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My son is a fool, I wanted a career in the unconscious but prefers to explore this galaxy, which is too small for me my desire for power, truth, accompanied by a bunch of lazy hippies and a dog walk three meters, two legs (so you have to pollute the bug that) making life impossible.

I had it all planned a wonderful future in a galaxy perfect, with his godfather the emperor who would pay for their studies and teach him the truth of life, is what he has bad friends that eventually lead you astray.

It began to drift when he discovered my true nature and my politics .... But bad is to be master y señor de todo el universo bajo el mandato serio, firme y organizado del emperador??? Pues nada!! Como es republicano cual Carod del sistema Catolonia ( seguro que fue su madre quien le metió esas ideas raras en la cabeza) cree que la galaxia con todo lo grande que es se gobierna como si fuera una comunidad de vecinos , y todos sabemos la que se forma en esas trifulcas pero desde luego la que tiene cárcel es la niña , le das una educación noble en casa de buena familia y la colega lo manda todo al carajo para irse de okupa con un personaje de muy dudosa reputación , putero,borracho ,traficante de gatillo fácil y con el perro de tres metros como mascota que no se yo si esos tres abran terminado juntos en la piltra por que los hipies have no qualms about these things, apart from having a horrible fear the green bar of soap "lizard", antiseptic unparalleled often used for all my troops including the robots, which leaves the plate cleaner than a jasper. Another garment

me taco mosque is the dwarf green ... .. the guru of the sect they rarely ate the coconut with my two children and lives in a seedy planetoid as dirty as the, eats bugs, the very dirty spends a good-sized head and the robe is not changed since the day they put their first communion (so little has grown more since then, that's true, but the savings should not be at odds with the cleanliness pussy! ) Is also known for being the old parliamentary system of government property suspected of corrupt practices in several different minor planets and have the largest plantation in Mary of the galaxy, which the dwarf firecracker smoke each egg (just have to see Uncle small eyes and face blown away you have), he and his cronies had such armed scam no choice but to do what had to be done. With such fauna

all that was needed to finish the table are two droids traitors one leaning toward the "other side" and not "dark side" but the little door next to the rear escape hatch and other mailbox Post that there is no god who understands the staff giving the whole day if piiu piiiiii poooiiiii "? but you say you want ¿?¡!!! Ppliiiii Piiiiiuuuuu! No fucking idea, it just means the flying of my son that takes all day with this junk defective and that the joints will be open mind to knowledge maquinil roboid. Dear Diary

tell me if this is not to end in ten children psychiatrist for this.

this is the real world and can do.

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Vader "The child of galaxies," Matador de Toros. Y + 2 X

understand that my business is in decline, but that is being discussed from several centuries ago and still continued here, but we are very few and are followed while filling seats “el niño de las galaxias” continuara en el coso, el respetable lo es todo para mi y la cuadrilla esa misma cuadrilla que acabo de dejar en la sala de relax de la nave visionando corridas clásicas, que conocen de memoria, los muchachos están un poco abatidos al igual que yo. Nuestro próximo destino esta a pocos años luz en Alfa del Centauro, en un planeta pequeño, sus habitantes son descendientes de colonos humanos, nos esperan con gran expectación.

- Maestro acérquese- es Julián quien me llama, el picador, esta apunto de jubilarse, en su juventud pudo llegar a ser figura pero no paso de promesa, Julián….cuantas corridas juntos que buenos momentos- mire Maestro que pase de chest as is still the guy is that much Manolote Manolete. Seeing

Manolote in holovision feel a pinch of envy in the heart, not for him, God forbid I compare myself with the Master of Masters, but by the time that he lived where the art was art and scoop not the circus that we have become.

Plaza de Nueva Córdoba is difficult and demanding ever felt the fear that now makes me shiver, but not the bull, which graze quietly in the hold of the ship, I am afraid of myself in the high responsibility of a the last one bullfighter bullfighters that has not stopped descent or just a crutch to follow in their footsteps.

