Estoy pensando esto...Estoy pronto

Estoy pensando esto...

Estoy pronto a regresar a mi país, donde todo esta hirviendo.

El problema no es la pobreza, el problema es la ambición
El problema no es la política o el fútbol, el problema es el egoísmo en cada uno de nosotros.

Todos somos "políticos", todos aparentamos querer el bien general pero solo obramos para nuestro propio beneficio.
Enfermos de ambición estamos todos, llamalo “ambición" o llamalo "salvarse el culo”.
No queremos que nos maten pero eliminamos de nuestro camino a quien piensa distinto.
Queremos que nuestro equipo sea el mejor pero no nos detenemos un segundo a intentar ser mejor humano;
No nos detenemos a pedir disculpas con quien trastabillamos en la calle o a agradecerle desde la mas sincera profundidad de nuestro pecho, al kiosquero por el atado de puchos.

Queremos tener la casa ordenada pero nuestra habitación, que es nuestra intimidad, q es nuestro interior, esta completamente fuera de si.
O peor aun! desde el quilombo de nuestra habitación pretendemos que alguien nos ordene la casa mientras comemos papas fritas y nos tiramos pedos en el sillón.
Queremos que nos den y no damos ni un poco de lo que tenemos, y no hablo de dinero.
Queremos que no nos pasen por encima pero, si nadie me ve... porque no voy a pasar en rojo?
Como lograr que alguien nos cuide si no nos cuidamos ni a nosotros mismos? Porque, el de al lado sufre pero no hay tiempo a detenerse y mirarlo a los ojos porque tengo muchos asuntos que resolver en mi whatsup.

Sos Puto!
Es K!
Sos gallina!
Es pecho frio!
Sos! Sos! Es! Son! Sos! Es! Son! Son!
y... somos? como somos?
y… soy? Como soy?
Me lo pregunto? Me lo respondo? Acepto cuando hice algo mal u ofendí a alguien? Me pido disculpas sinceras por haber ofendido?

Por que lo odio a él por "ser”?
Me pregunto porque odio?
Me pregunto como no odiar?
Me doy cuenta como me lastima odiar?
Me permito aceptar empáticamente la realidad del otro?
Me pongo en los zapatos de quien piensa distinto?

No somos mas que una raza inmadura; Literalmente como un niño que no aprende a que no debe volver a meter los dedos en esos tentadores agujeritos de la pared.

Ellos hacen guerras porque pueden, nosotros eliminamos amigos de Facebook porque podemos, la actitud es la misma, elimino lo que no es mas o menos como yo. Mi ego no lo resiste entonces lo destruyo.

Parte de mi familia ya no comparte navidades porque no soportan sus opiniones políticas, yo lo único que veo ahí es puro egocentrismo inmaduro y un absoluto comando de la mente por sobre la consciencia y el amor.

Nadie se pregunta que es la mente?
Muchos tatuajes y cartelitos mañaneros en Facebook sobre vivir el presente y nadie sabe que es la mente?
Que es la mente?
Te lo preguntas?
Te desafio…. Dibujame la mente! Yo no puedo aún, y eso que hace años que la observo pero no puedo dibujarla; Podría decirte con claridad que es un ser vivo semejante a un lobo que esta detrás de los arboles de mi cabeza esperando verme tropezar para atacarme y lastimarme con la angustia y la ira.
Y esa mente a la que no le das bola es quien te controla.

Creo que todo esto es porque no aprendemos que no somos eternos, no aprendemos que somos un suspiro de energía que sale de ese pedo que se tiró el universo.
Ni mas ni menos.! Somos lo que un pedo en una hermosa canasta.

y no aprendemos! No hay caso.

Saludo Maya: “Yo soy otro tu”… “Tu eres otro yo”…
Cuando vamos a entender que somos lo mismo y nos pinchamos el ombligo si dañamos al otro?
Nunca…esta claro...

Porque si el chofer de el bondi me habla mal, me cargo de ira, lo insulto, lo odio, alimento esa ira con más ira y, con altura y una sonrisa, lo trato de infeliz y resentido por la vida de mierda que le tocó, o que eligió para vivir!

