that he had stopped watching television in the game I was enjoying. The owner of the room and invited him to fernet coca, and the three of us sat around our loneliness attenuated. There was little chance we are not united, but the need to be with others. And here we were.
The talk led to the football when Julian (who lives in the room) told me that the visit is Valentine Horacio Sanchez (Goyo) and it was a great football player in the 60's and 70's. Debuted at Gimnasia y Esgrima de La Plata and was a nine of those, tall, thin, good foot and a large nodded. And while Julian (Click furious fan) Gymnastics stark contrast, he feels for "Goya" only admiration. Leaves no minutes to speak well of him and what he meant as a player. And just thanks to Julian, I timidly approached the living history of this gentleman.
I generated some curiosity to know of his life, and is not delayed, to be repaid and that proved to be a very open and eagerly told their stories, in particular, football.
After playing in gymnastics, went on to play in All Boys, was champion here with this team and was also the scorer. Then there were some offers, but not an easy task, however, the salaries of those players were approaching values \u200b\u200bthe dignity of gaining a well-paid workers, not what it is today.
a tragic car accident leaves him bedridden, he only requires physicians who wanted to walk again, just that, walking, football was no longer their goal, not because it wanted to, but because if I could walk it would be primarily for . And so he walked and now it does everywhere, in every street of the city, where there is always someone who recognizes and salutes.
job here and there, it did in the metal mechanic, was recognized field assistant football coaches, drove a taxi, his stop was 1 and 50 - where will all remember him with great affection and also share some of that other meetings of roasts and anecdotes, from the street and "can not miss" football.
is a wonderful character, friendly, partner, solidadrio and has a sense of friendship that exalts who have the ability to say "friend." This is why Valentine
Horacio "Goyo" Sanchez will be forever a champion of life ...

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Chamuyo on the couch ...

was a discussion of these unexpected. Or for better words, a meeting was not scheduled, but that leads on issues that have to do with the most intimate aspects of people, which never shrink from, but I caught, then promote them. And indeed, I think I have left to meet anyone without at least know, some other aspect of his life deep and even more so without intending to, but do not think it as well. The latter consciously, because I always like to know the other, what happens in their innermost. And paradoxically "the / the other / s)" have always agreed the best way, a fact which gratifies me greatly. And in many of these cases have generated a thousand and a relationship that has transcended time. Absolutely wonderful.

Clearly, these events are not unilateral, not generated from a single will, but arise because of this bias is shared, also desired on the other. If someone has the need to talk, there may be other, with a strong desire to listen and this back and forth, forever "snuggles" something new, as for one as for another. The feed back would my therapist ...

And what happened to me yesterday was just great. This talk unexpected occurred in the classical framework of the meetings: How are you? How are your things? What is your life? The love? In general, always says, well, well! Or finally, "all right" and this case if you dig a couple of seconds it is likely that the partner, end up doing "little pot" (in Argentina, tears begin to fall silent), and what appeared to be "all right", is all wrong. But hey, it is clear that everyone lives as he can, giving circumstances to live better, for the convenience of the acquired is priceless. I'll stick with what I have and that's it. For what "dive" in my depths, if ever I find things that remain and are still waiting to be processed. Will come face time, and the "meanwhile" will be added further complications, which in turn will bring other and others and others ...

All for one primary obstacle that hinders the flow of what comes and goes. It is obvious that we can ignore, although most of the time we know that something is "blocking" these constructions of everyday life, which ultimately are the ones that promise to build our future. The foundation of anything is always safety from the ground as it builds what you want, are providing essential support to grow and grow ... Without them nothing could be sustained over time. Are those that provide the necessary security to continue "being." In this

to continue "being", we can not continue, if we stuck on some issues that must be necessarily considered, as these will make us more free or slaves of ourselves. And therefore, we will live or better or worse. Not always the "conditionalities" are such, sometimes disguised as "determinism", whether external or not, just are not something temporary and end up staying to live without this happen to us, of course ... And in this, things happen and we were left ...
is why and come back for the third time this unexpected meeting that was happily not quite liberating and this happened, but admits an elaboration, but it is so meaningful and practical to understand. It also supports the practicality of understanding is not always easily accepted, and this depends solely on where each is stationary, depends on the progress or not we have made in our life.
And this is the wonderful story (each value things from where they are and where you want to be, knowing that this "where" is the place that will give you what you crave, what you need).
She is a woman who has spent slightly sixties, for some time death visited his innermost feelings, taking with him what more he learned to love and life decided to stay with her.

