Family

Family
Families are no blessing, but aren't also anything near a curse. Like it is with everything in our reality, too much or too little it's poison.
( I do realize that the definition of family in the present, and around the world it's very different to what I have... But it still is a family right?)
You have to care for your family, all the time, because no matter what they say about business and other stuff, family comes always first... Even to the riches of the world or to the teenage mother. Family is the base of who we are.

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This is a request

This is a request
I want back, before all this mess and complicated rhetoric I want to go home and write for ginger about the sin of living with a profound sentiment of disgust for the world and the rest of the unknown universe.

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Monster

Monster
I hate you, and I don't even care who you are... I know this, you are not me. You don't look onto your reflection a see me... So I hate you.

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How he lost the world

How he lost the world

It took him a bunch of years but in the end he died on a summer morning in the middle of nowhere listening to the queen's music save me.

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In epilogue

If I do I feel ignored.
If I don't it brings me down

How things die

How things die
I really don't know and it really does matter how many ways, or how strange way there are. Because this is just me trying to imply an idea to a person, and I hope she gets it.
Sometimes it takes something different than a 7

What's a bad ending

What's a bad ending

( this does not concern movies, or books or shows)
" if you do that! It's going to end bad!!"
An all too familiar sentence to hear if you are someone's subordinate. It usually a warning to keep you from doing something life threatening, which is bad(?)
But death is something so natural... And I remember being told that natural stuff is good. So I face a paradox, death is bad and good, but it can be both.
So what I figure is death is good, very good in fact, but the pain that comes with it is not.
And no matter how you die there's always pain may it be on self or on others, but there's always pain... So in all nature of death and pain, we forget rip and remind ourselves of the ripper because otherwise death would be too much of a temptation.

With empty thoughts of rage and anger

With empty thoughts of rage and anger

A saint Bernard in the middle of the white wild, wearing a collar with bourbon, a heating drink for the frozen heart of man. Is now dead... Because I so want him to be.
Suicide isn't painless, but it is easy... To escape it I kill an imaginary beast somewhere else in the world. It's not sad, nor it is depressing... It is just how it is, immoral

In a coffee shop

In a coffee shop
There are something like 3 computers connected to the wifi Internet two of them are working with some breaks to watch some YouTube video, but there's one in the middle of the room on google for several minutes without typing anything.
The owner of this third pc is on the phone, and it seams like someone isn't giving her the best news in the world. She's a beauty, holding her phone with right hand while the left supports her forehead and plays with her dark brown hair, she sips her cold coffee now and then with her hot red lips… finally she turns of her phone and bang the table in rage.
Everyone at the coffee spot turns to see what happened, she blotches and apologizes. When everyone turns away she turns back to the computer, and starts typing something on it. She looks around the room and stares right at me, I look away. It wasn't or at least it didn't seem a start for something romantic, my impression was that she didn't want to be looked at, it seams fair...
It took another minute before I stared back at her, being able to decipher what was she searching for on the www, "Suicide"!
I think she sensed that I was looking at her and shouted across the room. "what the fuck are you looking at, weirdo?" crossing the room to the table I was sitting at " don't you have better things to do than stalking me?!"
I was quite astonished with the all-on-your-face approach letting out only a trembled "I-I-I'm S-S-Sorry"
She puffed "You're all the same!!! How annoying!"
After gathering myself " I'm very sorry, it was not my intention to distress you, may I offer you something as an apology?"
"No, but thank you, I'm also sorry for my behavior." and she went back to her sit, put her things away, she was gone...
There was no reunion afterwards and I never heard or seen her again. Let's say life went on...