"In strictly live for the entire human species and similar races I am proud to broadcast this great run where" Children of the galaxies' was locked with a single bull of his own cattle in an unprecedented run, the green sky of Nueva Cordoba Monumental lights are five in the afternoon, when galactic and begin to hear the sounds of the paso doble "Spain Cani" The child and his crew make paseillo "

" Gentlemen, this is the ultimate after receiving " lucerito "behind gayola to procure two natural father and my lord and three veronicas that it is not a frog jumps, the child decides After keeping the heart in a fist, grasp the cane ... ... if I do not think it huyyyyy !!!!! ¡¡¡¡¡ It is going fucks. Fucks gonna Child !!!!! ¡!!!! Oleeeee gentlemen this is art and the rest is nonsense Venus! The audience goes crazy not seen a run so many light years! And another .. and another pass, El Niño soldao still as a full guard of the Empire receives nobly Lucerito onrushing bull and bullfighter that! Master! "

" reaches the peak, the child becomes the sword, anodized steel reflections are drawn on the teacher's face ... the silent plaza not heard a soul .. noooo !!!!! .... A bad stab, the child clicks on bone .. sliding down ... the terror gang runs the bug, but late ... Lucerito gored in the right thigh to the Master "

" It's the chopper, I pass a note, Julian is called the Master who performs an emergency tourniquet, the bullfighter does not want the life support equipment into the square "

" We are on the second ... .. this time if a thrust focused and firm as it could not be another .... lucerito stumbles and falls to the sand and ... the teacher also! "

- What doctors do not enter! Cry of despair as life goes in spurts for me legs under white-bots look at each other and leave the arena. Julian

about - Master by their partner does not disappear, allow physicians to enter -

- Neither doctors nor dead child away from me these empty cans and a bullfighter dies ... ..- utter these phrases as I blurred vision ... and I'm not here.

Lucerito pacer back again in the hold of the ship did you thought was dead? If you came to the vital support at this time the bulls are no longer dying in the plazas and the bullfighters either but "a child of galaxies" last matador, Matador was not a sideshow attraction and is part of the legend.
The gang embarks on bereavement after the game, say in the old ways blunts a young Earth, is a matter of leaf through.

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Life in the colony is very boring for a maintenance technician like me, after caring for the arcologies for five hours, my work period established, little more needs to be done.

I submitted a request to play a decision arising out of pure depression and loneliness that I'm surrounded, the colony's population has declined in recent years axial hope I never have problems. The holoficha

hanging my neck makes it clear that I am a man that means I'm carrying XY chromosomes and little else. I look in the mirror looked about twenty years, as tod @ s, my slightly Asian features, like everybody and my average height, as tod @ s.

Walk around the garden some s obesity scream while playing, people dressed in clothes of different colors greet, he makes a scheduled day of splendid spring sunshine but for me everything is gray, drab and uniform.

My male colleague is also know for his holoficha, I asked how the issue has been playing since parent.

-if you qualify psychological not delay in calling for now as, as you know, a good time, "she replied as her little hands fast and ended up soldering a wire-
- what then?
- but Leaf? What school did you go? Well then you allocate a partner, have sex and if everything works well ... ... the colony will get a new voter .. jajajajaja

The question of sex in the colony is a submission by that sooner or later we have to go, contact with another human being as I loathe otr @ s, is like going to the gym, you inject a vasodilator and mated with the partner you assigned an individual, always according to his holoficha, XX chromosome carrier, which will @ responsible for maintaining the future, "voter" as defined by my partner during the pregnancy.

Three weeks ago I sent my request to be a parent and I have not received a response but a strange email in my Terminal:

"We have detected your request, studied your profile and believe that we can serve you, if you call Blade goes to the garden area during the day tomorrow, "

I decided to go, not let out something that really gets on my daily routine for the first time in a long time for something percent interest.

Rio is female is called according to his holoficha, on this day only one set of rain visit the area, the water sliding down the front of a cap covering her head and what I propose is ... ... amazing.

I have contacted or rather they have given me a strange organization, I speak of repruccion behind the system, ell @ s in charge of falsifying the nascent holofichas and place in the colony carefully to avoid suspicion but .... the act must be in its own way. They want to change the society of the colony with this method, that I do not interested at all but as I wrote before anything that gets me out of the routine I'm ready I feel good @ all.

