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Hello again,

Here I am, like every month ... Quad

I started this post, did not know if this time might tell you something that might be interesting or could pursing something ... And after several attempts with the same result, I decided that maybe this time was not right time and gave me permission ... I gave permission to at least tell you.

I decided to choose , today was not going to write about nothing in particular and was just going to let the invisible ink to flow from my keyboard as you had today did not know what to write.

And I realized that the simple fact to choose, choose or not to write, made me feel good ...

... And I realized that it was writing

... ... And I realized that every day I wake up in the morning , is a day where I can choose writing ... writing ... no ...

... But how can you not write, when to each new day gives us a blank page where, since you wake up, start writing what you decide, you choose or you give permission?

And then if with each new day you have the option to choose what they want to write , why not write every day something beautiful?, why not write every day those small or large details that made you feel good?, those moments you spend with those people with whom you choose to be ...

Why not write a book when you reread your face then outline a smile, a laugh, or ... why not ... a tear ...?

able to choose which he would not write today, made me realize that I was writing something in that role invisible, which I thought today would not have words to reach your universe ...

Today is a new day, and today, before you, have a new sheet where you write what you choose ...

Only you can write the chapter today and decide to grant you permission to write much, or write a little ... chapter of action, love, or comedy ...

... Whatever you choose, be sure you will be a great chapter , an important chapter in this book that you write every day ...

I hope to read your book soon ... from my own page ... written from my own blank page.

Be happy.

Bruno.

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Monday December 1, 2009

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Masks

... Now that Halloween is approaching, I wanted to talk of masks ...
But those latex masks, painted in colors that show fictional monsters to dress up once a year ... or perhaps?

In many movies we've seen someone wonderful, hidden behind a "mask" to look like another person who is not either to link the popular girl or the team captain football ... stop being as it is, for what it means to want to be the cute girl or handsome guy ...

... And it's funny how, as the film elapses, we are willing to stop acting for display as really is, and not what others want or wish it to be.

continue to see the movie, knowing that the end will conquer the hero who truly deserves, thanks to finally show what it really is ... but we can not avoid, while awaiting that moment, thinking how silly it is not the protagonist be able to show who is ... Something inside of us is removed because it somehow ... maybe one way or another we identify?

... Yes, I wanted to talk of those masks that we are putting across this film that is our life, as in what situations to show how the character who, perhaps, we believe that we would be, or we would not like but we believe it to be the best at that time, or believe what others expect, or what they will like more to not know who, but strangely not ourselves ...

Funny how now let the main character, the protagonist of this movie is your life, is hidden to make way for another character I do not know, I do not know why think you can play the role better than you ...

is the writer who finally decide at what point in that be wonderful film that is inside the protagonist comes to light, to throw away all those masks at some point the film allowed him to something, if only to learn what they never do ...

In your movie You're the writer, director and star, and only you who can decide when you throw those masks that maybe one day you served, but you know you finally put away, because you know the best actor you can have your film is the authentic, unique and inimitable Yourself ... You decide when you want to let you see as you are ... the script is in your hands :-) I hope to see you soon

the best movies ... I'm sure I love what I see ...

Be happy.

Bruno. Www.psicoaching.es




Saturday October 17, 2009

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Thanks

you know? Today, I sat in front of the paper, while listening to the chirping of birds ... and did not know what to write ...

... and as she watched them fly, free as the wind, happy, and happy ... I did not know
... write ...
... did not know what to tell you this time ...

N or had unclear why
O Maybe, but I did not see why

D HERE lead me this feeling
E ra a mystery to me ... J
Ugandan with words and letters
inding E something, but did not know the what ...
S í, now at least I knew there was something in me ...

D e nuevo empecé a ver a los pajarillos volar
E scuché otra vez sus lindos cantos

V í como uno se acercaba hacia mí sonriendo…
O al menos esa fue mi sensación…
L indo era su cantar
A gil su volar
R evoltoso jugaba conmigo…

N o sé que pasó en ese instante…
U na sensación vino a mí
N o me pidas que te la explique…
C ientos de emociones se agolpaban…
A lgo había cambiado en

that time ... I do not know
... what happened, but today I wanted to say thanks for being there ... ... to read
patiently
what I write ... ... to feel what I'm trying to express with ink that gives me
computer keyboard ... ... because you're part of me, but do not know ...
... because in your imagination you are able to fly, and sing and do whatever you crave ...
... because I know that your flight has to fly to the other ...
... and your singing is able to brighten a dull day ... yeah ...



For this day I like to say thanks ...

THANKS! That are only a fraction of that you have ...

Bruno. Www.psicoaching.es


Tuesday September 1, 2009

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The river What you

You know, I do not know if we are born to be cloud droplet tributary, river, ocean ...

Anyway, I like to think we are born as a small river, that from the moment it is born, it does so with a goal, a sense, it is to reach the ocean that is so far yet so close ...

As river that you, along your way to the ocean, crossed valleys, mountains, rocky areas and plains, all kinds of landscapes, but surely ... but always keep flowing, even if they wish, to that, your ocean ...

... What's more, ... think of a river ... imagine it ...

If you look like the river, you will notice that from the point of your birth, you are in contact with the ocean, your ocean ... your goal ...

A part of you always has been and is in touch with where you were born ... and part of your ocean ...

Is curious right?

Could be why we sometimes have the feeling that since we are born to do something?
Could be why we sometimes have the feeling of being so far away ...?
Could be why we sometimes have the feeling of being so close ...?

And I wonder then: if when water is flowing as it progresses, then would not it be easier for us and we let flow over estancáramos less?

The river, tame or stand that appears to be, is always moving ... still moving towards the ocean ... and only ourselves, sometimes willing and sometimes unintentionally create dams that cause water to stagnate ...

But you also know, that however much you try, no dam can hold back water from a river dam forever ... or prevent water reach the sea ...

So why do us the complicated way? Why not let us flow?. Flow like the river that goes smoothly approaching its ocean ...

your ocean You know?, I wonder if being born cloud drop tributary, river, ocean ...

Anyway, I like to think we are born as a small river ...


Be happy.

Bruno. Www.psicoaching.es



Sunday August 2, 2009

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