Walking in the darkness, playing with wind waves, feeding on the living, watching life flow dare the years, see time go by before my eyes, to see how some are born and others die, knowing death and places, and inspiring painting, swimming in a sea of \u200b\u200bblurry memories, alone, walking among the shadowy streets of eternity without a companion, finding my soul mate. Many mortals crave the I q I have wanted to be like me but do not know to be a convict is not as easy as it seems to think that being immortal is to have everything, but do not think they will see their loved ones die and have to feed on lives of others.
some grace Cause learn the wishes of a mortal wanting to belong to the underworld, not knowing what awaits them is the sole and eternal cold.
Before dying, if this can be called death, nor did he call life, used to serve the king Argos III as Captain and commander of its army, I remember the last battle at the head of that army the faces of my soldiers, I remember only the moment before my death, I felt like a knife through my stomach I saw the eyes satisfied of my enemy of my death, screaming my name Koren hard as I was slowly dying, that's when look at the black eyes Amrraim, a legendary warrior who had died years ago, was then approached me, a trait the skin of his wrist and go up to my mouth - drink! - said staring at me. my breath was short and he approached even more his bleeding wrist to my mouth - Zarek drink, drink and live! - with the little strength remaining me take your hand and began to swallow the liquid that flowed from them. I felt I needed air, the liquid burned my body, I felt pain, fear and the cold embrace of death. - Quiet Zarek, only your body dies, "said Levi watching the pain my body felt, then nothing stops the pain, I wanted more of that liquid, I could see their memories, their knowledge, their emotions dare blood. Zarek, we get up we go from here is not safe for us, "said Levi, I felt as the sun burns my eyes and prodded lightly my skin had a strange burning sensation in the throat, look Koren, looking for my body, it was like my brother, my mind then step back for him, but Levi held me back, Zarek, we do not have time for these things, then come back by then, "said my protector. walked so fast, but I did not know how it was that we moved so fast, it was difficult to understand what was happening, why being on the verge of dying from nothing to regain power? With the rapid movement between warriors and walls as we arrived at a remote castle between two mountains, he dropped me in the bed of an elegant room. -Explain what happens, because I feel better than ever, because the stinging in my throat, because that desire to drink blood, explain it! - I demanded to calm down Amrraim-Zarek, everything is explained, "my then-colleague, - dila explain to me what happens then! -.
"Well, I'll explain in a nutshell, we granted the gift of immortality, battle for your skills and your supernatural gifts, you have control over the and water will become unimaginable, a demigod immortalized at last said with an air of superiority. - Immortalized?, Koren I have to see! - I demanded my companion. -Zarek, is not yet time for him to join us before, have much to learn .- I continue without waiting for my answer. "I know that other branches have developed, as your domain on the water is spectacular, I was astonished to hear his answer, do not know what to think, was really confused \u0026lt;\u0026lt; a demigod, immortalized in the end>> not understand the reality of his words. - I have thirst! - I said without thinking, my throat felt dry and my weakness body. - I have thirst! - Scream, I looked Amrraim admired, apparently proud of what he saw - what a view?, Did not you hear me?, I have thirst! - I upset, he evokes a wry smile reason Zarek is in your mouth, you are entitled to know who you are, and you become that and that, frowned, his face was serious now. "I will tell you my story first, so you know who I am, so you know who you are, from very small I knew I was different from other children, had sensed gloriously special skills other skills, I ate a different way did not eat all kinds of food, my parents died when I was still very young, my bloodline descendants of the sons of Cain ... - Cain? - Interrupted skeptical - then that legend told of their offspring and their sin is real? - Asked, ignoring my questions and continued with his story was the seventh generation descendant of the number seven of his bloodline, thus acquired power, 'm a bloodsucker, a vampire, condemned to immortality. was very young just like you had great skills in battle, for that reason I enlisted in the army, was 20 then, was clever enough so that the king let go something like this, it was then and stand out from other soldiers and my greatest significance was between the wars, then I knew you were 15 years old then remember? - asked looking into my eyes-not now, my memories, I clearly saw little mortal your skills, - continued staring at the horizon shone through a bedroom window. "It was you my questions at this time, maybe you thought you had died, but I decided to hide and you reach maturity at age 25, had to arrive on time disappear, and that's about what I did for a while, other people should not notice my immortality, and that from that age would stop aging, so I went away and I wanted to know more about my story ; investigates legends, and myths that talked about our race, travel to different places, different cultures met, gradually learned to control my thirst, my skills and other gifts. I learned enough over the years I disappeared, I was dead-frivolous-evoke a smile was when I decided to make a my own group my blood-line continuous-clan, so I knew it would be exceptional, unique and decided to leave you gain more experience, so I was patient, and affected to let you join, you look for a long time and take care of you, would not condemn use of force, so wait until you find the right time to condemn the immortality stare me and smiled, "he began to walk toward a shelf full of luxurious clothes - what you intend me? - ask-I have become in the first of my children, my first offspring, no belly, but if blood more pure blood drink at all times, "smiled - your son? - ask-yes, my son and our family arem large and powerful, fine and genuine, distinctive and elegant I will be the leader of this clan, you as the first of my children are my heir and my right hand I embrace and kiss my forehead, you know, you always consider as well since I take care of you when your parents died, reciprocated his embrace. That's when I realized that my life had changed completely, I had become an immortal, something that never imagine to be, something unattainable, incomprehensible to human eyes.