You're on fire

Today's a very special day, for it is little Frank's birthday. Frank was once a small boy, wishing upon 9 little candles on top of a little donut, he's very happy, "it's my birthday today! And I'll get a lot of presents, like my friends on their birthday's".
Unfortunately for little Frank, his family didn't have the money to buy all the presents he wished for, for the last two weeks. Frank's mother brought him the only present they had for him, it was stapes on a very shinny paper with lots of forms and colors, frank ripped it straight up... It was an photography album with pictures from everywhere in the world. "A book? I didn't ask for a book, where's my video games? Where are my sneaker? Mother? Did I behave badly this year?" and as he turned to his mother she broke in tears... Sad for not being able to give her son what he wanted and deserved, he was an angel.
Seeing Mother crying Frank tried console her " mother please don't cry, I love this book, it's what I really wanted" he opened the the album and saw all the amazing pictures, "waw, mother! This is amazing look at this, isn't this beautiful, thank you mother!" he would say while flipping through the pages "This is the best!" he finally stopped on a picture of the venetian carnival where a fire breather shoot the flames to the nights sky he turned to his mother and showed the picture "Mother? Is this person a dragon?"
Still cleaning up her face from the last tears she replies "yes, his a kind hearted man, whose heart is so warm that he can breath fire."
" will I be able to do it too?"
"Maybe one day"
And from that night since franks been dreaming of the day he would breath fire into the night, amazing the feverishingly amazed crowd.
But one day when he was practicing he left the gas on... Cabooom! No more frank but it was a great fire-work

There's a little street in a big city that smells like a small town.

There's a little street in a big city that smells like a small town.
"It's Barcelona..." said someone
"For God's sake Zé, give everyone else a chance to at least try to get something wrong..." someone lecturing Zé.
"...Amen" said the priest walking by, "And you, my son what sin do you wish to redeem yourself from?"
"Can I ask God to give me another chance of never meeting you, father?" the tavern man joked
"ho! Ho! Very well my son, then I would like the menu of the day and a glass of wine, please."
" will you pay this time father or should it be one more of my redeeming donations to the church?"
"What you give to others, you will be giving to me. Those are the words of our savior Jesus"
"Sure he did, but he also said to Cesar what's of Cesar"
Both laugh...
I walk into a winery and ask for some gum.
"welcome! Long time no see, how have you been?"
"fine, thanks, how's business" I pay my new addiction "I still remember coming here every day after school to by one more pack of gum, but today I don't even have enough time to scratch my behind, too much work. Well thanks and nice to see you...bye"
And I never went back there since

Sometimes it's mental other times it's a mentality issue

To all...
I am very sorry to admit that, although I'm 1.89 meters tall, I have in fact a small penis.
Now that I've got this micro-mentalitispicha problem out of the way, I'm going to rest feeling a bit better about myself.
And if it works out, I'll may admit to be a little tiny bitsy gay by the end of the month

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Love as a theme

If it is as they say, that love is the ultimate feeling in life, I'm one cursed soul. For I lost all emotions the day I last saw you; I still remember selling all of them to the devil, just to see you one more time.
I'm blind
Def
Touchless
Tasteless
Speechless
Amazing grace! I now see how naive actions were mine, as I realize that a vision of you although fair to the trade, does not compare to what we could be...
I don't know if I truly love you,
But If only you do, it makes everything worth it.

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Physically breaking hearts

Physically breaking hearts

I've heard stories about broken hearts, but never actually seen such a thing, so this is how I imagine it...
"After sowing the dragon and climbing the 3000000000000 steps to the tower he meet the most beautiful princess , who was then lying on the bed after fainting when she tough the worse would happen to her shining armor. He runs up to her, and is amazed by how the books and tales were wrong, for her beauty is much greater, than what simple ink described to be... She awakes, and both ster into each other's eyes and embrace in a passionate kiss, so passionate the wall crumbled and a sethere of light explandes freeing the world of all evill.
The prince puts a hand to her waist and the other to her shoulder, as she puts her right hand around his neck and the left feeling his muscular chest, and in a zap she puts her hand into his body spilling blood and gore, breking his ribb cage and grabing the pumping heart, and squiching it to it's breaking point..." and crack! there you have a broken heart.
It is highly improbable that the prince survived that... So to those "claiming" to have a broken heart I say.
CONGRATS you are now a fully functional undead.

