UTOPIA: idiota, + idiota = estupidez permanente

5 jul 2008

idiota, + idiota = estupidez permanente

Cabezota, tonta , testaruda, y más cosas, cierro y tiro la llave, NO me lo creo ni yo !!!!, no hay remedio mi piedra en el camino sigue y sigue , es que soy tan sumamente idiota, y lo único que consigo es joderla mas a cada día que pasa,….espero no equivocarme de nuevo y salir ya de esta encrucijada !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Odio

¿De que sirven las lagrimas?
¿De que sirve el arrepentimiento?
¿Por qué este dolor?
¿Por qué tanto sufrimiento?

Nada ha cambiando en todo este tiempo
La miseria de la humanidad persiste
La desesperación reina en los corazones
Y en el mundo la esperanza ya no existe.

La muerte llama a la puerta de los miserables
Y el odio mora en el alma de los pecadores
¿Dónde estas tu. el todopoderoso?
¿Done están tus ángeles de amor portadores?

Y veo como mueren infantes de hambre
Mientras en oro se pudre tu iglesia
¡Malditos profetas de la muerte!
Pues solo llevan al hombre a la demencia

Mientras la ira mi alma carcome
Cuanta desdicha habita en mi interior
Malditos hipócritas que hablan en tu nombre
Solo les aguarda el odio, solo les espera rencor…

The Wiccan Rede(Full Version)
The Wiccan Rede
Bide within the Law you must, in perfect Love and perfect Trust.Live you must and let to live, fairly take and fairly give. For tread the Circle thrice about to keep unwelcome spirits out.To bind the spell well every time, let the spell be said in rhyme. Light of eye and soft of touch, speak you little, listen much.Honor the Old Ones in deed and name,let love and light be our guides again. Deosil go by the waxing moon, chanting out the joyful tune.Widdershins go when the moon doth wane,and the werewolf howls by the dread wolfsbane. When the Lady's moon is new, kiss the hand to Her times two.When the moon rides at Her peak then your heart's desire seek. Heed the North winds mighty gale, lock the door and trim the sail.When the Wind blows from the East, expect the new and set the feast. When the wind comes from the South, love will kiss you on the mouth.When the wind whispers from the West, all hearts will find peace and rest. Nine woods in the Cauldron go, burn them fast and burn them slow.Birch in the fire goes to represent what the Lady knows. Oak in the forest towers with might, in the fire it brings the God'sinsight. Rowan is a tree of power causing life and magick to flower. Willows at the waterside stand ready to help us to the Summerland.Hawthorn is burned to purify and to draw faerie to your eye. Hazel-the tree of wisdom and learning adds its strength to the bright fire burning.White are the flowers of Apple tree that brings us fruits of fertility. Grapes grow upon the vine giving us both joy and wine.Fir does mark the evergreen to represent immortality seen. Elder is the Lady's tree burn it not or cursed you'll be.Four times the Major Sabbats mark in the light and in the dark. As the old year starts to wane the new begins, it's now Samhain.When the time for Imbolc shows watch for flowers through the snows. When the wheel begins to turn soon the Beltane fires will burn.As the wheel turns to Lamas night power is brought to magick rite. Four times the Minor Sabbats fall use the Sun to mark them all.When the wheel has turned to Yule light the log the Horned One rules. In the spring, when night equals day time for Ostara to come our way.When the Sun has reached it's height time for Oak and Holly to fight. Harvesting comes to one and all when the Autumn Equinox does fall.Heed the flower, bush, and tree by the Lady blessed you'll be. Where the rippling waters go cast a stone, the truth you'll know.When you have and hold a need, harken not to others greed. With a fool no season spend or be counted as his friend.Merry Meet and Merry Part bright the cheeks and warm the heart. Mind the Three-fold Laws you should three times bad and three times good.When misfortune is enow wear the star upon your brow. Be true in love this you must do unless your love is false to you. These Eight words the Rede fulfill: "An Ye Harm None, Do What Ye Will"

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