I follow the footsteps of Rio in the rain, run fast I have to hurry to keep her in sight, I reached the outskirts of town a bookstore, former of which were printed and bound, a wonderful smell pervades the room mix of wet clothes and scented candles in the back room table with a group of five, I used to look before the holofichas that the faces of whom I know as it takes to differentiate faces, tod @ s are very similar. no one except me, it hangs.

hope your not having shod person Leaf - goes to my one of ell @ s by their gestures is clear that is a leader @ anyway-if we know how to not let failures tracks, would cost them find us, we know that all While our ideology you care recently, we also hope that after tonight, everything will change for you.

deeper into the back room is a huge bathroom, bathroom looks like a mini community with a pool in the center, here continue to scented candles and beautiful music never heard barely audible, tell me to undress and do it quickly I enter into the pool, the water smells like flowers, the rain continued outside scoring drops a large round window, the water is warm and accommodating welcome me to the waist.

appears tod @ s Rio and leave, they discover the head and gaze amazed a beautiful dark hair, it seems natural but the impression is overwhelming, which is poured behind his back, not a single covering her body beautiful
(I've never seen that in a human) appears as "his face painted? In a way that highlights a huge green eyes that until now I never realized, his mouth is ajar colored a soft peach color as his body is very different from mine How has been hiding all this time? Sinuous curves, hills and valleys through which small drops of sweat sliding. Rio

into the pool, is close to me, touch my lips with his hand, patting my hair touching my face, trying to say something but cover my mouth gently with it after that as I speak ... whisper it ... .. is
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The title of this blog is a recurring thought I've been pondering for some time, has nothing to do with climate change or global disaster in the world order as meaning "green" word is rather the end of the planet as we know it to make way for another way of understanding the world, the best, or the complete extinction of the human race at worst.

tracks that led me to this way of thinking will describe in this blog like my stories sooo newbie writer, I do it for selfish pleasure and not for caustic criticism I can take with milk taste bad while to me pille, de enteradillos de la ci-fi esta la red hasta arriba


El hombre actual ( y por supuesto la mujer …….y no pienso estar aclarando esto cada vez que escriba una parida mental por que entre otras cosas……la mayoría deleznables y alguna que otra buena soy políticamente incorrecto de lo cual me enorgullezco y llevo a gala cada vez que puedo y tengo ocasión) se encuentra con una capacidad de conocimiento increíble por el que otras culturas en otros periodos de la historia se dejarían matar, pero también somos conocedores de la frivolidad en todos sus niveles, para colmo la elite intelectual es un reducto de “nerds” inadaptados que de vez en cuando se enriquecen y se venden al mejor bidder.

The age of disinformation by excess information, mental illness, especially depression, affecting millions of inhabitants of this island floating in nothingness, there is speculation drugs and food is marketed to people in different forms of slavery each which more sinister.

On the other hand we have hundreds of organizations and individuals with good purpose to try to help (which is not made is another thing but they are) never been a universal awareness to help others at this level we only have to remember that past happens is that good does not sell.

These two conflicting currents and decoupling live policy can have consequences that reach to imagine it any other way that is not defeatist or a road to hope completely mysterious.

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write these lines hidden in an old abandoned warehouse, I managed to save pencil and small notebook from the last burn but I'm sure you know what section and I've been in hiding this newspaper, my neighbors have long suspected and although they are functionally illiterate, like most people, manage shortcuts concepts of the new language teaching in schools.

Nobody goes out at night, first curfew was later simply by its own people will stay home on entrenched cheap alarm systems purchased in department stores, is the early morning and has not for one of the many gangs that roam around here do not believe to be discovered so far.

I will not hold out much longer events unfold quickly, yesterday one of the members of the club, of course illegal, reading to which I belong, was publicly humiliated by a child under thirteen years under the complacent gaze of police, nothing you can do and it was funny to see an adult of forty-five years to four feet while their children were crying on the sidewalk. mere nursery schools are to hold young offenders for a while ... once thought that the future youth was in a rebellious youth to initiate a revolt from below with the spirit that we have lost old, I read that in the past had their own music their own books and films taken by them as a symbol of independence and revolution now everything is conditioned government says they should listen to .... and they so pleased.

The system is virtually unrecognizable to someone born a couple of decades and many prefer suicide rather than living badly in these conditions, this echo is also prohibited have to stay alive to continue to produce and consume what is truly important.