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It's long past two

It's long past two
Sometimes looking at the clock is the only thing worth doing, see time past... Tic... Tac... Clock... And it stops. If we were in a perfect world

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Don't be stupid... Stand up and walk

Political ad from a left wing party

It begins now, what was announced so time ago. In Portugal, the prime minister has given his letter of resignation, which hasn't yet been accepted by the President Prof. Anibal Cavaco da Silva.
But that's not the BIG crisis...
What is it then? (you may ask, and even if you don't I'll tell you).

The big Crisis is this picture to the left.
Because in all trueness, this picture is one of the most fair portrait of the Portuguese mentality and way of life.
We fight a lot... against winds, seas and even the whole world. Sometimes we have heroes, but most of the times we just  end up with a hounded pride...

There's no discernibility to choose what to fight for or against, who to fight for or against or when to fight...
Sometimes you just have to stop making life hard on yourself, get  your head together and let things be, even for a while...
But don't quit, never quit... you can fight, just not everyone all the time.

Disclaimer1: I don't know where libya is
Disclaimer2: this is not Iraq, anything like it
Disclaimer3: this is a ____ post

What is the west doing to Libya that is so wrong?
They're bombing it
Why?
Because they are in the middle of a revolution/civil war

killing is wrong, and bad - we can all agree on that. Gaddafi shouldn't have done what he did - I'm not certain on this one.
Libya is country that has been hit by the revolutionary wave that's swopped the middle easter countries, with people protesting in the streets and shit like that... The problem with Libya when compared with the other revolutionary ones is that, Libya is governed by what seems to be a mad man.
And this mad man doesn't want to leave the power seat or even negotiate a settlement with the\(some of the) people. And so he led the army forces out, to calm down the protests. And then something goes wrong, and both sides start to fighting each other, and turning the protests into a civil war.
(it is saidsg that Gaddafi gave the word to start rumble, which he denied, the world believes that he is lying, but what if he isn't? We live in an age where information [ let me stress information] travel at almost light speed, information not facts, we should really be careful with the difference there)
And so a civil war begun, state vs rebels, the whole world is a bit (more like a lot) partial towards the rebels, because the world seams to think that a dictatorship is always a bad thing, and so the newscasters and news networks showed the devastation and the rebels victories as triumph of good over the evil that is Gaddafi.
After, what I think it was, a week of civil war an western alliance decided to impose some economic penalties to Libya, because they were still fighting (great idea!), so the people that depended on deals such the ones that the penalties don't allow anymore have one of three options, run (on car or foot because the border is close and so it is the airport because no plane can leave the country anymore), die of hunger or die fighting.
The first option is hard to do if you have family and no contacts in the rest of the world. The second is painfully one of the worst deaths you can have, the last is the only option viable if you can't run. So the fights increased.
Seeing this what the western alliance does? They start bombing them. (isn't it fun?)

So let's rewind and synthesize:
Libya is at war with it self;
They haven't bombed or invaded any of the neighbor countries;
They didn't bombed any other nation in the world.


So why did we bombed them?
Just to add to their misery? Couldn't we just close our borders to them, what ever time it was necessary for them to resolve this issue by themselves? Like in the movie terminal

I think maybe, but we didn't.

To end let me say that I believe that no international organizations for "peace" shouldn't intervene until one country's army flat out crosses the boarder, and starts invading the other, like America did in Iraq.

Otherwise we're very close to the end of the world


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I write words I don't know the meaning to, because people laugh about things that aren't funny.