"I'm willing to learn from you," I said almost without thinking, but my experience is little, I put my services at your disposal "Father" - he nodded "Sounds good to call me father Zarek, I really like Amrraim said looking into my eyes, holding my shoulders with their icy hands you look hungry child, come with me, I'll show you how you should feed it-
1 .- What takes this book? This book is thinking about fibromyalgia and the pain from a different perspective to the consensus for science and meddle where there is something that does not work, clearing in a unique way. It is held in an extended care practice of patients with fibromyalgia, first treated by doctors who subsequently referred to a psychiatrist. All this within a research program agreed with the doctors themselves. The central hypothesis of this book is that chronic pain without identifiable organic damage is related to the unconscious structure of the subject. Pain has taken the drift of the body, taking over this and that, permanently installed, it makes life unbearable to the patient. What is interesting and I leave for the debate, is that Santiago Castellanos transclínico speaks of a symptom, ie can do this in any structure. This prevents think fibromyalgia only, such as converting an expression in a hysterical structure. It is possible to understand, then, this symptom as an "all purpose", which brings us to the enigma of the relationship between body and language. We may wonder why this chronic pain is manifested in any structure, or rather, could it be that is the medicine which, under his gaze phenomenological unifies in a single diagnosis that is a pain radically different for each subject? understand that the work of this book is to answer this question because their intention is, in most cases, bore the significant master fibromyalgia, the unifying diagnosis, where all patients are equal before the law regulating medicine for more than assert that there are no diseases but sick. This does not mean that there are no doctors who do not follow this maxim but it is a task against the current prevailing scientific discourse that believes in the diagnostic categories at face value. Physicians who inhabit the sea islands in the dominant discourse. You can bet to make islands and then a continent.
2. A political book From what I am saying is clear, in my opinion, this book is a political book. If we understand what sustains policy Alain Badiou, "The policy is not performing as possible but politics is the creation of new possibilities" we can see that the text is a political reading of fibromyalgia that is contrary to the depoliticization of everyday life as what we live every day is exactly the realm of possibility, and this text is going to mess with the impossibility of a pain does not subside, pain that was emphasized as a real sense but showing the face of it more authentic suffers. Is a clinical trial that does not conform with the possible but aims to create new opportunities to the word via the transfer-enter the body and relieve himself. Santiago task Castellanos describes as "an operation of de-identification of the subject so he could talk about what you own and unique" is not a book innocent as it is a sharp cut with the ideology of medical discourse: there is a sore subject that, by being included in fibromyalgia as a universal categorization, is prevented from doing work on their own unconscious. Remains attached to a signifier which, although in some cases it can help the giver of identity that is going to encourage the establishment of pain in the body. This text political combat, policy for all the same thing in the medical field, takes place in any order of life: politics, economics, psychology, ethics, culture, sports, education, health, religion, social assistance are dominated by this speech. Nothing is beyond the discourse that attempts to treat the discomfort of the plugs, in the form of suggestion, deception, storytelling, imposition or violence. Thus this text is to argue that there is a confrontation between two ways of understanding the approach of discomfort. Cognitive-behavioral therapies-speech Master-that attempt an adaptation of the patient to their situation and psychoanalysis that seeks to put as northern approach to the symptom of any subjectivity of the speaking being. Is not this confrontation which we live also social as when we see how the dominant discourse wipes out any form of emancipatory politics subjecting the masses to the misery of a life lived in the solitude of his enjoyment? I think so. So psychoanalytic discourse is a subversive discourse, not revolutionary, as it aims to question the strength of love in all areas, making the construction of the ordinary not to mention the indelible mark of the unconscious and enjoyment. So the position of psychoanalysts never be a comfortable position, rather than remain exclusively in their offices thinking they do not have to do with politics. It is the discourse of psychoanalysis that goes beyond the psychoanalysts unique. also want to emphasize that this book reads an ethical position that is to say for the welfare of the patient. Search the sufferer may well say his discomfort and thus find ways of its resolution, a new departure for the "pain highway" as the figure used in this book. 3. The author Finally I want to say that this book is the fruit of the intellectual trajectory of Santiago Castellanos, but not only. It is also an expression of a course of life ranging from medicine to psychoanalysis, via the experience of the unconscious. Freud is a path: the desire to cure the non-desire to heal, the etiology of the absent cause, protector of all the unique solitude. Caretti Joaquin Rivers
Distracted life around you: dolphins, forests, seas, mountains, rivers. Do not fall as fell thy brother, who suffers from a human being when the world is 5.600 million. Also it is not so bad to live alone.