not easy to bear, however, moment by moment, with children, work, study, might be dodging the absence of her husband was gone, that was not physically, since from the loving presence not would never leave, maybe this would be even more than before, because, as she admits after long years-the time optimizes the best and worst memories. Since these are quite lower than the pain that generates not see the other so much they look and look, because it is not, it was the untimely death, the guest never well received.
And with that lived every day of your life. Excruciating pain, could not find solace in anything, nothing relieved, no words, gods, known or unknown to fill the void unfathomable, impossible to replace. Accepting a
overnight he had decided to strike for all that all of a sudden stop to be there, so it was, with what I had and what not. But these were minor details, what was the absence deeply hurt physically, impossible to recover, what would not be back to share a second life with him, could be "questioned" that never see him again. Nothing, just pain, and pain. There
best and worst time, but always he was there, it was not necessary, he understood-out, also because I could not let alone, should not-so was -. It was like betraying it was like to kill again, and so that these swings do with what is lived many years immersed in raising their two daughters, their tasks, the passionate art, social life and those daily pleasures, loved going out with friends and visit old taverns, read a lot and hear the best jazz. Until the time came, or rather, he was ...
never know whether the best or worst, just that at some point, it is not known whether it was necessary, met a man that generated almost any interest, that their situation was something else. This I figured out over time, could have that privilege, is allowed to feel. And he enjoyed it, enjoyed it as he could.

-principles-always told me were complex and not because he has so decided, but because it is presented. And as he could, with some setbacks, went on and on ...
appealed to what was on hand to live what he had in his mind and be able to live with the absent, which for years was not, but those memories were immanent in their daily lives. And yet, decided to abandon some activities strictly personal taste, to start therapy again, I knew there were issues that needed to know, or at least inside I knew that from somewhere boycotted his life and more, this appearing as a repairman . After a long time
meetings between comings and goings with joy, at times, and others with large-reaching depression medication she began to walk a different path, which improved its existence and conflict in it.

Anything new that I was, pushing to enter, but the resistance of the installed, prevented this income. Your feelings quite found, were in crescendo and anxiety, generated another situation rather than painful. The fear, bewilderment, how invasive of the new, stagnant yesterday, which ultimately will be business as usual - made the rounds in this debate arose what unconsciously expected, a response to such uncertainty. It could not have had much to live, but no pain conditions or at least, enjoyed half and this was so, because he sensed from somewhere deep inside that could be more if he were allowed ... Had it been otherwise, had already made a decision: for them, beyond being avoided in honor of the children suffering, always appear and at some point and is not an option, should be taken.

Until a talk with his analyst, a phrase that appeared frozen, as he had never permitted and may, or thought. Right off the bat and here to see what is with what is, it sounded terrific: "Let it go ..." He told the psychologist. That moment, nothing moved, until the breathing stopped. He came within a row could not contain, he felt a huge desire to aggravate his psychologist and the world.
Who could be so hard on something that had to do with his most intimate, the best we had and never find anything. Go chutzpah to the professional who speaks so easily of what happens to the others. "As you can tell me to let go of what was so beautiful," he muttered with annoyance unused.
And so was bouncing between one thing and another, was something not so easily conceived. Bah ... not conceived. However

succeeded the first time and began the new, those who can not stop, because they are time that human nature proposed. Do not take or put anyone, these are times of alternatives, different in its meaning, they say other things, allowing what only yesterday was impossible, are times that living with a same lands on the sea be different, must necessarily be different , is giving way to growth, joy, joy, is to re-grow, re-live the best way to feel all the way asleep.
And why not afford it, if it makes us transcendent, beyond what we ourselves, who will ... I also aspire to "let go" of everything that prevents me from being happy, I think there is otherwise nothing of probation, we do not deserve such conditions or we want or end up being what we should be ...

"Letting go, is also love, as well as stop coming ..."

Are Kidney Stones Or Gall Stones More Painful

One afternoon as many ...

happened once. And then it became a routine desired. Every day he went down a few blocks away from that place that would soon meet. It was nothing special, just a house and in it, an old woman who just looked out the window.

