Resumo de The Blue Newspaper Of Carlota (el Diario Azul De Carlota)

Mr. professor, of April 22,2006 gave great pleasure me to receive his last news and I can part of I my joy with you on learning on the exit of his wife of the hospital. His to be near you and in the good health, that it is total happiness! I observed that 6ta annual demonstration of the book in the popular expression of Literature was carried out in the wonderful city of Arras(62). Unfortunately, I will not be able to take care of because the dates are placed are closed: It has on thousand inscriptions. Nevertheless, I am thankful to say to him to me on him. I does not sound to fan of the small piece? Possibly! But you must understand, that that I continue being lúcido, even when asking my reasons for the writing? I must indicate that I never have conscioulsy speak-wished posperity of the demand. Therefore, in the first place, I am that he is narcissistic because others appreciate my work? we did not praise others to have mental structures such as ours own?What we are the final errors outcome?Judgmental we can only be partial to the one of the reality. Nevertheless, how can one progress without the aid of a master and references such as "the speech in methods" and "critical in pure thoughts"? I really vacillate when reading Kant hardly some minutes every night, later answering the messages of the forums litteral in (philosophy and poems) the net speech of which: a forum opened for a great number necessarily automatically does not offer honnesty intellectual, nor quality: it is the annoying anonymous expression. As you can flow have noticed, I literary rendez-vous has continued with ours correspondance! I will keep it for above unless you do not wish a. Corresponding with years of professor"50 of my old French "more ahead, they give great undescribable pleasure me. Nevertheless, you do not have to get tired: I take his time, I annoy wait..Waiting... The life is but a long delay... remembers a handful to me of the sand that escapes of the hand of a boy: the borders of times have the oceans in where they disappear great torments by always. And sometimes, uniform memories. Briefly, like a boy, we lived the present at every small precious moment that belongs instantaneously to us: the concientious capacity and extraordinary "EAST '" in this inmensurable indefinite dimension: limitless limits. Is that one the object that maintains our ideas... or the opposite? Even if this reality would escape to us as the sand in the hand of the boy: the infinitesimal one would answer in the base of the universe; a great space for the "insensible one", "the knowledge" and "renaissance"in everything: the thousands condemned to metamorphosis: the human existence dispersed in winds and the waves would surely lose the ways to the certainty in the daily life. Personally, closing the eyes exhalo in the deep breathing of the Univers, the unique voice that knows to take the care from my ': it has given it is breathing... that I hear that she and I felt perfectly well... With that one in mind, it is not mined due to my mental integrity, my professor more beloved, my feet stand solidly with the Ba of the Ba! and 1 + 1 = 3. And there you have it, referring to the loom to jacquar. You have noticed probably here my love of the critic as of my younger days. Also I adore the fine that have supper and the frivolities. I will speak of that in one more a last date. Mr. professor, I wait its following letter, and kindkly acceptance my deeper desires. Its old student. Pierre Wattebled

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