El mecanismo es el siguiente: Absorbo ira, compongo ira y proyecto ira, q no solo la recibe el chofer, sino que contagiamos a los 23 pasajeros que nos rodean para que nuestra obra de malestar se esparza a las demás personas que se crucen con ellos ese día.
Todo porque? Porque yo quería demostrar que la tenia mas grande! Porque nuestro ego no nos permite tener un poco de empatía y sentido común para entender que ahí no hay nada que ganar.

"Perdónales, Padre, porque no saben lo que hacen” dijo alguien por ahí…
Cuando veo tanto odio en una discusión política, en una discusión de fútbol… naturalmente esa frase viene a mi mente… realmente no sabemos lo que hacemos.
Estamos tan conectados a nuestra mente y a nuestro Instagram que no sabemos lo que hacemos mientras la vida pasa y los arboles están ahí junto al río.

La politica me sobrepasa, realmente, no es mi terreno, me cuesta mucho entender los dimes y diretes de las “estrategias” políticas, porq antes que q todo eso, solo veo personas, veo seres humanos, algunos honestos, otros completamente tomados por la ambición, pero solo veo humanos, iguales a mi, iguales a los Turcos y a los Thailandeses, humanos que hacemos lo que podemos.

Es triste; si me despego por un momento de la alegría y la fascinación que tengo por vivir, es triste y estoy sinceramente asustado, no solo por lo que nos espera con nuestro próximo dirigente en la cúpula social, sino por lo que me espera en el día a día al salir de mi casa.
Es muy triste, no le temo tanto a los ¨políticos¨ ni a los posibles ¨ladrones", tristemente a quien le temo es a nosotros mismos, los Argentinos.
Y eso no depende de si “cambiamos” o si seguimos con “el modelo”.

Las emociones son contagiosas, esta completamente comprobado, y temo contagiarme de el odio y el enojo (completamente justificado) que hay en nosotros.

Por mi parte no puedo eliminar a quien no piensa como yo, por mi parte no puedo irme en moto a liberar Cuba, por mi parte no puedo volver bosteros a los gallinas, por mi parte solo puedo intentar se honesto conmigo mismo para poder serlo con los demás.

Solo quiero, y no es fácil, contagiar bienestar para todos.

Te imaginas la Argentina apestada de bienestar?

... y pensar que solo depende de un par de enfermos que se les ocurra salir a contagiarla

ผลลัพธ์ (อังกฤษ) 1:

