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I do not believe in fairy fairies, those that begin with "Once upon a time ... " and ending with ". .. and they lived happily ever ." Moreover, I prefer the real life stories and possibly open-ended (no bone strictly final). But I confess I succumbed to the fever of the Royal Wedding ( itself royal as the burger! ).
Thanks to my cable service and the lack of time difference with England, I could see the wedding live via live and ITV2. It all started as playing, I woke up, I like breakfast and getting ready to start my exercise routine, turned on the TV and there was ( porsiaca did not plan it is that last night I was watching something ). What began to see the "previous" - people's reaction, watching the official locations, etc, "continued to see the bride and her dress mysterious, then ... the ceremony.
Then, I discovered that weddings and really move me - although I duela admitirlo - los ojitos se me hicieron agüita al ver la cara de WOW de él al ver a la novia y viceversa. Esa sensibilidad que pensé exclusivo de MI boda ( sí señores , lloré! Dios!! qué roche!!! ) afloró aquella mañana. Luego, como una "tía enferma" ( de aquellas que sí tengo ) no pude parar hasta ver el esperado "beso". Casi se me quema la comida y casi llego tarde a una cita pendiente. Gracias a la magia de la modernidad, dejé grabando del cortejo y pude ver el ósculo más esperado de la realeza británica, algunas horas después y con un vaso de Coca Cola en la mano. Ese día creí en el amor como los finales de cuentos. Not far
( time and space) and with its own light "shining" the beatification of Pope John Paul II. Everyone apostolic Roman Catholic turned his attention to the image ( and embalmed body) of one of the most popular popes by Catholics. Then, an avalanche of information (like hotcakes ) fell on the Peruvian media and the rest of Latin America. In Switzerland, the revelry of the beatification did not hide behind all the European option, especially in St. Gall, the most Catholic city in the country, where living well.
is known I am Catholic by birth and conviction, but an event like this ( because let's face it, none of my readers have been for the canonization of Santa Rosa de Lima, San Martin de Porres or the Virgin of Chapi ) has heated feelings aroused in me and to some extent contrary to my faith. Not because they believe in the principles of my religion but I am increasingly convinced, "it is time for change Catholicism. The speech is the same but in practice many things do not match, especially the behavior of " authorities" of the institution. Well they say " the Church is not the building but the people " and sincerely I think it's time that people stop their hand. In particular, I greatly alter the whole attention of the Vatican and the Catholic people will go to a occur which as above described as very serious problems that seem to be in the final order of importance. Child abuse by clergy sound familiar? Difficult and thorny topic, I know, but quite real.
Then, as a Catholic sector is looking for saints and blessed, there is another like me, you stop thinking about the heavens to make real change and terrestrial. Catholicism does not need (more ) miracles but solutions to this problem Not only for the sake of those affected but that our religious community has a clean future and adapt to weather changes.
conclude this issue by saying that this is not going against Pope John Paul II, in fact I think he was a religious authority that has been very close to the most needy and the wider Christian community. Nor do I believe that " all priests are pedophiles " or that pedophilia is something exclusive to the clergy, was nevertheless one of the most serious - and long in duration - of our church that has to be stopped but it now For the sake of all who believe and not just "want to believe." Today
I learned that Osama Bin Laden died in an ambush led by U.S. troops. Obama already confirmed, the town boasted. Some feel vindicated by the attacks of September 11, others believe it was a miracle, with a hand of God (and a Blessed ). Viva! He died! Fiesta! is that swarms of social networks. In this regard I can only say that there is something that I firmly believe: " violence only brings more violence ." Those who release the grief of losing have lost a loved one in an attack "terrorist" are kidding themselves, because other feeling has settled over the free space on your mind. Lament say it is not a positive one. All this reaction has made me see how a second man back so many years of evolution, dancing around the dam, almost as pathetic as they feel the murderers fun to see her white with no escape.
I wonder what else the week will bring? and it's only Monday ...
Rocío.
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