I write words I don't know the meaning to, because people laugh about things that aren't funny.(I know that the tittle is bigger than tits, but in reality is not my fault I just cunt find any penisses that quite described the Things I wanna say just as testicles as it is. Any way I think vagina of Libia and that this orgasmic love making must stop before some clitoris gets cough in the rack of it all, and just gets boobies all around it, it's almost a sperm festival and I feel that I just pussy in my mouth.
In conclusion I fuck and gladly do so on your computer because this is the state of sadomasochism and Europe, I think as a striper that the orgy will go down before it goes up and it's a matter of how deep it ejaculates all that xxxx and yyynomy.
From me is all boobies, and have a great vibrator in u

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Do not take your eyes of the road please!

Do not take your eyes of the road please!
Here's a bump to start the end of a week... Closed my eyes for a sec and heard the frightening sound of bonq, I opened my eyes and there it was the poor bastard, it wasn't a dream I just had bumped into the front car... At least there were no big damages just a bad experience... And we parted ways after exchanging details.

Be free to fill in the gaps

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One of the best songs i've listen to in the last days

The eternal first step

Are you scared?
Yes
Of what?
I don't know

I though I could use this as therapeutic exercise, a 1st step to grow back to normality. But the first step is not the problem right now, for I have taken many first steps this week, only to be back where it all started.
When facing your fears people often cry that you just have to take the first step, and that it all will come naturally, and it's all bullshit.
Because after the first step comes the second with an option attached, and if you were scared of the first how should you feel on the second, where: you are closer to your fear, and you have the option to instead of going forward, to go back to square one...

I'm not a psychiatrist, nor any other kind of hustler with a magic spell to take care of fears, this is just empirical experience.
The other thing that also troubles me here is the fact that don't know what I'm really afraid of; I only know 2 things, what I hate and what I don't want:
• I Hate people, all of them.
• I don't want to be addicted to some sort of smoothing drugs, like alcohol or weed.
So if any of you son's of Freud know what's wrong with me besides depression , give me a shout out, my address is Square 1 avenue. Just beside the gates of Hell

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If tears did

If tears did
Any good the world would be a better place. But they don't, so it isn't.

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Because twitter told me to fuck of quite nicely

Because twitter told me to fuck of quite nicely

It's scary to resume something to a single line with two extremities, fear or love, is that the whole story? Maybe, and maybe so we are only one dimentional characteres trying to explore imaginary numbers in a solly real world.

P.S.: when this was only a 190 characters comment twitter asked me to be smarter, so I was.

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Sometimes it feels good to be mugged

Sometimes it feels good to be mugged
For the first time this semester I skipped classes and went on a trip.
Instead of leaving the underground making my way to colleague I decided on a u turn and to go get a cup of coffee instead... The reason is yet not clear, but if I were to guess it would have something to do with my propensity to get bored in classrooms.
So, my u turn left me standing in line on a Starbucks where after much consideration I picked ( your favorite) payed and went out on my way to wherever fait led me to.
But as I was drinking the (thinggy) I noticed a little brand printed on the side of the cup, fare trade, and as everyone that sees that label I thought onto myself "That's why the coffee at Starbucks is so expensive, because they (Starbucks) are good and fair people" and I felt good with myself for a bit.
Then I thought of how many people were good people for buying their daily coffee at Starbucks, and what about those that are doubly good that drink two Starbucks coffee's every day. And not just in Portugal, but in Europe and across the seas ( including the oceans), there must be a couple billion (American billions of course) coffees served every day. Then i looked at the receipt one ( of your favorites) costed me almost €10 (8$00), and compared it to my every day coffee from my expresso (also fair trade) where every capsule cost €0.10 (0$08). And as you may have figured it out by now I've been robbed. ( arguments against this conclusion may be subscribed under comments) but like I wrote somewhere up there it felt good for a bit.

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Raise my son,

Raise my son,
Because you'll be the leader,
Of men and everything and as you lift your head up high, you'll see the thousands, the millions and the billions, raising their hands and salute you with the armonic sound of claps and chears. Because you we're not a an actor on the stage of wood and nails, you were a star in life.