Most low-skilled jobs are merely mechanical work or doctor or lawyer is a disgrace and it will starve off anything comparable to plumbers or builders, the real elite, with astronomical salaries, the system falters and is very difficult to keep a society So before I go.

From here I hear the speakers on the TV that loud sound blaring from the neighboring houses football broadcasts twenty-four hours continuously, from time to time a serial and a lot of publicity ... so do not think they hear the shot. I bought this gun for a bargain price, however, a bottle of clean water is more face ... .. I hear a noise have thrown the door! Keep writing while I scream to

-ogy! Jace with that pipe! We are the tree is not jace na encurra endeve rarr e questo me tell the authorities what you saw no more vese repeated ..

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The first day after the End of the World 1Part

I thought it was only after walking through the empty streets for a while did not hear any noise as if he had heard but had not paid attention due to the events space / time so difficult to describe than just "here "Someone could understand, I can make a feint of description only to think of an idea to light everything around me: the world cease to exist, this did not completely disappear, I suppose the universal reality or rather "our universal reality" has to restructure slowly, all the pieces this universe are in decline but in a vague but implacable so that during my tour of the city could see areas where there was "something" in those areas simply was not anything in the literal sense of the word nothing is nothing NOTHING seems absurd but produces a hypnotic effect on the beholder is very difficult to resist and I do not know what would happen if he were to walk through it very carefully because nothing could appear either in very small areas as in most I've seen the size of an Olympic pool.

As I said when I thought being alone in my head suddenly began to hear some musical notes but only in my head at this point in the unreal part of my life and I'm not surprised about anything but my innate curiosity wanted to know if those notes were real or imagined them just never know ... ... ... because I was there alone and had no one to ask or anyone compare

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I was struck by a revelation that more imagined and how is it not exist? I can see

and feel RAD must certainly be wrong
- I'll explain what that Samsa is the name that you chose for you a long time, "said RAD to my thoughts.

The electronic brain that handles this this ship are you, the better would be to say that you are an avatar of the brain, nearly 90 percent of it is dedicated to maintaining and driving the system of care and the most precious arcologies the genetic loading for much of humanity ready for cloning when the end of the trip. There

10 percent of the electronic brain that refuses to be a mere machine, so much time studying human behavior, history, arts to the social system demotic patterns are designed on a human brain .... that part of you refuses to be a machine, Samsa created a machine in your unconscious you came to such a degree of empathy with human beings that you think one of them.

I like you I am part of a computer program say an antivirus for cases like this, my mission is to make you see the authentic reality your true purpose for which you were created.

If it is true what you say RAD, which is bad .... I can continue the mission the same way is only 10 percent of the course cibercerebro do not think the mission is aefectada see why he replied.

The man named RAD for me, I see the sun at its zenith and gave way to night Eastern artificial landscape, some night birds began singing a sad case awaiting resolution of this dilemma, a strange moon rose over the horizon the red, it does not bode well.

The old man stroked his beard recomposed the jacket of the Victorian era up to that time was not worthy of my interest throughout the Victorian era a character out of a fairy Dikens.

"The problem is really serious Samsa ... ... for all axial continuing calls to suicide.
- My suicide?

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Okay, once with the cards on the table we can begin to clarify things, "continued the frog, after jumping landed near the lake and its volume grew to the size of an adult man, who turned his back to me to a chill through my body from top to bottom-

Slowly he turned his face to mine, a man in his fifties dressed up, soon the answer I guessed it would appear some time in its fullness, the last rays of sun loggia artificial arc led to a wonderful sunset over the water the pond.

all started when he discovered a pair of solar systems in each of the arms of our galaxy, over time, could harbor life
"Cried the man at close range the best scientists and engineers who built this ship is completely autonomous, all maintenance tasks that you perform the invented long ago and are useless.

The ship has life in a very small proportion only in arcologies plus hold of it is full of hundreds of thousands of memory banks of humanity largely dead and still alive, is filed in them.

But what about me? - Ask a funk-RAD

touched my hand and looking into my eyes and said very quietly

- you do not exist ... my son.

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After a long run and resist the evidence I have succumbed to what I call RAD (resolution Autonomous Dilemma). RAD

took shape several weeks ago (yes, I'm back to post long periods of time that I thought was a good way to combat it) is not how he got out of my head and now roams the ship instigating ask questions, acquire forms both whimsical animal person as I am aware and I have not been cross-checking with him for fear of revelation of the dilemma, but will not last long when I have to face the real truth.

