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I arrive in Madrid at eight o’clock in the morning. I will only be here a few hours, so it’s not worth phoning friends and arranging to see them. I decide to go for a walk alone in my favourite places, and I end up sitting smoking a cigarette on a bench in the Retiro Park. ‘You look miles away,’ says an old man, joining me on the bench. ‘Oh, I’m here,’ I say, ‘but I’m sitting on this same bench with a painter friend of mine, Anastasio Ranchal, 24 years ago in 1986. We are both watching my wife, Christina, who has had a bit too much to drink and is trying to dance the flamenco.’ ‘Enjoy your memories,’ says the old man. ‘But don’t forget that memory is like salt: the right amount brings out the flavour in food, too much ruins it. If you live in the past all the time, you’ll find yourself with no present to remember.’ http://laexpatriada.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/palace.jpg

Don't kill the time in spite of the fact that the time is killing you.

Haters are confused admirers who can't understand why everybody loves you.

As a young man, the painter Henri Matisse used to pay a weekly visit to the great Renoir in his studio. When Renoir was afflicted by arthritis, Matisse began to visit him daily, taking him food, brushes, paints, but always trying to persuade the master that he was working too hard and needed to rest a little. One day, noticing that each brushstroke made Renoir cry out with pain, Matisse could contain himself no longer: ‘Master, you have already created a vast and important body of work, why continue torturing yourself in this way?’ ‘Very simple,’ Renoir replied. ‘Beauty remains, but pain passes.’ http://www.recover-from-grief.com/images/renoir-painting.jpg

Lecture pour les etudiants de Francais: http://www.cyberpresse.ca/le-droit/

Lecture pour les etudiants en droit: http://www.droit.org/ http://www.educaloi.qc.ca/loi/ Animation: http://www.vie-publique.fr/decouverte_instit/animations/loi/Anim3.htm

You put the pieces of a puzzle together far better than most. Having new ideas and methods to propose will set you apart from your competitors who only have an academic, textbook understanding of things - and none of your intuitive insight. You never do things the way others expect you to do, for you have a brilliant way of knowing what's next. ...the odd one, too far ahead of the curve for anyone to listen to, so you shrugged and went your merry way. Aquarius never cares if others understand them or not - they just keep going on the path they feel compelled to follow. /By Susan Miller/

"Il y a trois qualités déterminantes qui font l’homme politique: la passion; le sentiment de la responsabilité; le coup d’œil" (M. Weber)

« Le type le plus pur de domination légale est la domination par le moyen de la direction administrative bureaucratique » (M. Weber)

Life goes by anticipating major and minor events while it is to be lived every moment of it.

The only power you have is the power of your decisions.

To err is human, unless your errors destroy you.

All of us are aware of fear, but passion makes us fearless.

Many years ago, there lived a man who was capable of loving and forgiving everyone he came across. Because of this, God sent an angel to talk to him. ‘God asked me to come and visit you and tell you that he wishes to reward you for your goodness,’ said the angel. ‘You may have any gift you wish for. Would you like the gift of healing?’ ‘Certainly not,’ said the man. ‘I would prefer God to choose those who should be healed.’ ‘And what about leading sinners back to the path of Truth?’ ‘That’s a job for angels like you. I don’t want to be venerated by anyone or to serve as a permanent example.’ ‘Look, I can’t go back to Heaven without having given you a miracle. If you don’t choose, I’ll have to choose one for you.’ The man thought for a moment and then said: ‘All right, I would like good to be done through me, but without anyone noticing, not even me, in case I should commit the sin of vanity.’ So the angel arranged for the man’s shadow to have the power of healing, but only when the sun

What is treason? Walking down the street, the prophet asked: “aren’t we all children of the same Eternal Father?” The multitude agreed. And the prophet went on: “and if that is so, why do we betray our brother?” A boy who was watching asked his father: “what does betray mean?” “It means to trick your companion in order to gain a certain advantage.” “And why do we betray our companion?” insisted the boy. “Because in the past somebody began all that. Ever since then, nobody knows how to stop the wheel. We are always betraying or being betrayed.” “Then I won’t betray anyone,” said the boy. And so he did. He grew up and suffered a lot during his life, but kept his promise. His children suffered less and endured fewer hardships. His grandchildren did not suffer at all.

In search of rain After four years of drought in the little village, the parish priest gathered everybody to make a pilgrimage to the mountain; there they would join in communal prayer to ask for rain. In the middle of the group the priest noticed a boy all wrapped up in warm clothes and covered by a raincoat. “Are you crazy?” he asked. “It hasn’t rained in this region for five years and you’ll die of the heat climbing the mountain!” “I’ve got a cold, father. If we are going to pray to God for rain, can you imagine the climb back down? The downpour is going to be so heavy that it’s better to be prepared.” And only after these words a loud roar was heard in the sky and the first drops began to fall. The faith of a boy was enough to work a miracle that thousands of men were praying for.

Life is like a big bike race where the goal is to fulfill you personal legend. At the start, we are riding together, sharing the camaraderie and enthusiasm. But as the race progresses, the initial joy gives way to the real challenges: tiredness, monotony and doubts about our own abilities. We notice that some have withdrawn. They are still running, but only because they cannot stop in the middle of a road. They are numerous, pedaling alongside the support car, talking to each other and performing only their obligations. Eventually we distance ourselves from them and we are forced to face the loneliness and the surprises of the unknown curves with the bikes. And after a while, we begin to wonder if it’s worth the effort. Yes, it is worth it. Just don’t quit.

You are free, but you have to choose. An open oven bakes no bread.