I first saw it, was an evening of many, when returning from work, although the road was not popular, hence the surprise. However, from that day, chose him as such. He was struck by the look of the old lady who could see clearly every time I passed by. Sometimes, she was lying in a bed, located parallel to the window, others sitting in an armchair on cushions and he imagined that they chose this place, so that she could see into the street where the cars passed one after other and passersby in the neighborhood, kids home from school to the lap and the occasional street vendor. Life was what I saw people coming and going, without noticing her for her trouble. And she there, staring.

He asked the old age, and estimating with some parameter, like his mother or grandmother, is played by a number and assigned, some eighty-odd, closer to the nineties. She looked with her hair white, his face covered with fine wrinkles denoting the stories that have as a protagonist. Although this was part of his imagination, and knew nothing of it.

However, all attracted, especially the eyes. A look, at times, as lost, and others, just moved his eyes to keep track of who was passing on the sidewalk. But overall, it appeared that looked without seeing. This detail led him to ask if I really saw what was staring at, or saw nothing more than silhouettes and, although her eyes were there and your head spinning for his life, stories, joys and sorrows of this, I knew nothing, only sat every evening, as surely every morning, "located near the window.

The first four days of the week, each went through the same window, saw the old woman and her growing interest in knowing who she was. I needed something else.

Once he arrived home, tired of the working day, organizing your little habitat, it was a restorative shower and then was ready to do some shopping. In each activity being carried out, was contemplating the image everyday of the grandmother and this was his obsession ...
The fifth morning, left early to work-as usual-with the firm idea of \u200b\u200bknowing something more about it. While the hours were happening, growing expectations and the desire to return. And he did not expect.

came out a little earlier-than-usual, took the microphone in the usual place, sat in the seat and unwittingly fell asleep. After a while, you wake up startled, seeing that missing just a few blocks to reach their destination. He sat up, way down the aisle and whispered to the driver coming down the next. The micro stopped, got out and walked around the block that was passing a few days ago. I sensed that something was going to happen, but did not know what.

crossed the block that preceded the window and within seconds I was there. Decreased its passage, arranged his lock of hair falling over her eyes to see everything, and the moment arrived. It was decided, I wanted to learn more. A strange feeling came over him.

Without hesitation, he approached the window and there was as always the elderly, with few details that caught his attention. She was sitting on the couch in the large pillows, her hair looked beautiful, had hair and noticed that his hair had been cut. Had outlined the eyes with a dark color, that revealed her beautiful blue eyes and was wearing a beautiful dress with turquoise. She looked full of life, smiling as I'd ever seen and seemed willing to talk. And it was. As soon saw him look out the window and before he said anything, she stared into her eyes and said: "I've seen every afternoon, go through the window and have not stopped to think how long it takes to return to happen. Thankfully I saw today decided to stop and I am very happy that this is so, he had a huge need to tell you something ... "

He froze, looking for something without knowing what it was and found a woman beyond his age, had a wonderful clarity and could speak whatever he wanted with better elocution. Therefore, be prepared to hear what you wanted to say.
The old woman took up the talk: "I must say that has given me these past five days, moments of great joy ..." he said. He was thought to be concerned ... and soon would find out.
"Many years ago," said the old woman we met in a small town in Austria, with both the young man were, said with a twinkle in his eye, and a relationship developed between both the war ended up breaking. They were wonderful years, we live happily, was my first boyfriend which was very much in love. We dreamed of happiness, sharing, having our children, our house in the country, but none of this happened. Dreams were only moments of the war vanished completely. The time were vivid, the dream would never regain consciousness, but not have them in my more than that, memories. And your unexpected presence, gets you to re-live them, as if it were yesterday, "Why he asked. "It's that handsome young man, with whom he had dreamed everything that I told you, was identical to you, so identical that the first time I saw you, I suffered a heart breakdown and an emotional crisis, which I have yet to recover. Because I do not think he said I was always looking through a window, all my life I studied, I worked in research, I devoted my time to literature, travel, meet, just five days that the excitement of seeing my cross window, prompting every evening to wait anxiously to see happen, because I felt that life was returning to happen ...

He felt a huge lump in his throat and dropped her in silence, some tears in his face a winding road, dragging parts of lightweight makeup that place knew love an evening like so many ...

remained afternoons evenings and meetings also ...
And love remained the love ...