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COMMUNITY: SATURDAY, JANUARY 31. Sterilization

On Saturday 31 January, the Board of neighboring Curauma Puerta del Sol, has organized a cleaning campaign in the central floe.
For this purpose, with the participation of: 1, City staff
. 2 º Neighbours
our community who shovel in hand, cleaning to ensure cleanliness, access and security of the area of \u200b\u200bmovement.

We count on your presence and support, manifested in their collaboration in the dissemination of this activity and cleaning sector.

Sincerely,
Neighborhood Board Curauma Puerta del Sol.

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In your silence lies mine

and somewhere in my body lay a piece of your smell,

In your silence lies mine

and somewhere in my eyes dwelt a bit of pain .

head, I listen to music, but the outside noise bothers me, so I opted for my mp3.

I do not like to expose, especially when I speak personally, I hate the way that people have to express their experiences of any kind either, as it can generate a gesture of surprise which gives the issuer a air or some kind of hero survivor.

I instead prefer to verbalize the silences with comments, I firmly believe that they show us our genuine thoughts, those who do not filter, not disguised and clearly indicate with certainty who we are and what places we have traveled.

When I was little my grandfather was my most precious treasure, then I did not know, I had no idea that people were also members of the category of "values" to which you care like a crystal. Sometimes their silence was that he divined my thought, was her youngest granddaughter, but never protected me from the words, however much they might hurt, perhaps because they had to understand that words have more meaning and our silence, as he taught me show the depths of our as well as thoughts and words can cause pain impenetrable, the kind that will never be erased.

Whenever someone is leaving us, we blame if not those exact words of those that illuminate bridges and reach the most remote hideouts generating a reflection inexplicable, almost without decoding. Although I still wonder why?

There is a part of us which we have difficulty letting go, even when we hurt and that defines our lives in such a great extent that we prefer ignore.

The reason for all stems from a stroke, such as a picture sometimes there are lines that are impossible to erase and which, therefore, we stagnate it hurts so much that we were not knowing what the movement more relevant to sketch another line that exceeds or allows us to let go so that we forget and so GROW.

Because sometimes the silences when broken pieces emerge as if glass falls to the ground.

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Now you're here, now I'm not here, but

silence is most eloquent form of lying.

Now you're here,

now I'm not here, but the silence is more eloquent form of lying.