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Two nights for me have always had a special meaning: Twelfth Night and the Night of San Juan. Each with its distinct motivation, basically, they are still a mirage with which to pay off debts, or simply hope to have a catharsis.
Despite the circumstances, or rather because of them, there will be a night of celebration today ... but that does not stop dreaming and to clean the closet of the soul.
is a night to get rid of old junk, to burn the old furniture and knick-knacks, at least that's what we did in my childhood, but with the passing of the years I have come to realize it is something else.
And that something else involves cleaning out the backpack we carry on his back, throw it unusable, cast off ... in a word, build a bonfire and burn it all evil, malicious, pernicious, with which we have been filled during the year.
may seem childish ... but it is very healthy ... Happy
fires ...!!!! The
illustrating this discussion is taken from Rock-Cuiper blog ... and I thought it wonderful.
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