I'm thinking this...I am soon to return to my country, where everything is boiling.The problem is not poverty, the problem is the ambition The problem is not the policy or the football, the problem is selfishness in each of us.All we are 'political', all performing love the good overall but only act for our own benefit. Sick of ambition are all, call it "ambition" or call it "save your ass". We don't want to kill us but we remove from our way who thinks different. We want our team to be the best, but we don't stop us a second to try to be better We do not stop to apologize with whom we trastabillamos on the street or thank you from the most sincere depth of our chest, to the kiosquero by tying of puchos away. We want to have the House tidy but our room and that our intimacy, q is our interior, is completely out of if. Or worse yet! from the quilombo of our room we intend that someone ordered the House while we eat French fries and throw us farts in the armchair. We want to give us and don't give even a little of what we have, and I'm not talking about money. Do we want that we do not pass above but, if anyone sees me... because I am not going to go red? How do I get to someone we care if we don't take care neither to ourselves? Because, the of side suffers, but there's no time to stop and look him in the eye because I have many issues to solve in my whatsup.You're fucking! It's K! You're chicken! It is a chest cold! Sos! Sos! It is! They are! Sos! It is! They are! They are! and... we are? How are we? and... I am? How am I? I wonder what? I answer it I? I agree when I did something evil or offended someone? Do I I apologise sincerely for having offended?For that I hate it to "being"? I wonder because I hate? I wonder as not to hate? Do I realize it hurts I hate? I accept the reality of the other empathic? I put in the shoes of those who think different? We are not more than a unripe race; Literally as a child who does not learn that must not again put fingers in those tempting holes in the wall. They make wars because they can, we delete Facebook friends because we can, the attitude is the same, delete what is not more or less like me. My ego does not resist then destroyed it.Part of my family already does not share Christmas because they do not support their political opinions, I only thing I see there is pure immature self-centeredness and an absolute command of the mind above the consciousness and love.Anyone wondering what the mind? Do many tattoos and morning welcome on Facebook about living the present and nobody knows what the mind? What is the mind? Are you wondering? Tea challenge... Dibujame mind! I can not even, and that years ago I see it but I can not draw it; I could tell you clearly that it is a living being similar to a wolf that is behind the trees in my head waiting to see me stumbling to attack me and hurt me with anguish and anger. And that mind which you don't give ball is who controls you.I think that this is because we do not learn that we are not eternal, we learn that we are a sigh of energy coming from the fart that pulled the universe. Or more or less.! We are what a fart in a beautiful basket. and we do not learn! There is no case.Mayan greeting: "I am another you"... "You are another me"...When are going to understand that we are the same and click us navel if we damage the other? It is never clear...Because if the driver of the bondi speaks to me wrong, charge me anger, insult it, I hate it, food that anger with more anger, and height and a smile, I try to unhappy and resentful for the life of shit that touched her, or that chose to live! The mechanism is as follows: I Absorbo anger, compose anger and project anger, q not only the driver receives it, but that we have the 23 passengers who surround us so that our work of unrest spread to other people that intersect with them that day. All because? Because I wanted to prove that I had more big! Because our ego does not allow us to have a bit of empathy and common sense to understand there is no nothing to gain."Forgive them, father, for they know not what they do" said someone out there... When I see so much hatred in a political discussion, a discussion of football... naturally that phrase comes to mind... really do not know what we do. We are so connected to our mind and our Instagram that we do not know what do while life passes and the trees are there along the river.Policy exceeds I, really, it's not my field, I can hardly understand the dimes and bickering of the political "strategies", porq rather than q all of that, I only see people, I see human beings, some honest, other fully taken up by ambition, but I only see human, equal to me, equals to the Turks and the Thai, human that we do what we can.It is sad; If I took off for a moment of joy and fascination that I have to live, it is sad and I'm honestly scared, not only by what we expect our next leader in the social Dome, but by what awaits me in day to day out of my house. It is very sad, I do not fear you both to the ¨politicos¨ or the possible ¨ladrones"fear who sadly is ourselves, the Argentines. And that does not depend on whether we "change" or if we continue with "the model".Emotions are contagious, this completely verified, and I fear getting the hate and the (completely justified) anger that is in us.For my part can not remove who do not think like me, for my part I can not go in moto to liberate Cuba, for my part I can not return bosteros the hens, just myself I can try to honest with myself to be able to be with others.I just want to, and it is not easy, getting welfare for all. Can you imagine the pestilent Argentina's welfare?... and to think that only depends on a couple of patients who can think them out to catch it

ผลลัพธ์ (อังกฤษ) 2:

