Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Feather Table Decorations

Mathematics 1 - partial - 1st half of 2011

when Monday or Thursday in the relevant schedules and classrooms


1st part: Thursday, May 12,

Recuperatorios: Thursday, 26 May

and Saturday, June 11 ( time and classroom (s) to designate )


the 2nd part: Monday July 4th, 1st

Recuperatorios: Thursday 14 July, the 2nd

Recuperatorios: After the winter break in the day, time and classroom (s) to designate .

Simple Labeled Ship Diagram

The stones do not cry

Remember that in life there are trips alone, but others do only if accompanied be realized. The distances are long, time tyrants and unbelievers thousands ... how well the stones on the road. Although they are still that: STONES.
Then, just pass your hand and walk, or build a house for pilgrims on the side of the road.
But do not cry for the rocks, because they never cry for you.


(devoted entirely to a special person)

Á Angeles

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Feeling Wet Like On A Period

Maxims of a Dreamer-Achiever

(The following words were and still are GOLD in my life. Maybe someone can help. ... It is an open posting in the future could do other than continue or complement).





Maximum of a Dreamer-Achiever

- Feed your willpower with words of encouragement , but also with those who seek to frustrate.
- utopias as the engine uses to achieve your dreams.
- There are easy things to get but do not get used to them. So as you get, just you lose.
- understand how hard it is NOT synonymous with impossible.
- Exercise patience. The need in the gray days where your horizon is blurred.
- Be true to yourself and do not be afraid to say or do what you feel.
- Remember that people tend to point you finger, muttering about how risky, stupid or immature for your decisions, are the first to die of want to be, but do not permit themselves.

(... Mama always told me that when blowing a dandelion, or "bread" - had to make a wish, and parts of it had the desire directly to heaven, so that in due time be fulfilled ...)

Á Angeles

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Scrap Gold Refining In Houston

To the soil of this world ...

crosses my eyelashes
without asking permission,
falls down my cheek
towards the chin,
runs along the neck
as burning,
mending the road where
under the skin, lies
my Adam's apple.
continues its course
pride through my chest,
coming to my abdomen,
taking a curve
to dodge my navel.
Far from my forbidden zone
mending my thigh
over a couple of scars
from when I was just a kid
and reaches my knee
before swooping

to my feet touching the ground
seconds after stroke my heel.
Her twin sister,
out my other eye
not even reach the chin
your finger on my cheek
opposes
let another of my tears fall

vacuum in
somersault into the soil of this world ...

Á Angeles