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An ode to my friends

An ode to my friends

For starters, I just want to leave it clear that I don't have the faintest idea of what an ode is, I just like to say it.

Secondly, I write too much about my friends, and they are real and fair like the words I put into paper. So I will not say anything more, about them because I'm afraid of over stating.

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The man who lived by the river

The man who lived by the river
(this is a religious story, but alike so many of those it serves many purposes)
There once lived a man by a river. One day he heard on the radio that the whole town was going to flood, but the man said to himself "I'm a religious man, God loves me, God will protect me." Then the town began to flood, a man came by in a row boat and yelled, "The town is going to flood give me your hand we'll go to safety," but the man replied, "I'm a religious man, God loves me, God will protect me." The town continued to flood. A man in a helicopter with a megaphone came and yelled, "The town is flooding I'll throw down this latter grab on we'll fly to safety," but the man replied, "I'm a religious man, God loves me, God will protect me." Then the man drowned. When he got to St. Peter's door he demanded an audience with God. "I'm a religious man, I thought you loved me why didn't you protect me?"he asked. God replied, "I sent you a radio report, a man in a row boat and a helicopter, what the hell were you thinking."

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Apply the law as written

Apply the law as written.
(There should be a question mark on the tittle.)
We have to up hold the law, we must follow the law, the law is there to protect us. (from what? And until what point?)
I'm not a lawyer , but I like to play judge from time to time, so often actually that I even think of the ethics of the position, such as: what's fare? And how to make so?
Also, what's the extent of punishment? And help?
I'll keep questioning these things for a very long time, but there's a conclusion I've already reached using cheap logic.
Men made law's,
Men are imperfect (otherwise there won't be a need for laws)
So the law is imperfect... And we shouldn't up hold it as high as we do


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What if the next was the last supper

What if the next was the last supper
I know that it is too soon for the end, but that's a subject that I'm quite abscessed about.
So, what did I do today my last day? Nothing.
Well, what did this week, my last week? Nothing
What about this month, my last month? Nothing
What about this year, my last year? Nothing
In the end as in the beginning; the world turns and the sun shines, I everyone has a chance to be happy... Why would I wanna do something to change that?

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Back to work

Back to work
I'm a very happy person today, because a Fenix is finally reborn.
www.economistfables.blogspot.com

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Cooking with your heart

Cooking with your heart
Valentines is coming and many of you are thinking of having something special to eat and share with your significant other.
I must say that I think that is a great idea, and one thing I would like to do with my own other.
So to share my ambition to do such a thing, I have some advices:
@ go out, somewhere special
@ with you stay in finish with a special treat, something like chocolate fondue or home made ice-cream.
And finally:
@ smile, and be happy. Because you are a lucky bastard.

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Simple fact of life:

Simple fact of life:
If you're in a big group of people, that you meet in a daily or semi-daily basis, you will develop an opinion about the people in that group. And does opinions may define those people are, but it will also define for sure, who you'll be forever.
So when thinking about something or someone, think twice.

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I should (not) be (t)here.

No matter how you imagine it, no matter how good of a chess player you are, or what is predicted, surprise is... (finish it yourself)
I'm a fairly acceptable romantic, meaning I'm closer to the average than any of the extremes, so I do like the idea of first sight passionate infatuation, or in a more popular way love at first sight. Not in any way, discouraging people from the history book.
Being a romantic and a person how isn't in anyway against surprises, there must be something of a romantic surprise in my way soon enough, because I surely deserve it... ( don't try to complete it, there's no need)

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Where is God

Where is God
A man went to space, he looked around and said "I don't see any God".
We could assume that maybe/defenatly there is no God, and that religion is a creation of man to struckter humanity into some social cabinet.
Or the man just lost his glasses in the way up there, and couldn't really see a thing

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Twitter is awesome, but...

