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 .
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
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)
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 ...
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
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Mount And Blade Mods For Version 1.011
belong
belong to your open arms
to the folds of your sheets
your kisses deep well to
the features of your face.
belong
your distant mountains
your vineyards so vast
your starlit skies
your Mediterranean seas.
belong to your light and your dark
your eyes so bright
this evanescent green to brown
esperanzante.
you belong to your body
your fears and your wings
your comings and goings and
dreamed one afternoon where a tree
mark our initial clear.
belong just like that
the freckles on your back
your skin so white
turns me on so much soul.
belong to your open arms
to the folds of your sheets
your kisses deep well to
the features of your face.
belong
your distant mountains
your vineyards so vast
your starlit skies
your Mediterranean seas.
belong to your light and your dark
your eyes so bright
this evanescent green to brown
esperanzante.
you belong to your body
your fears and your wings
your comings and goings and
dreamed one afternoon where a tree
mark our initial clear.
belong just like that
the freckles on your back
your skin so white
turns me on so much soul.
Á Angeles
Monday, May 2, 2011
Dune Buggy Free Blueprint
The writer's untimely
wonder I do not know that many of my time traveling the path of salmon in the world comparison. But all of that, I must add the fact of having the beautiful passion for writing.
I am one who believes that, although addressed, writing must be born from within, not induced (at least the few times I've tried, the results have been disastrous, frustrating and a lot of expense of paper) .
I have a timed write to me at any time and in the most unusual. A clear example is the latter days, in which I have dreams of the most imaginative, full of details, characters, stories and outcomes.
I am 200% creative stage, and I remember all to wake up.
People can not imagine how his words slip through my ears (even when just passing by her on the street) , and rooting, finding fertile soil in my synapses, forming a thousand and one vine that will not stop or but the sun the leaves.
And maddest of this is that I accept untimely. I know. We are old friends.
This period dangerous and imaginative products is the announcement that a new history is about to begin ... even when I'm busy with the things of the Institute.
all there, waiting to three laps on my bed to sleep and dream, to rearrange my subconscious while servile (im) patient all those blocks that make up my (thank goodness) imagination.
smile and know that little by little everything is prosecuting, that all fits, everything falls into its rightful place, and once the materials are ready, begin construction of the threshold at which lay a door that closes a cycle in my life.
My internal hourglass is anxious, I am.
The wrong time of the writer, is the breastplate that protects my heart, my sword and pen.
Now if, in bed ... but to sleep, my mate servile and eager to travel requires my dream, and begins to roll up their sleeves to begin work.
wonder I do not know that many of my time traveling the path of salmon in the world comparison. But all of that, I must add the fact of having the beautiful passion for writing.
I am one who believes that, although addressed, writing must be born from within, not induced (at least the few times I've tried, the results have been disastrous, frustrating and a lot of expense of paper) .
I have a timed write to me at any time and in the most unusual. A clear example is the latter days, in which I have dreams of the most imaginative, full of details, characters, stories and outcomes.
I am 200% creative stage, and I remember all to wake up.
People can not imagine how his words slip through my ears (even when just passing by her on the street) , and rooting, finding fertile soil in my synapses, forming a thousand and one vine that will not stop or but the sun the leaves.
And maddest of this is that I accept untimely. I know. We are old friends.
This period dangerous and imaginative products is the announcement that a new history is about to begin ... even when I'm busy with the things of the Institute.
all there, waiting to three laps on my bed to sleep and dream, to rearrange my subconscious while servile (im) patient all those blocks that make up my (thank goodness) imagination.
smile and know that little by little everything is prosecuting, that all fits, everything falls into its rightful place, and once the materials are ready, begin construction of the threshold at which lay a door that closes a cycle in my life.
My internal hourglass is anxious, I am.
The wrong time of the writer, is the breastplate that protects my heart, my sword and pen.
Now if, in bed ... but to sleep, my mate servile and eager to travel requires my dream, and begins to roll up their sleeves to begin work.
Á Angeles
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