depleted
stingy, greedy, shrewd, thrifty, hangers are all names that characterize the worst category of the human species.
People with no heart and no brains, individuals believed to be men in every respect. Instead, men are not, because if they were to share a joy with their peers, participate in a collective pleasure. The stingy, do not participate in anything because nothing can ever come from them. They have much or little they are not willing to share. Get nervous and tremble at the thought of even shell out a few cents to deal with emergencies big or small, from world hunger, which is a serious tragedy, to repair damage caused by the flood, the bum who asks for a simple way to make a small gesture. Nothing! There is no gesture that has value for anyone in the world and no need!
There is only the self, that is me, for me, for myself, for no one else! "There is only me, me, me, me."
Some may find it is logical that those who have little cautious, without necessarily having to be accused of stinginess. Must provide for themselves. And now back to the self, that is me, and for me, for myself again. If someone who has just had a sense of others, the pleasure of others, could rely on the collective good when he touches the misfortune to need. But we must be willing to give, especially when you give someone else who needs help. A society is based on give and take, beyond that little or much. And 'the disposition to the collective good that makes everyone less needy.
would be comforting to meet someone on the street who asks you if you need anything, advice, of a smile, the money for the tram ticket or even the cinema or theater. It would be miraculous! Or would a normal world! What difference does it make to have ten euro in your pocket or do not have them?
"Yes, but with all those who meet ten euro it would take to make them all happy?" here's the question that never fails.
"I'm not all those in need of ten euro will meet in the street!" is the answer. "Not everyone needs a cinema or theater nor the money for the tram ticket! It 's just nice to hear it! No? Heartened to know that there are people around willing to give than to ask!"
E 'ruin this beauty that stingy. We have to
Politics aside, though! Which is not too often, the cheap! The throw in politics! And so there is stingy on the left that is in place because it is democratic, and as such right. Indeed, even magnanimous! Although not willing to drop a penny even if the rape his wife. Provided that they do to him, everything else is right and good. There is a skinflint who believes in Berlusconi's right, because he is a man with "controcoglioni" that has been done on their own! It is very gentle use of the name attribute against, however, is done by many, even by apparently well. I do not like, I apologize for quotation, necessary anyway. But the right continues praising Berlusca stingy "because he worked hard, has worked hard! We must work to pretend to want to eat!" concludes with this slogan. Then there is the League's skinflint, who "does not give a shit to anyone because he is at home, I am all the others who have to change the air! By dint of making all the smart ones are begging to raise a family in Padania! Neither We filled the chestnuts! " barks, with a slight doubt about that its benchmark: it seems addressed to the Minister, then he cheers up slightly absurd as it would be a mistake that its has a small letter.
E 'mortifying all this done by companies that are stingy debt to have a lousy car from one hundred thousand euro! To give just one example of atrocities. Stingy, not giving a shit to anyone. Then he left without money and then beg! Wherever you can take take, steal, cheat, deceive, depleting the world of beauty and an asset that belongs to everyone. And yet I am sure you do not have to give a shit to anyone. And yet I am sure you must receive from everyone. "Les Miserables, and carrion!" screaming and speed in their car filthy, derogatory, running in the emergency lane, passing a row of dots in columns for the "heavy traffic".
How demoralizing this impoverished world, where happiness is not memory or hope.
The hope is kept in places far from quest'umanità impoverished. It 's the hope of the righteous souls, those who are willing to be.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Amor Vincit Omnia By Edgar Bowers - Meaning
Prayer for Martyrs
The powerful are the bullies, like any feedback you scoundrel injury. Bullying and prejudice are velvet, while the truth is suppressed by the presence and absence also.
The presence of bullies makes all slaves, and fear takes possession of minds exasperated with fear and failure.
The absence of free men makes it brutal. But free is a plus. Could simply be a man to avoid the arrogance and prejudices. Also avoid violence if there were men of flesh and blood. If they had thought then you might think of an ideal world, where money would always be away from abusive presumptuous ambition, not sumptuous, where the beauty of women to love and belong not to the sights of old obscene, in which the 'love is not pleasure and disgust and shame in which the children would have the benefit of being part of an asset, not to be part of a human tragedy unbearable.
If there were men, with virtues of men, meat and desire, beauty and pleasure, honesty and righteousness, pleasure of being, justice, truth, if there was the ability to be there would be beauty.
E 'to the extent that we realize the good. Out of every measure is obscenity and sorrow. There's the presumption, arrogance, presentiment, foreboding. Squalor.
must find the meaning in the actions, words have been abused for some time. Overbearing and slaves to men they say words, but are far from being human.
