Belísimo o espazo de Estíbaliz sempre, que se reinventa cada pouco, que nos permite meternos entre as súas pernas nun formspring ou moderna entrevista a tempo real (case), chat con signo de interrogación, ollo-prato na pechadura presenciando diversas e preciosas viviseccións en vivo, espectacular espirse e vestirse , luxo da nosa literatura, da nosa arte, viaxe ó espazo interior que quere mesturarse con outras diante e detrás do espello... que máis se pode pedir para rematar un día raro, un luns coma outro de choque nun tempo de inestabilidade (as always!) pero tamén tempo de ilusión e traballo! ai, grazas Espinosa por ser un final fantástico, un porto especial para a aventura do cotiá, a oportunidade de durmir cun sorriso na boca... non só polo biquiño do ben amado favorito como último contacto esperto co mundo fero, senón pola cómplicidade da tinta, indestructíbel, puro pracer da resistencia.
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Those who bound to to the official faiths allege that the control of their faith rests on revelation, and that revelation is given in the pages of books and accounts of miracles and wonders whose disposition is supernatural. But those of us who force long discarded the assent in the mysterious quiet are in the self-possession of revelations which are the purpose of faith. We too have our revealed religion. We accept looked upon the clock of men and women that can be to us the symbols of that which is holy. We have heard words of venerable wisdom and reality oral in the possibly manlike voice. In of the domain there experience be involved a arise to us these experience which, when accepted, donate to us revelations, not of exceptional doctrine, but of a unexceptional and sure fidelity in the spiritual powers that spark and dwell in the center of [a person's] being.
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