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THE ETERNAL CLUB MATE


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Aleksander Nagi long ago sent me this letter, I had it on his blog THE SONG OF THE FLOWER, Aleksander is one of those people who writes from the sensibility of his heart, his poems, as his writings, take a load important feelings and makes us remember with great affection by the year 2007, when a bunch of people, we began to know us, and we were a little big family.

Some moved away, new ones came, but people who impregnated my heart stayed there forever, Alexander was one of them, and I want to thank for allowing me to publish your writing. Nothing better than taking a return to the blog mate ... You can take the mate?

Thursday July 19, 2007

... The Eternal Club Mate

I think so, being "mater" is something very special ... I think it's a life style
is not given to all people ... The club
Matero, for me, is like a brotherhood ... It is a circle which in
energy and feel that you share more about who you surround
at this time. The hours passed, the conversations flow, the emotions
distances grow and become shorter ...
Mate youth makes me remember the hills near Mount Hermon
(Haramun in Arabic) ...

In August and September (Aab and Aylul in Arabic) of all Years
are the months of harvest and the preparations of
products consumed during the winter wheat,
jams, vinegar, dairy products, cheese and
"labne (Lebanese curd), fruits and dried vegetables and a range of
Delicias made by the ancient traditions of knowledge ...

But for me there was a very special day, this was the day of Preparation
cheese. This began at eight o'clock at night,
When pastors delivered the sheep and goat milk fresh
cow, pouring these in a copper pot-type container. The Grandmother
stirring the milk with rennet Specific
handcrafted in the area, covered the pot with a thin cloth and Mandaba
us to sleep ...


The dream for me was a very remote to achieve ... The
emotions of a young man of 11 years are of great tenacity ...
To my view the process and stand beside my grandmother making cheese was a privilege
. Help as possible, learn the art of manual
Development is also a dream that I was negotiating with the Pillow
nor weakened the resistance of the body after a long day
games ...

At half past four steps was the woman of the Special
universe. A woman in constant struggle with the finality
granite, put the trays receiving bunches of
cheese squeezed between your fingers to the traditional way, put them in rows
means lying to make the process run its
drain
Way ... My person would make it mate, I was taking
Keeping it in my hand and of course receiving
instructions to make it better ... I liked his mate bitter, hot and
in abundance. Therefore, she chose the Totumos who sowed, the
drying, the cleaned and roasted for the final out. After
caramel throw them and healed them smoke inside, leaving
a distinctive flavor and aroma and unforgettable ...

My grandmother, this light that I see everyday fade (which
for 15 years, 3 months and 19 days not seen or story with your hugs and kisses with his
), left me this art, art making, make, share and enjoy


mate ... And finally take this opportunity to invite mate in honor of all
Their makers and in honor of its inventors. Long live the club mate,
Long live the land that produces and long life to its ranks of honor
Fans and supporters ... ... Health
Aleksander


DEEZER SILENCED:


The Mate is not a drink. Well, yes. Is a liquid and enters the mouth. But it's not a drink.
in this country mate because nobody takes thirsty. It is rather a habit, like scratching.
Mate is exactly the opposite of television: it makes you talk if you're with someone, and makes you think when you're alone. When

someone comes to your house the first sentence is "hello" and the second "a few mates?".
This happens in every home. In the rich and that of the poor. Go
chattering and gossiping women and men spend serious or immature. Passes between the old nursing-teen while studying.

is the only thing shared among parents and children without question or reproach. Peronist and Radical
fatten mate without asking. In summer and winter.
is the only thing that we look like the victims and executioners, and the good and bad.

When you have a child, he began to mate when she asks. You give tibiecito, with lots of sugar, and feel large.

Sentís enormous pride when a esquenuncito in your blood begins to suck mate. You get the heart of the body.

After them, over the years, will choose to take bitter, sweet, hot, tereré, with orange peel, with herbs, with a squeeze of lemon.
When you meet someone for the first time, you drink some mate.
People ask, when there is no trust, "Sweet or bitter?". The other responds: "As you take."

Argentina keyboards have the letters full of grass. The grass is all that there is always, in every house. Always.
With inflation, hunger, military, democracy, with any of our plagues and eternal damnation.

And if one day there is no grass, a neighbor has and gives you. The grass is not denied to anyone.

This is the only country where the decision to stop being a kid and start being a man takes a particular day. Nothing

pants, circumcision, university or living away from parents. Here
started to be great the day we need to take some mates for the first time, alone.

is no coincidence. It is because. The day a guy puts the kettle on the fire and making his first mate with no one at home, at this minute, it has been found to have a soul.

Or are you scared to death, or dead of love, or something, but it is not an ordinary day.
None of us remember the day when we first time a single mate. But it must have been an important day for everyone. On the inside there are revolutions.


The single mate is nothing more and nothing less than a demonstration of values \u200b\u200b...
is the solidarity of those mates washed because the conversation is good. The talk, no mate.
is the respect for time to speak and listen, you talk while the other takes and the sincerity to say:
Just change the grass! ".
fellowship is done now.
sensitivity is boiling water.
is the love to ask, stupidly, "Are you hot, no?".
is the modesty of one who builds up the best mate.
is the generosity of giving to the end.
is the hospitality of the invitation.
Is justice one by one.
is the obligation of saying "thanks" at least once a day.
is the ethical, honest and loyal to meet to share unpretentious.

Did you feel included ?...¿ We take another?

A kiss.

(Written on the mat, source: internet)

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MUGUET ... FROM THE SOUL BETWEEN TWO PASSIONS

Today, after so long ... so begins lyrics of a tango ... always a tango.

@ s My dear friend, I could not let this day, without putting the flower of muguet, this tradition of France, I've done a little of mine, say ... that brings luck and I like to share with all vosotr @ s, I have not been able to come before and still take me a little bit in return for here, but I want to thank everyone s that forsake the mark .. . ... sometimes more than once, and do it stealthily, from here and although I have not yet returned the visit, I send you a kiss and a big hug with all my heart ... and FROM THE SOUL .

Indian poet and philosopher, Rabindranat Tagore, was right to define so graphically, that true friendship is like phosphorescence shines best when everything is dark, I simply mean that there is a time for everything, a time to park their wishes ... but without abandoning the dreams, time ... and lack of time, thanks for your
light that have been leaving here day after day, and even though there are moments which can not be everything you wanted, the @ s friend are always there, like fireflies or stars.

I leave this waltz ... from the soul and all my love.

SILENCED DEEZER
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