An old man who longs for the beauty of a young girl does not belong to mankind, but animal behavior. A girl who is sold to animals without a rebel does not make a beautiful world, the dirt the same way as his buyers. The silence of those who are as guilty as the slave is complacency and arrogance of bullies.
martyrs and suicide, although it is painful to mourn their absence, although it is not just their absence, the latest example of courage.
The powerful are the bullies, like any feedback you scoundrel injury. Bullying and prejudice are velvet, while the truth is suppressed by the presence and absence also.
The presence of bullies makes all slaves, and fear takes possession of minds exasperated with fear and failure.
The absence of free men makes it brutal. But free is a plus. Could simply be a man to avoid the arrogance and prejudices. Also avoid violence if there were men of flesh and blood. If they had thought then you might think of an ideal world, where money would always be away from abusive presumptuous ambition, not sumptuous, where the beauty of women to love and belong not to the sights of old obscene, in which the 'love is not pleasure and disgust and shame in which the children would have the benefit of being part of an asset, not to be part of a human tragedy unbearable.
If there were men, with virtues of men, meat and desire, beauty and pleasure, honesty and righteousness, pleasure of being, justice, truth, if there was the ability to be there would be beauty.
E 'to the extent that we realize the good. Out of every measure is obscenity and sorrow. There's the presumption, arrogance, presentiment, foreboding. Squalor.
must find the meaning in the actions, words have been abused for some time. Overbearing and slaves to men they say words, but are far from being human.
An old man who longs for the beauty of a young girl does not belong to mankind, but animal behavior. A girl who is sold to animals without a rebel does not make a beautiful world, the dirt the same way as his buyers. The silence of those who are as guilty as the slave is complacency and arrogance of bullies.
martyrs and suicide, although it is painful to mourn their absence, although it is not just their absence, the latest example of courage.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Obesity In Children More Condition_symptoms
inner intelligence
There are expressions of faces pale and disfigured, that should be revived, encouraged to make an effort to seem humanly compatible with those bodies that just dominate, just because places higher. Shapes without faces, without eyes, perplexed eyes completely closed Do not let other bright eyes, those few who survived the massacre and changes, can go through and see the futility of their desolate depths. Seem at times pleading certain expressions and certain looks, rapt, almost full of content, if not for the outer track that reveals the only concern that assails them and terrifies them: fear of being discovered. Those faces are without words, sometimes they think instead of using other words, borrowed, to mention a speech and say that gives them a form of external recognition value. Then close your eyes, instantly, and fall into silence, eyes closed not to be seen. Also mention the rhythm of a breath that has no outward form: it is anxiety and stress. E 'distaste for those who are forced to pretend to recognize that breathing the hot breath of a soul. At other times seem to want to scream the truth, making some muscle strength to stretch and try to go all the way in which speech is prepared, but no one prevents them from falling prey to a devastating attack of coughing that takes their word and the presumption of a force that is not there. It also tends to favor the hands of time away from vital structures, it also gives them the ability to breathe, to help them when coughing the effort exhausts them and attacks them. Christian charity to say words and delicate choices, and makes them understand that there is no need to compare, because you do not need to prove that not all humanity outward manifests. "The important thing is know to be right inside" you whisper, mercifully, when the situation gets heavy and unsustainable. "There are inner intelligence that do not have to find an outer" is concluded, his voice softening, while the eyes look on their faces pale, eyes closed, the intelligent ones who will never have the pleasure to look far.
There are expressions of faces pale and disfigured, that should be revived, encouraged to make an effort to seem humanly compatible with those bodies that just dominate, just because places higher. Shapes without faces, without eyes, perplexed eyes completely closed Do not let other bright eyes, those few who survived the massacre and changes, can go through and see the futility of their desolate depths. Seem at times pleading certain expressions and certain looks, rapt, almost full of content, if not for the outer track that reveals the only concern that assails them and terrifies them: fear of being discovered. Those faces are without words, sometimes they think instead of using other words, borrowed, to mention a speech and say that gives them a form of external recognition value. Then close your eyes, instantly, and fall into silence, eyes closed not to be seen. Also mention the rhythm of a breath that has no outward form: it is anxiety and stress. E 'distaste for those who are forced to pretend to recognize that breathing the hot breath of a soul. At other times seem to want to scream the truth, making some muscle strength to stretch and try to go all the way in which speech is prepared, but no one prevents them from falling prey to a devastating attack of coughing that takes their word and the presumption of a force that is not there. It also tends to favor the hands of time away from vital structures, it also gives them the ability to breathe, to help them when coughing the effort exhausts them and attacks them. Christian charity to say words and delicate choices, and makes them understand that there is no need to compare, because you do not need to prove that not all humanity outward manifests. "The important thing is know to be right inside" you whisper, mercifully, when the situation gets heavy and unsustainable. "There are inner intelligence that do not have to find an outer" is concluded, his voice softening, while the eyes look on their faces pale, eyes closed, the intelligent ones who will never have the pleasure to look far.
