Pilar Sánchez Vicente

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

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changes in the Arab Writers' Association

"A wave of change in the Arab world erupted in the early twenty-first century ..." books will pray for our grandchildren to refer to events that we are living and being triggered if we look at the butterfly effect, the immolation a fruit bowl. The straw that broke the camel, eye according to the data and published sources, was that a (female) police to mock him, not being a cop, but as a woman it's the worst that can happen, the lowest, a man in the Arab world.

one hand, travels to the joy you see as the population goes out and gets overthrow despotic regimes. The Arab world is experiencing a political upheaval driven by anger against corrupt leaders and the gap created between these rulers enriched and a youth with no future. Tunisia, Egypt, Yemen, Jordan ... the tsunami threatens political dynasties Gulf and spread into Asia.

Given the absolute impossibility of predicting the future and the relative possibility that the result is, as in Iran, "who will come after me will do me good, some thoughts.

Muslim fundamentalists seem to hide the hand. Scares me. It is true that the riots start, mainly young, hopefully have their May 68 and hit the French Revolution. Solving. But he landed in Tunis and imam of the day, received praise and smell of crowds. With the church we have encountered. At worst, these young people communicate over the Internet are expected tomorrow fundamentalist, no trace of the freedoms that are at risk of dying in the streets and squares.

Moreover, these rulers were supported by the U.S. and Europe. They were dictators, but "our" dictators. The international community is torn between timid statements against them and support for insurgent movements with small mouth. What role does take now? Would have to see the cables from embassies ...

And speaking of roles, you can not neglect the Internet, Twitter, the Network Caralibro ... Something like Wikileaks which speaks of new forms of communication, information, organization, action. What remains to be seen in this brand new century ...

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The path of experience

T period poem should begin and end with beauty wisdom. (...) Has ever said that the important thing is not to write the poem, but to live. When the experience is really intense put it into words is very simple, as they emerge with urgency and fluidity: as a raging torrent that becomes a stream first and then gentle river. "I extract these words of introduction signed by Colodrón in the book of Thich Nhat Hanh "Call me by my true names."

Thich Nhat Hanh is a Vietnamese Buddhist monk who was once nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize for his contribution to the end of the war and reconciliation in Vietnam. I continue to quote: " It took several years to soak in the content of these poems whose depth allows them to be stripped of all artifice, however, from the first moment I knew I wanted to translate and give the reader the opportunity in English to share experiences and insight into one of the few spiritual teachers alive, it's not going to master, but a simple monk. "

After this beautiful introduction, I share with you another of the poems in this Master who, like all his poetry is not only steeped in beauty and wisdom, but of simplicity, strength, inspiration and peace.

Twenty-four hours from scratch.

waking this morning, I see the blue sky.
One my hands in thanks
for the many wonders of life
by having twenty-four hours in total new to me.
the sun dawns.
The forest becomes my full attention
bathed by the sun.

Road in a field between sunflowers.
Tens of thousands of flowers face east bright.
My Mindfulness is like the sun.
My hands planted seeds for the next harvest.
My ear is filled by the sound of the rising tide.
In a splendid sky, emerging cheerfully
clouds everywhere.
I can see the fragrant lotus pond in my hometown.
I can see the crocodiles along the rivers.
I can see the rice fields that stretch and stretch,
laughing in the sun and rain.
Mother Earth gives us coriander, basil, celery and mint.
Tomorrow the hills and mountains of the country
will be green again.
outbreaks of life tomorrow will be opened soon.
Popular poetry is as sweet as the rhymes. Thich Nhat Hanh

"Call me by my true names."