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SUNSETS FROM THE BEACH MATALASCAÑAS

Enjoy one of these sunsets, is one of the most authentic
that we can take back home after the holidays.

Solo need: a chair beach, a book, failing bag pipes, a long sleeve and people .....( family or friends) with whom to share these moments are ultimately they have to be happy hour. And just a book, "Stories to think" by Jorge Bucay, is what I put here the thread of those happy moments.

THE SEARCH

This is the story of a man I would define as a search engine. A finder is someone looking. not necessarily someone who is. Nor is someone who knows what they are looking for. is simply to whom his life is a quest. One day a felt form I should go to the town of Karma. He had learned to ignore those harsh ripping it came from an unknown location itself, so I dropped everything and left.

After two days of walking the dusty roads Kammer spotted in the distance. Just before reaching the village, a hill to the right of the road caught her attention. Was covered in a wonderful green and had a lot of trees, birds and lovely flowers. The completely surrounding a kind of small polished wooden fence ... A bronze door inviting him to enter. Suddenly he felt that he forgot the people and succumbed the temptation to rest for a moment there.

The transfer form the portal and started walking slowly among the white stones that were distributed as at random from among the trees.

let his eyes were those of a browser, maybe that's why he found on one of the stones that registration .. . "Andres Tobar, lived 8 years, 6 months, two weeks and 3 days." was a little startled to realize that this stone was not merely a rock. It was a tombstone, was sorry to think that a child so young was buried in that place .... Looking around, the man realized that the stone next door, also had an inscription reading approached said "bald Lucas, lived 5 years, 8 months and 3 weeks."

The search was terribly shocked. This beautiful place was a cemetery and every stone a stone. All entries had similar: a name and the exact lifetime of the deceased, but what it produced more terror, was to prove that they had lived longer, barely exceeded 11 years. Seized by a terrible pain sat down and began to mourn. The caretaker of the cemetery went out there and came, looked mourn for a while in silence and then asked him if he cried for a family member.

"No no family - said the search - what happens in this town, What terrible thing is in this city? What is the horrible curse on these people, which has forced her to build a cemetery for children?.

The old man smiled and said: - Can you calm down, there is such a curse, what happens is that here we have a habit. Tell him: when a child turns 15, their parents give him a book such as this that I have here around his neck, and is a tradition among us that, from then on, every time you enjoy something hard, open the book and write on it: on the left that was enjoyed it ..., right, how long did that joy, " met his girlfriend and he loved her? How long did this enormous passion, and pleasure to know ?..... A week?, Two?, "Tre and a half weeks? and then .... the excitement of the first kiss, how long did it take?, is the minute and a half of the kiss?, "two days?," one week ?..... What about pregnancy or birth of first child ?....... What about the wedding of friends and travel ...?, ...?, Most Wanted "and the meeting with the brother who returns from a distant country ...? How long did the enjoy those situations ?...... "Hours?," Days ?...... So write down on the pad each time, when someone dies, it is our custom to open your notebook and add the time of the enjoyed, to write on his grave. Because this is for us the only real time spent.

contemplate a sunset ...........

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