I'm thinking this ... I am ready to return to my country, where everything is boiling. The problem is not poverty, the problem is greed The problem is not politics or football, the problem is selfishness in each of us. We are all "political" all pretend to want the general good but only we act for our own benefit. Sick of ambition are all, call it "ambition" or call him "save his ass." We do not want to kill us but we remove from our path those who think differently. We want our team to be the best but do not stop one second to try to be better human; we do not stop to apologize with whom trastabillamos on the street or most sincere thank you from the depth of our chest, to kiosquero by tying butts. We want to have the house tidy but our room, it is our intimacy, q is within, is completely beside himself. Or worse! quilombo from our room we pretend that someone ordered the house while eating fries and lounged on the couch farts. We want to give us and not give even a little of what we have, and do not talk about money. We want not us go over, but if nobody sees me ... because I will not go red? How to make someone care if we do not take care or ourselves? Because the next suffers but no time to stop and look at him because I have many issues to resolve in my whatsup. Sos Puto! Is K! Sos chicken! Is chest cold! Sos! Sos! Is! They are! Sos! Is! They are! They are! and ... we? as we are? and ... am I? As I am? I'm asking? I answer me? I agree when I did something wrong or offended anyone? I ask sincerely apologize for offending? Because I hate him for "being"? I wonder why hate? I wonder how not to hate? I realize how I hurt hate? Let me emphatically accept the reality of the other? I get in shoes who think differently? Are not we more than an immature race;. Literally like a child who does not learn to not be put back fingers on those tempting little holes in the wall They make wars because they can, we remove Facebook friends because we can, the attitude is the same, I remove what is not more or less like me. My ego does not resist then I destroyed it. Some of my family no longer shares Christmases that do not support their political opinions, the only thing I see there is pure immature selfishness and absolute command of the mind on consciousness and love. No wonder it is the mind? Many tattoos and mañaneros cartelitos on Facebook about living in the present and nobody knows which is the mind? That is the mind ? you ask? I dare .... Draw me mind! I can not, and that for years the watch but I can not draw it; I could tell you clearly that it is a living being like a wolf who is behind the trees of my head waiting for me to stumble to attack and hurt me with anguish and anger. And that mind to which you do not give ball is who controls you . I think this is because they learn that we are not eternal, we learn that we are a breath of energy that comes out of that fart threw the universe. Neither more nor less.! We are what a fart in a beautiful basket. and do not learn! No case. Wave Maya: "I am another you" ... "You are another me" ... ? When we go to understand that we are the same and we punctured the navel if we harm the other never ... is clear ... Because if the driver Bondi me to speak ill, took care of wrath, insult, hate, food that anger with more anger and height and a smile, treat him unhappy and resentful for life fucking touched him, or he chose ! to live The mechanism is as follows: I absorb anger, I compose anger and wrath project, q not only receives the driver, but who contract the 23 passengers around us for our work of unrest from spreading to other persons cross with them that day. Everything that? Because I wanted to prove that he had bigger! Because our ego does not allow us to have a little empathy and common sense to understand that there's nothing to gain. "Forgive them Father, for they know not what they do" said someone out there ... When I see so much hatred in a political discussion, in a discussion of football ... of course that phrase comes to mind ... not really know what we do. We are so connected to our minds and Instagram do not know what we do while life happens and the trees are there along the river. The policy beyond me, really, it's not my field, I can hardly understand the bickering of political "strategies", porq before q all that, I only see people, I see humans, some honest, some completely taken by ambition ., but I see only human, like me, like those Turks and thailandés, humans do what we can It's sad, if I took off for a moment of joy and fascination that I have to live, it is sad and I am sincerely scared, not only for what lies ahead with our next leader in social leadership, but for what awaits me in the day to leave my house. It's sad, afraid not so much a political or potential thieves ", sadly whom I fear is ourselves, Argentine. And that does not depend on whether "change" or continue with "the model." Emotions are contagious, is fully proven, and I fear I catch of hatred and anger (fully justified) that is in us. For my part I can not eliminate those who do not think like me, for my part I can not go by motorcycle to liberate Cuba, for one can not go back to bosteros hens, For my part I can only try to be honest with myself to be with others. I just want to, and not easy, spreading prosperity for all. Can you imagine the Argentina stinking welfare? ... and think it just depends on a couple of sick they can think to spread it out

ผลลัพธ์ (อังกฤษ) 3:

I'm Thinking this...

