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“A partir de entonces, iban a ser mis padres los que tomaran decisiones sobre mi existencia. En aquel universo privado lo de menos eran las razones, las excusas que me dieran para controlarme. Lo importante era la renuncia, la sumisión a un poder ajeno, impuesto y absoluto, que exigía la entrega de lo íntimo en nombre de los sagrados valores de obediencia familiar. Se suponía que yo debía aprender a negarme a mí misma y a amoldarme, a aceptar normas y convenciones por incomprensibles que parecieran. Y aquella exigencia se justificaba en la seguridad de su criterio, tan aplastante que rechazaba la existencia de cualquier otro.”

“A partir de la certeza de que en los niños descansaba el futuro del país, se volcó hacia ellos un especial cuidado atendiendo su desarrollo físico y mental a través de la educación. Los niños comenzaron, entonces, a ser un asunto de Estado; es decir, éste asumía la responsabilidad de enriquecer y regular su formación, por medio del control educativo. Para la mentalidad liberal y positivista que permeaba los círculos intelectuales y políticos del Porfiriato, la educación se concebía como el único medio para alcanzar la civilización y el progreso de la sociedad”

“A partner's different perspective is valuable, but the very fact that it is different means that it will require work, humility, time, and resources to incorporate that perspective. At times, this will require checking one's pride at the door.”

“A party should not contain utterly incongruous elements, radically divided on the real issues, and acting together only on false and dead issues insincerely painted as real and vital. It should not in the several States as well as in the Nation be prostituted to the service of the baser type of political boss. It should be so composed that there should be a reasonable agreement in the actions taken by it both in the Nation and in the several States. Judged by these standards, both of the old parties break down.”

“A party who bequeaths a note bequeaths the claim and not merely the material on which the writing appears. This is proved by a sale, for when a note is sold, the debt by which it is evidenced is also considered to be sold.”

“A pas de deux is more than just a partnered dance. Two souls. One body. Entwining together and weaving a story--- evoking a sensation, a memory, a thought. I shut my eyes, remembering how Damien laid me upon the petals and joined his soul with mine. In the heat of summer, he vowed to love me, and we became a part of each other. We separate, taking our places across the sea. The tension pent up inside my body slips away as the darkness spills into the water. My dance was always powerful, even when I'm imperfect and fragile and completely surrendered. I know that now. I fall into my adagio, weightless. Technique no longer matters. Instead, I'm passive to the waves, allowing the current to spin me in pirouettes. The darkness fans out, blooming like a flower. As I lunge into an arabesque, my fingertips release a nebula. Stars explode across the darkness and create my own galaxy. I fall into a piqué manège, birthing stardust strokes. With quick bourrée steps, constellations sprout across the sea. The water illuminates as I leap into a grand jeté, sending shooting stars as I fly. The sirens coo, and I welcome them to join me. They spin tendrils of gold into the darkness, using their fish tails like paintbrushes. As they circle me, the ragged dress I wear transforms into a glittering gown, reflecting rainbows when hit by the light. Finally, I embrace the angel I always was. Filling the distance between me and Damien, I leap into his arms. When he catches me, his darkness feathers into the sea. We entwine, twirling in a whirlpool as the sirens hold us in a glittering lattice.”

“A pasado tanto tiempo que el viento te a borrado el rostro eres un recuerdo triste y melancolico con una sombra por cara la chica triste que me llevo tan alto y despues me dejo caer esa chica triste que siempre emitio tristezas y desgracias no te culpo ni me culpo, culpo al tiempo y a la juventud al tiempo y al espacio, al espacio maldito y fugaz vivimos rapido y peligrosamente, con orgullo era un tren que iba rumbo a un abismo que bueno que nos bajamos a tiempo...”

“A passagem do mundo da celebridade para o mundo da política é mais fácil quando não há necessidade de ingressar num partido político já existente para se ser eleito, quando os níveis de confiança nos partidos e nas elites políticas andam baixos e os cidadãos se sentem afastados ou desiludidos em relação aos partidos tradicionais.”

“A passenger isn't supposed to concern himself with the running of the ship; that is being taken care of by the crew, anonymous creatures down in the engine-room or up on deck, whom he never meets. But, in this case, I wasn't really a passenger. I was like a lazy or scared or drunken captain lying shut in his cabin when he ought to be on the bridge, giving orders. Sooner or later, I would have to come out and assume command and decide where we were going. But not yet, I told the crew. You don't need me yet. Can't you see I'm sick? You're doing all right without me. Sure, I'll come, when we get near land. Just let me lie here a little longer. Leave me alone, can't you? Let me sleep.”

“A passerby discovered a toddler sitting on the chilly concrete on an alley, playing with the wrapper of a cat food container. By the time she was brought to the hospital, her limbs were blue with cold. She was a wizened little thing, too thin, made of sticks. She knew only one word, her name. Wren. As she grew, her skin retained a slight bluish cast, resembling skimmed milk. Her foster parents bundled her up in jackets and coats and mittens and gloves, but unlike her sister, she was never cold. Her lip colour changed like a mood ring, staying bluish and purple even in summer, turning pink only when close to a fire. And she could play in the snow for hours, constructing elaborate tunnels and mock-fighting with icicles, coming inside only when called. Although she appeared bony and anaemic, she was strong. By the time she was eight, she could lift bags of groceries that her adoptive mother struggled with. By the time she was nine, she was gone.”

“A passion is a contranatural movement of the soul or an irrational love, or an blindfold hatred toward any material thing, or because of it: for example, for food, or for women, or for riches, or for worldly glory, or any other sensible thing; or for the sake of such things, as in a senseless hatred for someone on account of the things mentioned above.”