Diego ... in a way.
And I'm glad because that means that I am intransigent nor do I have the onion too tight, it should be.
I've always said I love being wrong. No wonder
brightest in the world, being convinced of the inevitable, unstoppable approach destination, banish all hope, resigned to such cruelty y. .. suddenly, the unthinkable happens, they brew a dream, an impossible miracle, in my reality, a powerful force that nothing and nobody, not even doom, can restrain. And this is my error, blessed a thousand times.
On the other hand, I love retract. With the natural frequency of which is the truth.
The truth is that rather elusive, the only thing that matters and gives us freedom and respect. The truth is a bird that one can pursue and catch effort and care, gently rubbing her blessed feathered wings, but never, never, ever ... capture. The truth itself is so free that we can not retain it. And thank goodness, because to a life as absurd and ephemeral as ours, is thankful to have something secured to the need to dedicate a lifetime: to catch and cherish the truth, for a few precious moments, let it fly, free, happy to see it get away and with a smile, patience and willingness, surrender to the hard task of finding.
And so, one of the few things I are proud of is that I can say that I am a woman of unshakable ideals, convictions and beliefs rooted railways. That sounds very honorable and very noble knight, rectum, according to standards (self) entrenched and immutable.
and sounds glorious and beautiful, but it is what it is: intransigence, stubbornness and fanaticism. Nonsense.
My heart is very different, my essence, my spirit is that of a warrior. And a warrior fights, always, to protect something. An important point, which can be tangible, like its people, its land, its life. Or intangible, such as freedom or, of course, for that elusive bird that many seek to bring down with all his malice and ignorance: the truth.
And as to the truth it can not be caged, a warrior does not like to wear chains on their wrists and shackles ... much less self-imposed ... unless ... so decided, in fair pay and sacrifice to make to protect something.
And both roll, why?, you may ask ...
For both roll to make my mark more intimate in my territory, my lair, uséase this blog. And to announce that, as stated in the heading of this post, today I get rid of a self-imposed shackles, release me somewhat of some prejudices and, without losing my heart and my ideals, I adapt a little to avoid falling into absurd obstinacies meaningless. I am, and always will be an amalgam ductile changing to adapt naturally, to what he wants.
And so, where I say, I say Diego ... in a way:
Yes ladies and gentlemen, after sleeve my girlfriend has for some time out of necessity and self-interest, Lyra Lenguadeplata Stark, Facebook has decided to enter.
But how could it be otherwise, I'll do it my way, following my philosophy, but without sacrificing, to some extent, the usefulness of that to which, once fiercely opposed me.
moment, I am interested in two things that Facebook can offer:
On the one hand, I found that it is a wonderful tool for disseminating important things among many known: animal adoptions, Events and Meetups, events ... etc. news ... So to that end, I'll open an account account "social" where everyone will be accepted.
the other hand, in a way understand not posting on my blog everyday banalities of my life because I do not like the idea that everyone can read it. Access my private life should be protected from malicious conspirators and eyes ... As Sara said in a commentary in the post I link above: I do not care the least that a chief associate myself to certain things. Thus, to offer my "trivia" everyday to only people that interest them, (osease, my family, XD) away from prying eyes, I'll create another account, the "intimate" where, as always, there will be four cats.
And I think this division is logical, because I still think that certain privileges, belongs to who won them. And as the "wonderful" privilege of seeing me every morning with the newly raised hair, banging against each corner because I get out of bed zombie lost, it is for my wife and overlooks the famous lady Sara Stark; other "privileges" of this kind under my immediate family, those who have my full confidence and that holds me and supports equal parts, which is without doubt my greatest privilege, without any quotation marks)
On the other hand, because neither could be different mode. Is and will remain, my blog. My den. In which all who seek, you can still find, at a deeper level, much less banal. Because I still matters very much, that I own this corner remains open to those who dare to enter.
To provide this opportunity to delve into me who dares try.
to confirm those who need it, you are not alone in this stupid world in which we have to wake up and to deny.
To keep leaving the door open. Because my pack, like all others, is nothing more than a family, a place where members are united with strong ties, wrought with pain and glory lived together. A family in which genetic similarity is not necessary and "blood", because each member has gained entry under his own power thanks to its own worth. One that fit more than it seems at first glance, because despite everything, is well structured and anyone, to poke its nose into my territory, knows where to walk, as it dares to penetrate.
And that's what I wanted to tell you today, my readers.
Do me the favor not to be offended if you do not involve all that follow me from here, my everyday banalities, of course I can not have the same confidence all. Without emabargo, I'm offering you the privilege to unravel my innermost secrets, from this jumble of thoughts, opinions and information will continue to pour and pouring, in this corner of the vast network of networks. Please
, strangers, acquaintances, friends and family, glad delight my highs in my territory. And remember, I'm still here, being who I am and they are not alone.
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