Como te vas a marcar el paso del tiempo, compa? por el calendario?-Existen varios por la fecha de nacimiento?-Todo es chance, y el reloj se equivoca Aun las estaciones nos enganen, con inviernos calurosos y veranos friolentos en Antarctica… Entonc te pregunto- Como nos vamos a marcar el paso del tiempo? Al cortar el arbol, se revelan sus anillos, su piel, cada dia el viento y el fuego se lo batio, hasta que irradio una capa nueva, y el parte se junto con el entero. y cuando la fruta se brote de la semilla, sabemos entonces que el tiempo ha pasado que el crecimiento se dio vida, que el alimento no sea lejo’ En tu dia, mi compa, que has cosechado tu? lagrimas, amistades un poema, un amor - sera que aprendiste convivir con el dolor? Sera tu corazon mas fuerte? Lo has amasado suficiente para sea mas dulce y resiliente? Hoy, que marques el tiempo por latidos ansiosos por la verdad que la mano de tu reloj se anima por la persistencia , y no por la maldad. Hoy, que cumples un ciclo de aprendi...
Fruits Low in Sugar: Small Amounts of Lemon or Lime Rhubarb Raspberries Blackberries Cranberries Fruits Low to Medium in Sugar: Strawberries Casaba Melon Papaya Watermelon Peaches Nectarines Blueberries Cantaloupes Honeydew Melons Apples Guavas - Pineapple Guavas (Feijoa) and Strawberry Guavas Apricots Grapefruit Fruits Fairly High in Sugar: Plums Oranges Kiwifruit Pears Pineapple Fruits Very High in Sugar: Tangerines Cherries Grapes Pomegranates Mangoes Figs Bananas Dried Fruit, such as Dates Raisins Dried Apricots Prunes"
This morning I woke up and rolled over in the comfort of my bed, in a time of war, to check my email. Grex had sent me a video, in a time of war, of Hector Buitrago's "Damaquiel". Damaquiel is a beautiful track, bodies moving, sending salutations, in a time of war, in a place of war, colors and patterns and hips and trees and guitars and resilience. An Afro-Colombian man traverses the city and the the countryside, he dancingly shuffles, floats just above the surface of the earth, in a time of war, and his feeling is one of praise, he sings it, he shares it, his arms wave about to disperse it into the air, to bring it out in my own body moving in my room as the soundwaves hit my ears. Here, in my room, i'm surrounded by my beautiful things, in a time of war, i'm surrounded by my purple and yellow dried corn wombs, watercolor paintings from my grandmother, painted wooden boxes, carved seed jewelry, a warm hoodie, my holy books, I'm going to get up now and make ...
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