Today is the day, I'm in the Asian landscape arcology called by me, in Truth is 0102, almond blossom drop part of the leaves covering the ground in white, a small lake opens before me revealing the red heads of the very faint mist tents, seems to rise from below, no place in arcologies for hills, but not hard to imagine the Mount Fuji in the background, a toad from a rock looking at me for a while I remain sitting on one while doing drawings in the dirt with a twig.

- start now with your questions - is the frog who speaks, RAD is one of its many forms.

- Why am I here what is the purpose of this trip?
- do you think that question will solve the dilemma? "Answers RAD while smacking mouth.
-thought I was the one of the questions
-effectively, but sometimes it is necessary to ensure your readiness to as it answers. "I'm
took me time but I think now I can stand any answer that comes to you.
The frog reaches an insect in flight with his tongue and swallow it passes directly.
-is necessary to accept some ground rules before going otherwise you will not get any points and both walk their separate ways without actually meet.
-based
what rules are these?
, we will communicate to the end and there will be no interruptions, anyway you do not have basic needs will not cause any problems either You have nothing else to do, the maintenance of the ship you invented long ago, the ship stands alone from the beginning, what are yours?

"I do not like frogs and at least one speaker.

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Pilot a ship that does not have any equipment or technology that allows me to go back, if "the back" in the universe, do not exist on earth am a secret project so secret that it came up, if still alive, I remember as a test case over science when they wanted to carry out such madness. I can not die my body is infected with nanorobots who are responsible for repairing any damage to my body, regenerate cells individually, I can not take my life something like an order implanted in my brain makes me crash, I know that I've tried thousands of times.

The ship is great and I have enough space for long walks in different arcologies but everything bores me cloistered nature seems repetitive and monotonous, everything takes on a tone gray and ugly in my eyes. I have all the human knowledge at my disposal at the time of my "sent" but it was all I had to know why I'm alone? as a large group of minds Scientists plan to include in this project even brooded no single individual as psychologists and psychiatrists that this would drive anyone crazy?

Why? Would it be part of the experiment?, I have compiled a list of lists hundreds rather thousands of lists I have all the time to draw up lists of all kinds but as I'm starting to ramble I will focus on the current list with the final list that I think are the main reasons for this project and I'm here:

1 - All around me except myself there is a virtual recreation to check where the human limits of endurance of solitude, one day I'll wake up and soon I'll be with boys (not who these guys but the phrase has been built up in my brain automatically) drinking beer and laughing at the stupid of my behavior.

2 - I have died and this is my personal hell have I taken what life on Earth to end like this? Really I was so wicked to deserve this? on the other hand I hardly remember anything of my life on the planet (except for blurred faces of friends and family but smells and tastes like beer and I can almost perceive endure now) and if this is a way to purge my sins " what are these and I will atone if not what are they?

3-I've gone mad or am a victim disease or remain in a coma all these options are in the same category.

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This last option on my list is the closer, I think, to solve my dilemma is written in a language that I invented a frequency does not follow any code or is the mix of all human language filtering noise that produces what looks like a turbine, some of the technology of the ship, which accompanies me during certain times of the cycle of "being awake and" very different from the cycle "being awake" or simply "feed me awake" is not be confused.

As you could see I have no scientific or technical explanations to my dilemma because I am long over these issues I believe the blame lies with the time of which I lost track of it so that only the passage of this calculation in short periods as previously mentioned cycles. Lately

shuffle a new possibility but it is so creepy it gives me panic just ramble it was attempting to remove from my mind but it is appellant appears to have its own life and finds its way into my head at unexpected moments, that is when I exercise, but my body does not need to forget her away from me everything possible, I go into a frenzy of activity as maintenance of the ship as personal care, which is provided out of my horrible discovery, remain immune to the dream of ignorance, then it is my goal as the resolution of the dilemma bring tragic consequences for myself and any glimmer of hope would be doomed to failure.