Twitter is awesome, but...
Twitter is great, but...
Twitter is the best, but...
Twitter is heaven on earth, but...
We always like to know what's really behind the 140 characters. Don't we?
Well this time is just a smile.
:)

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I love...

I love...
As I was tough before trying to do complexed stuff you should always go, for a easy and recognizable start, and then evolve into a something more alike what you expect to accomplish, with little rewards throughout the path, like dr. Pavlov.
Start simple and declare yourself to no other but yourself, be something of a selfish being, without over reaching, and when you reach satisfaction, go out side and dedicate yourself to your surrounding universe.
And when it is All satisfied with you dedicate yourself onto some other self and make them happy.
Reward yourself by repeating "no one can say I love you, and meaning it, without knowing themselves, what's love, and who they're talking to"

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Rugby

Rugby
In the game of rugby, the winning team is the one who better exploits the opponents cracks, and if I remember correctly, my middle school psychics class, there are always cracks. You then only have to decide what to do with them.

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World wide problem

World wide problem
The world is not beautiful, ugly, dark, happy, big or small, it doesn't have problems, and it is not going to blow up.
It's just perspective.

(afraid as I'm of ruining a pretty good post, I'll elaborate)

If you please would recall or listen to mama by My chemical romance and then the bright side of life by the Monty Phyton ( complaints concerning musical quality should be filed comprehensively under I don't give a crap) and you'll hear the musicians stating nothing more than the obvious, we're all gona die and what matters most is how do we think of our life, everything else is (like before) just economics.

To jack and deWinter thanks, and good luck.

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Kiss

Kiss
Keep it simple stupid

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God save the virgin

God save the virgin
Thanks to Dan Brown I know that the pentagon is a symbol for womanhood and of virgin salvation and so forth, but although I know this, it really doesn't matter because in reality it lost meaning and purpose we now don't need symbols, we use words like pussy, masturbation and on so forth...
Beautiful, and lovely sometimes are associated with such rhetoric, but not enough, the abuse and violence many times self-inflicted have degraded the adjective association, making such words smelly as trash or filth. Fuck! Is not only a bad word is worse than war or pain, is this reasonable? Maybe
But no matter what slander on thing, to me is obvious, care fore what you say, only one percent and focus on how you sound or appear to be. Everything else never lasts, no matter what

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places we have

city in the town

Where do you go to be alone?

Where do you go to be alone?
Sometimes you wanna go where nobody knows your name. And where nobody cares from where you came. Where would that place be?
I ask this because I really dont have to do much for that to happen, I'm almost entirely alone in this world, if not for my family and a couple ( which is two, not a figure of speech) of friends and that's it my acquaintance in this world. So I often wonder how does it feel to not be alone most of the time. Is it so insane as the extreme opposite? Can you hear yourself or just what others say? But most importantly, are you happy? Or even just greatly satisfied? If you are you should tell me all about it, so that we. Can change notes.

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There's no dark side of the moon

There's no dark side of the moon
A friend told me, and we talked a lot about it for hours, then the bill arrived. We paid our debt and parted our ways.

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Not knowing is not the worst thing.

Not knowing is not the worst thing.
The worst thing is to know that you have fallen behind the herd.

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In history great men always have great stories.

In history great men always have great stories.
Which tells us that people aren't born great not even educated specially to be great. Great is when great is needed.
In reality great are not made by prophecy, hope or expectation, great is the parent that sacrifices everything for his sons and daughters. Great is the teacher who breaks the rules to give a new perspective. And great is the Man who loves not only his/her neighbor but also his surrounding, and breaks everyday with the mission of doing better than before, no matter what... No matter why.
Great is not just a word in a dictionary it is also something to aim for this year that is now starting.

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The difference between a hero and a normal working man is hope... Where one gives hope the other is hopeful.

The difference between a hero and a normal working man is hope... Where one gives hope the other is hopeful.
But this difference is only real in foolish words, in reality is so much simpler: it's a choice

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