I am soon to return to my country, where everything is boiling. The problem is not the Poverty, the problem is the Ambition and the problem is not Politics or football, the problem is the selfishness in each one of us. We are all "Political," All think we want Good general but only for our own benefit.
we are all sick of Ambition,Call It "Ambition" or call it "Saved your ass".
We don't Kill our way but we who thinks differently.
we want our team to be the best but we do not stop for a second to try to be a Better Man;
we do not apologize for who trastabillamos in the street or the most sincere thank you from the depth of our ChestThe shopkeeper by tying Smokes.

but we want to have the House Tidy our room, our privacy, our q is inside, it is completely out of you.
or worse! From the mess of our room, we ordered the house while we Eat Fries and Farts on the couch.
And we don't want to give us a bit of what we have, and I'm not talking about money. We do not want to go over, but if no one sees me... Because I'm not going to spend in red?
as someone who cares whether or not We Ourselves? Because the next to suffer but there's no time to stop and look at your eyes because I have many problems to solve in my WhatsUp.

You're fucking!
is K!
you Chicken!
is Chest Cold!
sos! Sos! It is! They are! Sos! It is! They are! They are!
and... We are? As we are?
and... Am I? As I Am?
I Wonder? I answer? When I did something wrong or offended someone? I apologize Sincerely for having offended?

because I hate him for "Being"? And I wonder why I Hate?
I wonder how not to Hate?
I realize as I Hate Hurting?
I would emphatically to accept the reality of the other?
I put in the Shoes of those who think differently?

we are no more than a Race immature; literally as a child does not learn to must not return to get his fingers in those holes in the Great Wall.

they make Wars because we can, because we can Facebook friends, the attitude is the same.Delete what is not more or less like me. My Ego is then destroyed it.

part of my family no longer Shared Christmas because they can't stand their political opinions, I only see that there is pure immature Self centeredness and an absolute command of the mind on the consciousness and Love. Nobody asks what is the Mind?
Many tattoos and signs in mornings on Facebook Live the present and no one knows what is the Mind? - What is the Mind?
I ask?
I challenge you... Stop the Mind! I can't yet, and that the observed years ago but I can't Draw it;I could tell you clearly that it is a living being that is similar to a Wolf Behind Trees waiting to see me Face my head to attack me and hurt me with anguish and Anger.
and that mind to you ball is who controls you.

I think this is because we do not learn that we are not Eternal,There we learn that a Sigh of energy that leaves the fart that threw the Universe.
neither more nor less. We are what a fart in a beautiful basket.

and not learn! There is no case greeting: "Maya.

I am Another You", "You're another I
"... When we understand that we are the same and Punctured the Navel if we hurt each other? This of course never


...Because if the driver of the Bondi Speaks to me bad, I was Anger, insult, I Hate food that anger with Anger and with height and a smile, I was unhappy and embittered by the shit Life touched him, or chose to Live!

the mechanism is as follows: absorb Anger, Anger and Wrath compose Project, Q not only receives the driverBut from the 23 passengers around us so that our work of unrest spread to other people that cross with them all that day. - Why? Because I wanted to demonstrate that had larger! Because our ego does not allow us to have a bit of empathy and common sense to understand that there is nothing to win.
"Forgive them, Father,For they know not what they do "said someone there...
when I See hatred in a political discussion, in a discussion of football, it comes to my mind, really do not know what we do.
are so connected to our minds and our Instagram we not know what we do as life happens and there are Trees along the River.

policy is beyond me,Actually, IT's not my Field, I find it hard to understand the bickering of "Strategies" Policies, because before that everything that I See, just see people, Human Beings, some honest, others completely taken by ambition, but I only see my Human, equal to equal to the Turks and the Thai Human, It's SAD.

;If I took off for a moment of Joy and fascination that I have to Live, I am truly sad and frightened, not only for what awaits us with our next leader in the Dome, but by what Awaits Me in the day when I left home.
is very sad, not you I'm afraid the ¨políticos¨ or Possible ¨ladrones "sadly, who fear is ourselves,Argentines.
and it depends on whether we continue with "Change" or "The Model".

Emotions are Contagious, and it is fully proven, fear of ANGER (justified) in US. For My Part I can't delete who don't Think Like I, for my part, I can't go on Bike to liberate CubaFor my part, I can't go back to the Bosteros Chickens, I can only try to be honest with myself to be with others.

I only, and is not easy to spread well-being for all.

you imagine Argentina Misfit of well-being?

... And to think that only depends on a couple of sick leave that happens to pass it