July 2027 Paris conference features To the Lighthouse
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Oslo in June. Paris in July. And Virginia Woolf at both. Next year two
international conferences focused on Virginia Woolf will be held in Europe.
The firs...
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happy new year x
Cada día es diferente al anterior, cada segundo es diferente al siguiente, tu destino...será mejor cada momento.
Sigue adelante con fuerza y con optimismo.
Un fuerte abrazo y feliz año nuevo :)
Cáceres.
Cáceres, Vindhya
Muchas gracias a las dos :) Un besito muy grande y los mejores deseso para este nuevo año. Happy New Year!!
Besoss
Un destino más por descubrir....
;)
Besos....
Cáceres.
Cáceres, sí, la verdad es que este año me encontraré con mi destino. Todo lo voy a cambiar: me voy a dedicar en exclusiva a escribir y a leer. Veremos lo que me deparará!!
¿Y tú?
Besoss miles
Yo....aprender
Besos.
Cáceres.
:) :) ¡Guay!
Jejeje....eres ¡Genial!
;)
Cáceres.
La verdad es que aprender cuesta por la importancia del (des)aprender :)
Besoss
Charles Dickens decia...que "cada fracaso le enseña al hombre algo que necesitaba aprender"
No quiero volver fallar...
;)
Besos
Maravilloso :)
besoss
We have a task before us which must be speedily performed. We know that it will be ruinous to make delay. The most important crisis of our life calls, trumpet-tongued, for immediate energy and action. We glow, we are consumed with eagerness to commence the work, with the anticipation of whose glorious result our whole souls are on fire.
It must, it shall be undertaken to-day, and yet we put it off until to-morrow; and why? There is no answer, except that we feel perverse, using the word with no comprehension of the principle. To-morrow arrives, and with it a more impatient anxiety to do our duty, but with this very increase of anxiety arrives, also, a nameless, a positively fearful, because unfathomable, craving for delay.
This craving gathers strength as the moments fly. The last hour for action is at hand. We tremble with the violence of the conflict within us, — of the definite with the indefinite — of the substance with the shadow. But, if the contest have proceeded thus far, it is the shadow which prevails, — we struggle in vain. The clock strikes, and is the knell of our welfare. At the same time, it is the chanticleer-note to the ghost that has so long overawed us. It flies — it disappears — we are free. The old energy returns. We will labor now. Alas, it is too late!”
—Edgar Allan Poe
...Feliz Noche...
Besos.
Cáceres.
What a nice destiny...
Good luck, joy and happiness!
Pues allá vamos, Nano :)
Besoss y ya ves, tenemos 12 meses por delante para volver a comernos la cabeza, jijijiji
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