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The title of this blog has been created from a story that I started writing years ago, in asking me about my memories of childhood and youth, and how they work the mechanisms of memory and memory retrieval, so that the entry that follows is a story of it.
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Last Friday I visited with a friend, Parish of the Immaculate Conception and the Assumption of Our Lady (the name of the temple). He was an old childhood memory and for years, ever since I moved to Barcelona, \u200b\u200bI wanted to visit to see if this was the church that my grandmother took me Bellmunt small. Tempted I remember putting in my hands a rosary beads, which he kept for me in a silver box embossed with a relief of Don Quixote and Sancho at the top, and with the promise that we would see the "Virgin asleep" . In my recollection, the Virgin was a very beautiful lady with a calm expression on his face, eyes closed and lying inside a glass case. He also had a vague memory of a baby Jesus, smiling, chubby, lying on his life-size manger.

We entered the church, peered the ship without any recollection awoke in me ... I walked down the aisle, and then I saw the figure of baby Jesus, just as I remembered, just to the left of the fence that separates the nave of the header. To his left was still assembled the crib and with it, a glass door giving access to other units: the chapel of the Most Holy, where at that time the priest officiated at the Mass, and a beautiful cloister with frescoes painted in the lunettes (and restored, as they appeared freshly painted.)
In the hallway that leads to the chapel, there were stalls that sells guides and pictures of saints. I attended an old lady and thought maybe it had been there long enough -40 years, he said to give me the information I wanted. I questioned and he told me that the Virgin was asleep in a small chapel to the left of the entrance of the ship. So I went back and found, although the chapel was closed and could only be seen through a fence. That was "my Lady" ...

Then I went back to the stalls in search of more information. The Mass was over and the priest was at the door of the chapel, dismissing some parishioners. Into conversation with them, at first the pastor, an enthusiastic young man, tried to address me in a rudimentary Catalan, but felt more comfortable when he found he could move to the Castilian. I told them about my great-grandmother, and in my recollection, the Virgin was elsewhere at a lower height, it could go around, then he explained that the box with the Virgin is placed in the center of the nave of the church on the festival August 15, that was what I remembered, probably because my grandmother was visiting during the summer, because I lived in Madrid, I should have seen the infant Jesus during the Christmas holidays ... I also

told a curious anecdote
according to him, a miracle, connected to another of the figures of the church. The chapel is on the right of the head of the ship, you save an image of the Sacred Heart, for those not well placed in Catholic mythology, the Sacred Heart is a Christ with the heart on the center chest, and as iconography, always wears on his left hand. Well
it has two open arms slightly bent and palms facing up. They say that a worker restoring any damage, standing on a ladder that had the misfortune to fall, for not crash into the ground, and avoid further that it did so on a parishioner at that time was there praying, Christ opened his arms and held ... that is why we have open arms since.

The original church is Romanesque, XIII century, the cloister, Gothic, XIV - XV , formerly a nunnery that was in the old town (now in the Eixample) and was moved stone by stone to its current location from the street Jonqueres (this happened in 1869-1871). In the cloister still observe three sepulchral urns containing the remains of their former prioress.
The bell tower, Romanesque-Gothic was attached in 1879 and came from another church, San Miguel, also located in the medieval Barcelona. The temple was restored around 1942. In addition to the Sacred Heart and Our Lady asleep, the church keeps other small treasures: a picture of the Immaculate Conception in the interior of a Gothic temple located in the center of the altar, made by Enric Monjo (in 1942) and a Via Crucis painted by Joan Llimona (in 1925). Both the body such as the rosette are the original Gothic.

Although memory is sometimes tricky, and decorate or modify the memories, in this case I have found that a small childhood memory corresponded so remarkably faithful to real events. I've always been very disturbing to think that memories that seem so consistent, are actually quite false, built of scraps from various sources, mixed with bits of things that really told us mentally and we have illustrated, sewn together by threads that weave ourselves with the help of logic, allowing us to fill the gaps and establish some continuity and make sense of the story of our past ...
This is a topic that interests me greatly and I hope to talk later ...

One final note: I'm not superstitious, nor enlightened, even a believer, but have always fascinated me Matches (another subject on which I have the idea of \u200b\u200bwriting a post) Well, yesterday, while reading the newspaper (El Pais ), section BARCELONA SECRET MUSEUM, I always read and often cut out, I found nothing less than an article by Ignacio Vidal-Folch, entitled Sleeping Beauty , that just talking about the church and the image of the Virgin sleeping!