I have a good time, deciding at each moment I want to do, and thanks to the solitude I know, which is essential to live.
not fall as fell thy father, who feels it is 70 years old, forgetting that Moses led the exodus to the 80 and played like nobody Rubinstein Chopin 90. Just to mention two known cases. Not
depressed, you're distracted, so you think you lost something, which is impossible, because everything was given thee. You did not even a hair of your head so you can not own anything. And life does not take away things, frees you from things. Eases you to fly higher, to reach the fullness. From the cradle to the grave is a school, so what you call problems are lessons.
not missed anyone, who died just ahead of us, because> here we go all. Besides the better of him, love is in your heart. Who can say that Jesus is dead? There is no death, no move. On the other side waiting for you wonderful people: Gandhi, Michelangelo, Whitman, San Augustine, Mother Teresa, your grandmother and my mother, who believed that poverty is closer to love, because money distracts us too much, and distances us that makes us suspicious.
Just do what you love and be happy, and doing what he loves, is blessedly condemned to success, which will arrive when you need to go, because what should be will be, and will come naturally. Do not do anything for obligation or commitment, but for love. Then there will be full, and in the fullness anything is possible. And because it moves effortlessly natural force of life, which I raised when the plane went down with my wife and my daughter that kept me live when doctors diagnosed me 3 or 4 months of life.
God gave you a human being in charge, and you yourself. To you make you free and happy, then you can share real life with others. Remember
Jesus: "Love your neighbor as yourself." Reconciled with you, stand in front of the mirror and think you're seeing this creature is God's work, and decide now to be happy because happiness is an acquisition.
addition, happiness is not a right but a duty, because if you're not happy, these bitter to all who love you. A single man who had neither talent nor the courage to live, sent to kill six million brothers Jews.
There are so many things to enjoy and our time on earth is so short that suffering is a waste of time. We have to enjoy the winter snow and spring flowers, chocolate of Perugia, the French baguette, Mexican tacos, Chilean wine, seas and rivers, brazilian soccer, One Thousand and One Nights, Divine Comedy, Don Quixote, Pedro Páramo, boleros of Manzanero and Whitman's poetry, Mahler, Mozart, Chopin, Beethoven, Caravaggio, Rembrandt, Velasquez, Picasso and Tamayo among so many wonders.
And if you have cancer or AIDS, two things can happen and both are good, and if you win, you free the body that is so annoying: I have hunger, I have cold, I have dreams, I have wanted, I have reason, I have doubts .... and if you win, you will be humble, more grateful, therefore easily happy. Free
the tremendous burden of guilt, responsibility, and vanity, ready to live each moment deeply as it should.
're not depressed, you're unemployed. Help the child who needs you, that child will be a member of your child. Help the aged, and young people will help you when you are. In addition, the service is a certain happiness, and enjoy the nature and care for those to come. Given without measure and give you no action. Ama to become the beloved, even more to become the very love.
And do not mistake you for a few homicidal and suicidal, the majority, but it is not noticeable because it is quiet, a pump makes more noise than a touch, but for every bomb that will destroy millions of strokes which feeds life . Facundo Cabral