Darmowy Host Brak Reklam
losses and curses
has lost track of the good. Lost the sense all truth and reason is pure illusion. Disillusioned and decent grumble for the emergence of a new morality, ethics that are contrary to their original values \u200b\u200band principles. Every other principle different from them is bitterly condemned by Codest new right. I am outraged by Berlusconi's private affairs and policies and have had enough to know of new parties and banquets. We need a new morality, ethics or rather, repeat convinced that the only just, taking into account the needs of all and exclude the privileged few. They start saying the new right, their needs, their desires, their sense of beauty and morality, even of ethics, principles of their fathers and husbands separated single women and disconsolate, of wounded souls and disgusted by the chorus of those who made merry in the midst of celebrations and parties. They are all with Fini, the new right, for what concerns the political morality to which they refer, "more ethical" clarify their absolute truth. In fact, however, Granada, and Moffat Bocchino, the young political value, sure of his ideas, and flaunts her beautiful stretch shirt even in the rear fascia, between the tip of the clavicle to the tip of the clavicle, the solids are nice boys: Southerners , Southern wanting to look better from a standpoint of ethics. I am against abuse, against the arrogance of a North pathetic that goes to Rome to want to impose and polenta deer as a shining example of civilization.
has lost sight of all this social mess, lost and ethically angry: and the hope is the emergence of an ethic to replace the pathetic state. Curses can be seen in the minds of those who are ready for change, who want to light up in angry feeds on images of a television set that replicates the show at all hours of death and decay of family ties marred by the delirium and the doubts of guilt.
Lost and damned are preparing for the change, according to a senior ethics prinmcipio singular.
has lost track of the good. Lost the sense all truth and reason is pure illusion. Disillusioned and decent grumble for the emergence of a new morality, ethics that are contrary to their original values \u200b\u200band principles. Every other principle different from them is bitterly condemned by Codest new right. I am outraged by Berlusconi's private affairs and policies and have had enough to know of new parties and banquets. We need a new morality, ethics or rather, repeat convinced that the only just, taking into account the needs of all and exclude the privileged few. They start saying the new right, their needs, their desires, their sense of beauty and morality, even of ethics, principles of their fathers and husbands separated single women and disconsolate, of wounded souls and disgusted by the chorus of those who made merry in the midst of celebrations and parties. They are all with Fini, the new right, for what concerns the political morality to which they refer, "more ethical" clarify their absolute truth. In fact, however, Granada, and Moffat Bocchino, the young political value, sure of his ideas, and flaunts her beautiful stretch shirt even in the rear fascia, between the tip of the clavicle to the tip of the clavicle, the solids are nice boys: Southerners , Southern wanting to look better from a standpoint of ethics. I am against abuse, against the arrogance of a North pathetic that goes to Rome to want to impose and polenta deer as a shining example of civilization.
has lost sight of all this social mess, lost and ethically angry: and the hope is the emergence of an ethic to replace the pathetic state. Curses can be seen in the minds of those who are ready for change, who want to light up in angry feeds on images of a television set that replicates the show at all hours of death and decay of family ties marred by the delirium and the doubts of guilt.
Lost and damned are preparing for the change, according to a senior ethics prinmcipio singular.
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Pilote Marvell Yukon 8.61.7.3
One can also pretend that everything goes well, this is the most beautiful phenomenal world, where people (gens) acts according to virtue, because he believes in the good of all before it in their own. One can even pretend to write the right things in a blog, but it's just pretend that a blog should be neither fair nor smart. At the height of its splendor to be biased, giving an overview of some of the things that happen, must be part of his notion of politics, affected his view on the market, the stock, on the economy. And if the economy is interested in infidelity, fashion, look, everything else is out of place, out of logic out of the game. No, not a game. Did not sense everything that is said. They expect actions. The items will sell out without any use, perhaps for futility. There remains the conscience. Nothing else remains. If there is tiredness goes well, otherwise there is no deceit and sadness. You feel okay about themselves. Well, good! How many people have honestly made me cry today for your vanity? I'll ask you? Chiedetevelo! Another time, at night, before closing his eyes. Chiedetevelo yet. Again. Assolvetevi not because you are not holy nor righteous. I do not attempt to tell you that you would need to ask for forgiveness, because to do this we must be honest, so, virtuous, righteous, courageous, able to overcome selfishness, the self, the ego - I, I! I do not say, but I remind you, please! Pity because you live and you die. It grows out of pity, pity for the suffering, for smiling pity, for pity's sake do you say "yes" and also pity you say "no", for pity's sake do not judge, for pity's sake do not condemnation. For pity you withdraw before losing the charm of the murder of the peace of others. For pity we look for the beauty of loneliness, which makes it good to those who are merciful
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