ANIMAL PLASMA

  a chalk dances front blackboard Grumbles between lessons say there is a being there they listen the motivational speeches Menaces and persecution There is those whom pat students on the head to comfort them the class begins: hello loosers out class seeking well some jobs wait formation end Bad they know that the dreams are deposited in the  banks and the advantage of incompetency is mere formality that the social market decides #######  Pedro Moreira Nt https://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/Pedro%20Moreira%20Nt

Personality It is a mask constructed in the social relationship. Persona is the Greek name for a mask. Personality is more interesting; it is the quality that one can evaluate yourself. No one has how to make that without the Other. So, Personality is a duality between at least two people But, we are constructions of thinking. The thinking comes from social life. Life with many people. We are floating in life, our anchor, the Personality is very fragmented , atomized. Personality does not exist; in reality, is impossible. However, we use masks. One for going to school, another for go church, some specials for going see friends, for etiquette on the table, and others more follows. We mold or better, we construct our character, learning to use the masks for each occasion. Well, the masks come from cultural and social coexistence that we can have in society. We use the norms and rules socials to coexist with others. Moral habits, ethical decisions, creating and learning and teaching on th

tree tomato of orange color is sweet not very It is a shrub not too big nor too tall We had on a corner of the garden a bench under it there were old sounds from an age some fables come from memory the cat exhibitionist that climbed a top of tamarillo and when the light moon launched its mysterious rays led him to live there I tried to see him there once a time I was seeking a signal his tail at least anything to prove the story as real I heard a noise in the darkness and something rolled near me I did not know what there was Was it a fruit from the egg tree? Since my childhood I have doubt My grandfather appeared and took a cat from the bushes He gave me a golden kitty - I think that he came from the moon. A gift. And we called him Gold Moon. but could have been called Gold Tomato too I loved him Long time after I read about the goddess Moon Bastet. I discovered many cats name that represents the Moon

  you know all morning it wakes up  and the world around in the valley  in the mountains and hills It climbs on the highest branch of a tree in the roofs too it beat its wings singing a load  with a high-pitched voice making a sweet song it echoes for distance moving other like it to do the same so does not exist a place where  the chantory do not arrives He is a musician participating of warning it will  dawn the sunflower imitates following the light other plants and animals maybe make that at minor scale All began with a  the promise of a demigod  Prometheus take a ray of sun and brought to men He expected promition awareness for Men. The humans do not understand his intention they believed that the ray was the gold So, where the human being did go it sought golden stones It caused problems for all increased the desires the interests the jealous The selfishness and greed Illuminate the conscience is not possible with competition ignorance The earth people thought that gold was like

  of curious will of diaphanous joy by exchange and benefits the thinking following the rules and respect is the said coexistence until one thing It is the remain of the technical act which means humanity Something like: I have you do not have I can you can not have and kisses someone like it was a thing We sacrifice each other for coins for things living a hanging life in our treasures Oh! my cup (crying with joy) Oh! my car Oh! I claim for a love Oh! a real being Oh! (after I explain how it should work this beauty for my life)

  the logical system  Tripartite in a cover of moralities  the results  are evident anticipations  on a brightness ink of verniz taking out the preserved structure the skeleton of a fleshy values deposit of meaning and senses a scientific beauty beyond from a possible reality It is a methodical ordination which needs of the historical capsule of knowledge and of a belief on the humanity I do not accomplishes correctly that but I like

  distant thought I touche the distance I opened it on paper the designs from my distraction all of them without damage It was that left me who own something it is like a fragile  image does not is available before do I the work the border of the lines the marks cannot be seen. the process no longer exists the past collection is lost it encountered and nonpresent pensée lointaine j'ai touché la distance J'ai ouvert sur papier les dessins de ma distraction le tout sans dommage c'était ce qui m'a laissé qui possède quelque chose c'est comme l'image fragile pas disponible avant de fait l'ouvrage les barrières de lignes derrière les images construites le processus n'existe pas les marques ne peut pas être vue la collection du passé est perdue trouvé et non présent