Dirty Way

THE TEMPLE OF THE DEATH In the spectral city, I look for a temple, Mrs. with a grandfather delicacy and mother, Indicated me the temple of the death, Indicated me an old Dirty priest of soul and body, the priest indicated me a house, which I remembered Who took care of to me in this house, Was a young that did not want to say where it was the temple, No matter how hard I appealed I abandoned house when I sighted some young, Against which I thought that it could use Some artifices and appeals, Without effort, resistance some, They had indicated me the way For the temple of the death. The way was embrenhou in awful forest With airs, the way plastered, In extensive valeta of more the least Three palmos and way, that is, the half of a hollow Valeta probably led to the temple of the death. I walked for it, Until I felt my legs to stop, Although valeta still to possess the same width. Credit: Gen. Martin Dempsey-2011. I thought about giving up to arrive at the temple of the death, But I looked at above of valeta, had a way, It was for where I arrived at the temple of the death. Of a side of the road it was the hall of the decapitated ones, Of the other side of the road The hall of objects of ertica purpose and the hints libidinous people of the dummies, That to the first sight I thought that they were human. My idea of temple of the death was not this. I walked disappointed for the road, I found people the way of the temple, Passed in alerting them of that it did not have the such temple of the death that they looked for, But soon I thought there, that what that people looked for, perhaps Was accurately what I found there.

Already distant, I read the language of the symbols That had been in my mind, and understood. Jonas Correa Martins J.Nunez The imparcialismo Jonas Corra Martins is the poet of the misticismo, the ocultismo, the conscientious experience in metaphysics and of it lives deeply of the espiritualidade. He is the poet of this time of religious freedom and globalizada culture, multiculturalismo time where the religions if establish in the esoteric knowledge. He is poet without physical body and its you live deeply are Metaphysical. Poet of the objective subjectivity and the conscientious abstract realism, its poetry at nor a moment is unconscious flow of thoughts and for more abstract than can seem, in this poet live deeply exist it of this Metaphysical reality. If it does not have to confuse its experiences it are of the physical body with mere constructions and semantic jugglings, it is still more serious confundiz it with unconscious subjetivismo.

Emotional Intelligence

It seems undeniable that certain level of conflict, is inherent to the relations in the educative scope, in the personal relations, the labor relations, as well as in the family and by extension in the society, whatever cell that we examine; what it does not seem so undeniable is, that the violence has to be the way of resolution of these differences. Nevertheless to nobody happens unnoticed of which he is the favourite by some, and by that, like society, we are paying a too high invoice. From different scopes one works to obtain the diminution of the violence: laws and courts of sort, laws of risks that they try to prevent mobbing, action in the school that they look for to stop bullying, installation of video cameras to pillage to the aggressors and to put them before justice, hardening of the norms of conduction, the pains by drug traffic, and until proposals of life imprisonment for the sexual aggressors of minors. Nevertheless, judging by the results, it seems that this it is not the straight way but. Much more directed they seem to be all those that say that as much violent answer is fruit of emotional illiteracy that seems to increase, and that a lifted emotional coefficient is so important in the development of a person (or more), than a lifted intellectual coefficient, and that, against which usually it thinks, these emotional capacities, can and they are due to teach. And it never is behind schedule.

Because the violent answer always, and unequivocally, is born from the ignorance of one same one, on not wanting to take responsibility than one it is living, of not wanting to watch for inside and always blaming outside, of not accepting itself to one same one to the one hundred percent, of a low self-esteem, a total absence of empathy. Something so evident, and that always it has been the main indicator than always has been denominated maturity, now agrees to rescue it and to remember it, since those proliferate that constantly need the recognition and other people's admiration, those that require constant attention, eglatras, those that make depend their well-being to feel important, those that by all means think that its pair is a property, hers, those that, really, are incapable to put themselves in the place of the other. Recently, professor Sanmartn, director of the Center Queen Sofia was asked for this height of the violence in the answers that gave the young people, and responded: if they are not put limits in the familiar scope are created tyrants, egoistic and beings without scruples able to commit atrocities. For that we are more creciditos, we always have left reeducation, to develop our Emotional Intelligence, training much new abilities and capacities, to face the normal problems of our lives without needing to make use of the violence.

The Ones

It does not have authenticity, freedom, nor to know, only reproduction. The author poeticalally describes that ' ' in the kingdom of the thoughts, we are incorporal espritos, without gravity and necessity. Therefore, bigger happiness in the land of what does not exist that one that a productive spirit beautiful finds in itself exactly at the moments felizes.' ' E, we can add: that such joy occurs in special, when if is thinking and producing mentally its proper one to know, as a ruminant of ideas. The thought must be written to materialize the growth of the proper one to be pensante. In the third text, On the writing and the style, we are presented the two types of writers: the ones that they write in function of the subject and the ones that they write for writing; the first ones, had ruminated its thoughts; while the seconds, need money. As soon as somebody to perceive that a workmanship is superficial, must play it is, therefore the time is precious.

The people read the new, journalistic and the compendiums, made as plaster molds. She must yourself be read browse-quality, in the proper source, adentrando itself in the thought of the true founder and finder of a theory, to sail in the wild sea of the ideas developed for the thinker, instead of riding the domesticated animal. We do not have to read workmanships on Goethe, but to read workmanships of Goethe. The great mass of workmanships is pssima and not it must have been written. An immortal workmanship requires qualities special, conquering the reader immediately. The style is the fisionomia of the spirit genius and literato, having to prevent the preciosismo, the searched carefully one, the enigmatic one, the tedious one, the superfluous one, the subjective one, the truncated one, the subordinated conjuncts and the neologism. With this focus a theory of the writing is presented, that encloses some questions related to the construction of the text by means of the systematic exposition of the thought, of clear and direct form, as the proper style defended in the texts.