Best wishes for the New Year we do. And 'good education, that means profound respect and hope that the new year bring joy to people dear to us, and especially to those who we love, to anyone who is completely unknown, and who is not worthy of the hope of nenache a better future. To think that someone is not worthy of us and our best wishes sentimentalistica is hypocrisy, which shows us, in our opinion, that is absolutely not the truth of our peers. Some people are angry with the world for its injustices, so it is perceived by those who find themselves in every reason to curse humanity and its contradictions. Yes feels excluded from the asset that gave him an inheritance only curses. Then it is these that the pious mind, the mind right, speaks with his eyes, with an intimate part of the soul, and wished him good, to finally make it to the attention that he so desired without being ever heard. The hope of a year of happiness to souls darkened by sadness and anger is a true gesture of affection from those who are right in the heart.
The thoughts are also with those no longer among us, the inhabitants of a land that no longer enjoy the caresses and kisses of those who have bothered to develop them, who fed them well with his eyes and her smile, who never would have expected so much misery in the hearts of their children now that they are orphans rimnasti that good.
I remember them all the looks of those mothers and fathers who now are gone. I remember their breathless sighs for the year old man who had made them tremble learned the news of violence on television, and images were broadcast in black and white. I remember their desperation for a new tax to be paid to the difficulty of putting together a sum to buy a new pair of shoes to children, while they could pull another year with those remittances, polished leather straps with a shot of brush.
were the same difficulties, common to all those mothers and fathers who trembled in silence and hoping for something, a miracle. And with the grandmothers rosaries, I remember me. Resent their sighs, their whispers are full of confidence and resignation: "Let there be the will of God."
But they were all at New Year and greetings were made, were being sought, are set out, from house to house, friends and relatives, and past the house of someone who had blasphemed against their house were the sign of the cross and prayed for him, with the renewed hope in my chest, under the heavy dark clothes for the winter.
I remember those kisses, those smiles. I remember the laughter of those who like that drive out the curse of the old year. Smiling confident that the New Year would be a year full of joy, wonder, fortune: And if they had not, they thought in their CuO, there would be another New Year's Eve that would have renewed joy and happiness, because with the ' experience of the mistakes they had another certainty about how to deal with life. "The old year leaves / with its load of snow / and never return / over the mountains and up into the sky." The repeated chorus of children, and ran to celebrate in the arms of the grandparents, close relatives, to strangers, who had come to bring his hope of decent cards. Then he ate things that children did not understand. But they were good, you could tell from the looks of mothers who start off on them. Among sparkles of glasses of wine is not too clear, bottled after harvest, placed on a wooden table, above, where no one would ever come - we wanted the scale - that the father had pulled out from behind the barrels, finally now everyone could toast: now that was uncorked and brought to the table. Was drunk partying, enjoying the wine for the pleasure of his father, who was sure I had a great figure with his brothers and sisters. Some turn up their nose, irritated. But the father did not care, because he was sure that his was as good as that of the brother, who was wrong the nose of envy. His wine he had tasted, and smelled of vinegar and then did not so sophisticated, not just because of wine if he wanted.
"The old year leaves / with its load of snow / and never return / over the mountains and up into the sky." He kept the feast, with kisses and caresses, sighs, and confidence for another year full of new features. In their hearts they knew that the news should be their gestures, their righteous deeds, their effort, their commitment due. "Congratulations!" Raised their glasses. "Strength and Courage!" They said, before bringing the glass to his mouth. "Another year awaits us! And we welcome the heart and arms open to the newness. " They drank. Then he sighed, whispered, they turned on the minds of hope.
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