Ventilation-perfusion In Copd

A flying feather ... Sol y Luna


"When there is nothing in here, when nothing can be counted, get carried away. ... "

Automatic writing is a double-edged sword. It serves to bring that inspiration arises spontaneously, but runs the risk of writing to write, and ultimately, to say nothing. Today there

general strike in the country. I thought it was a pantomime and I thought nothing. Maybe served relief and shame many others. What matters is what will happen tomorrow. Everything will more or less the same, where a few continue driving at will and will not allow to cede any post to get it to keep their "status privilegiatus."

could take refuge in my memory. Those of children every day I have more vividly. They say it is a symptom of declining staff, already going downhill towards the inevitable old age. Anyway, I still feel young, but when it really was not repaired in childhood adventures, indeed I felt as if there had been a boy ever.

Days pass like everyone else, with an inevitable rise and decline of the sun, a dark night of artificial lights and lost people wandering road to nowhere.
Meanwhile, one falls asleep and wakes up more than a few hours later. Go to a place where usually spend one third of the working day. If you are lucky enough to do it with pleasure, that desire, but if something like a punishment, get lost how long before there, because you end up in one way or another.

An activity that relaxes me is to pick olives. Pick them up the tree, of course, eating the dish , too.
The fingers move us closer than we can imagine to life. For this sensitivity we know what we do well and what harms us. These olives and apples, pulling a yellow green, smooth and soft to catch them and uproot the tree, his energy through me. Comes from the depths of the earth and is released by the living body of the plant.
The tree is not given easily. Treated with care and delicacy, is left to do, but before an attack, however small, will return the same answer.

always a song will haunt me when I write. Victor Manuel sang it at a time when democracy was not yet a reality in Spain. Regardless of political views, the peaceful ideals are indisputable.